A Bike Ride

      At first I saw God as my observer, my judge keeping track of what I did. I recognized His picture, but 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 tandem bike, and I noticed that Christ was in the back helping me to pedal.

      I don't know just when it happened that He suggested we change places, but life has not been the same since. Apostolic life, that is. Christ makes life exciting.

      When I had the 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 and at breakneck speeds. It was all I could do to hold on! Even though it looked like madness, He said, "pedal."

      I was worried and 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 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, our 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 would wreck it. But he knows bike secrets, knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners, jump to clear high rocks, fly to shorten scary passages.

      I am learning to shut up and pedal in the strangest places and I am beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face, with my delightful constant companion, Christ. And when I am sure I just can't do any more, He just smiles and says: "Pedal."

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