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The Road of Life
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 back helping
me pedal. I don't know 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, and it was 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.
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 I 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 anymore,
He just smiles and says...."Pedal."
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