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Topics: God, Perspective
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."
"Author Unknown"