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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
changed 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,
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
their 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
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, jumps
to clear high rocks, fly to shorten scary passages.
I am learning to shut up and pedal in the
strangest places, and I’m beginning to enjoy the cool
breeze on my face with my delightful
constant companion, Christ.
And when I’m sure I just can’t do anymore,
He smiles and says…
” Just Pedal.”