– author unknown-
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 pictures 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 was 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. When I would say “I am 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.
We were off again. He said, “Give the gifts away, they are 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 bikes, how to make it bend to take sharp corners, how to jump to clear high rocks, and how to fly to shorten scary passages.
I am learning to shut up and pedal in the strangest places, and I’m beginning to enjoy the view and cool breeze on my face with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.
When I’m sure I just can’t, he just smiles and says “……….. Pedal”.
With respect, hope, joy and love,
We receive a name when we are born, however anyone can steel that name and attempt to sign it, speak it and claim to be you. But we are all created amazingly unique….. with a fingerprint that is unlike anyone else’s, with a heart and soul that no-one else can own or understand! I believe our truest identity is within our heart and soul, our truest and most honest feelings, not in our names.