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 was 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 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
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 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."