At first, I saw God as my observer—my judge—keeping track of the things I did wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. He was sort of out there, like a president. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I didn’t really know Him!
But later on, when I met Christ, it seemed as though life were rather like a bike ride, but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that Christ was in back, helping me pedal. I don’t know just when it was that He suggested we trade places, but life hasn’t been the same since.
When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring, but predictable. It was the shortest distance between two points. But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long-cuts, up mountains, and through rocky place at breakneck speeds; it was all I could do to hang on! Even though it looked like madness, He said, “PEDAL!”
I was worried and anxious and asked, “Where are You taking me?”
He laughed and didn’t answer, and I started to learn to trust! I forgot my boring life and entered into the adventure. When I’d say, “I’m scared,” He’d lean back and touch my hand.
He took me to people with gifts that I needed; gifts of healing, acceptance and joy. They gave me gifts to take on my journey, my Lord’s and mine! And we were off again.
He said, “Give the gifts away; they’re extra baggage, too much weight.” So I did, to the people we met, and I found that in giving I received, and still our burden was light!
I didn’t trust Him at first, to be in control of my life. I thought He’d wreck it, BUT He knows bike secrets; He knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners; how to jump to clear high rocks; how to fly to shorten scary passages; AND I am learning to shut up and pedal in the strangest places. I’m beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face, with my delightful companion, Jesus Christ!
And when I’m sure I just can’t do anymore, He just smiles and says, “PEDAL!”
Blessings and Joy in the journey.