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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 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 
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. It was all I could do to hang 
on!
 
Even though it looked like madness, He said, "Pedal!" I worried and as 
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. I gained love, peace, acceptance and joy; 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 was light.
 
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,
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 it anymore, He just smiles and says... "Pedal."