Bike Ride with God

At first I saw God as my observer ~ my judge who kept track of the things I did wrong so He would know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. He was distant, sort of like the president. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I really didn't know Him.

Later, when I met Christ, it seemed as though life were rather like a bike ride, but it was a tandem bike. I noticed that Christ was in the back helping me pedal. I don't know just when it was that He suggested that 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 ~ the shortest distance between two points. When He took the lead, however, He knew delightful long cuts: up mountains, through rocky places at breakneck speeds, and it was all I could do to hang on. Even though the ride seemed like madness, He commanded, "Pedal!"

I worried and asked anxiously, "Where are You taking me?"

He laughed and didn't answer, and I started to learn to trust. Soon I forgot my boring life and entered into the adventure ~ but sometimes I'd blurt, "I'm scared!" He would only lean back and touch my hand.

He took me to ppl w/ gifts that I needed, gifts of healing, acceptance, and joy, and they gave me these gifts to take on our journey ~ my Lord's and mine.

As we rode farther, though, He said to me, "Give the gifts away; they're too much weight for us if you carry them." So I gave them to the ppl we met, and I found that in giving I received ~ and still our burden was light.

I did not trust Jesus, at first, to be in control of my life. I thought He would wreck it. But He knows bike secrets. He knows how to make the bike bend to take sharp corners. He knows how to jump to clear high rocks, and He even knows how to fly to shorten scary passages.

I'm 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 w/ my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ. Then, when we suddenly encounter a new obstacle, when I grow weary, and when I'm sure I just can't do anymore, He smiles at me and says, "Pedal!"

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