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. Later when I recognized my Higher Power, it seemed as though life was rather like a bike ride. But it was a tandem bike and I noticed God was in the back helping me pedal.
When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring and predictable. It was the shortest distance between two points. But when God took the lead, there were 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, God said: “Pedal”
I was worried and anxious as I asked, “Where are you taking me?” God laughed and didn’t answer and I started to trust. I’d forgotten my boring life and entered into the adventure. And when I’d say “I’m scared,” God would lean back and touch my hand.
God took me to people with gifts that I needed, gifts of healing, acceptance and joy. They gave me their gifts to take on my journey, our journey, God’s and mine. Then we were off again. God 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 yet my burden was light.
I didn’t trust God at first being in control of my life. I thought that God would wreck it, but God knows bike secrets. He knows how to make the bike bend to take sharp corners, jump to clear rocks or fly to shorten scary passages. Now I’m beginning to shut-up and pedal in the strangest places and I’m beginning to enjoy the view with the cool breeze on my face…always with my delightful and constant companion. And when I’m sure I just can’t do anymore, God just smiles and says…”Pedal.” Anonymous