At first I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track ofthe things I did wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die, He wasour there sort of like a president. I recognized His picture but I didn't really know him.

But later on, when I met Christ it seemed as though life were rather like a bike ride. butit 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 beenthe same since.

When I had control, I knew the way It was rather boring and predictable... It was theshortest distance between two points.

But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts up mountains and through rockyplaces at breakneck speeds, it was all I could do to hang on! Even though it looked likemadness, He said, "Pedal!"

I worried and was anxious and asked, "Where are you taking me?" He laughed anddidn'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'mscared!" He'd lean back and touch my hand.

He took me to people with gifts that I needed, gifts of healing, acceptance, and joy. Theygave 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 extra baggage, too muchweight." So I did to the people we met, and I found that in giving I received, andstill our burden was light.

I did not trust Him, at first, in control of my life, I thought He'd wreck it; but heknows bike secrets, knows how to make it bend to make sharp corners, knows how to jump toclear high rocks, knows how to fly to shorten scary passages.

And I am learning to shut up and pedal in the strangest places, and beginning to enjoy theview, and the cool breeze on my face, with my delightful constant companion, JESUS CHRIST.

And when I'm sure I just can't do anymore, He just smiles and says . . . .

"Pedal."

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