At first, I saw God as my observer, my judge. Keeping track of the things I did wrong so I was to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I died. He was like the President, I recognized his picture when I saw it, but I didn’t really know him. But later on when I met Christ, it seemed that life was more like a bike ride. But it was a tandem bike and I noticed 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 it was predictable. It was the shortest distance between 2 points. But when he took the lead, he knew delightful long-cuts. Up mountains and through rocky places at break-neck speeds, it was all I could do to hang on. Even though it looked like madness he said “Pedal…pedal.” I worried; I was anxious and asked him, “Where are you taking me?” He just laughed and didn’t answer. And I started to learn to trust. I forgot my boring life and entered into his adventure. And when I said “I’m scared,” he’d lean back and touch my hand. He took me to people who had gifts I needed, gifts of healing and acceptance, and joy, they gave me gifts I needed to take on my journey. When we were off again he’d say, “Give those gifts away, now, they are extra baggage, too much weight.” So I did to the people we met and found that in giving, I received. And still our burden was light. I didn’t trust him at first. In control of my life, I thought he would wreck it. But he knows bike secrets. He knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners. He knows how to clear high rocks. He even knows how to fly to shorten scary passages. And I’m learning to shut up and pedal. In the strangest places and I’m beginning to learn to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face, and my constant, delightful companion Jesus Christ. And when I’m sure that I just can’t do anymore, he just smiles and says “Pedal…pedal.”
This was read by Charles Swindoll during one of his sermons. The author is anonymous.
It always amazes me how much we fight to maintain control of our lives, even though we really seem to mess it up more times than not. Trust me, I know. I did for most of my life. Don’t get me wrong, I still make plenty of mistakes, but knowing that God is in control of my life brings me great peace. I just love this short bit. It really puts a great perspective on the whole thing.