The Road Of Life
At first, I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things Idid wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. Hewas out there sort of like a president. I recognized His picture when Isaw it, but I really didn't KNOW Him.
But later on when I met Christ, it seemed as though life were rather like abike ride, but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed Christ was in the backhelping me pedal.
I don't know just when it was that He suggested we change places, but lifehas not been the same since. When I had control, I knew the way. It wasrather boring, but predictable. . . It was the shortest distance betweentwo points.
But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts, up mountains, andthrough 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 laughedand didn't answer, and I started to learn 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, acceptanceand 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 extrabaggage, too much weight." So I did, to the people we met, and I foundthat 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 wreckit; but He knows bike secrets, knows how to make it bend to take sharpcorners, knows how to jump to clear high rocks, knows how to fly to shortenscary passages.
And I am learning to shut up and pedal in the strangest places, and I'mbeginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face with mydelightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.
And when I'm sure I just can't do anymore, He just smiles and says. . ."Pedal."
Author Unknown --- Submitted by Sherie Jorgenson