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 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
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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