Pedal.

I used to think of 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 really was out there, but in my eyes, like the president of the world. I recognised His picture when I saw it, but I didn't really know Him.

But later on when I met Christ, it seemed as though life were rather like a bike, but it was a tandem bike - which could be ridden by two at once, and I noticed that Christ was in the back helping me pedal. I don't know just when it was He suggested we switched places, but life has not been the same since. I left my life into His hands, and He was at the controls. I took the back seat to Jesus, My Lord. Christ makes life exciting. Exhilirating, to say the least. When I was in control, I thought I knew the way, but it was boring. Predictable. It was the shortest distance between two points.

But when He took the lead, He knew the delightful long cuts, up mountains, and through rocky places and at breakneck, headswinging speeds; and all i could do was to hang on! Even though the journey gave you an entirely new perspective of the word 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, mundane life and entered the adventure. And whenever 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 away on my journey; our journey. My Lord's and mine. And there we were, riding off into the realm of adventure - again. He said, "Give the gifts away; they're extra baggage. Too much weight," and so i did, to the people we met along the way, and I found that in giving I received, and still our burden is light.

I didn't trust Him in control of my life in the begining. All I saw was me riding alone, being in control of my own bike. Of my life. I thought He'd 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. And here 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 and constant companion, Jesus Christ. And when I'm sure I just can't do it anymore, He just smiles and says... "Pedal."