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 was all I could do to hang on!

Even though it looked like madness, He said, “Pedal!” I was worried and was anxious. And I 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 the adventure. And 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 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. He knows how to jump to clear high rocks … Knows how to fly to shorten scary passages.

And 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 with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.

And when I’m sure I just can’t do anymore, He just smiles and says … “Pedal.”

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