Story by Anonymous

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 of hell when I die.
    He was 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 rider
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 was in 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 and when I’d say “I’m scared”
    He would 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.

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 bend to take sharp corners,
    Knows how to just 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 when I am sure I just cannot do it anymore,
    He just smiles and says . . . “Pedal.”