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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 out there sort of like a
president. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I really
didn't 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 the back helping me pedal. I
don't know just when it was that He suggested we change places, but life
has not 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 places at breakneck speeds. It as all I could do to hang
on!
Even though it looked like madness, He said, "Pedal!" I worried
and was 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, and when I'd say, "I'm
scared," He'd lean back and touch my hand. I gained love, peace,
acceptance and joy; 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 did not trust Him, at first, in control of my life. I thought He'd
wreck it; but he knows bike secrets, knows how to make it bend to take
sharp corners, knows how to jump to clear high rocks, knows how to fly to
shorten, scary passages. And I am learning to shut up and pedal in the
strangest places, and I'm beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze
on my face ........................
.................with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.
And when I'm sure I just can't do it anymore,
He just smiles and says... "Pedal."
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