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How do you think of God?


At first I saw God is my observer, my judge, keeping track of all 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 picture, when I saw it, but I really didn't know Him.

But later on when I met Christ, it seemed as though life was rather like a bike ride, but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that Christ was in a back helping me pedal.

I don't know just when it was that he suggested we change places, but life is not been the same since. Christ makes life exciting. 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 and 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 I 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'd lean back and touch my hand.

He took me to people with gifts that I needed. Gifts of healing and acceptance and joy. They gave their gifts to me to take on my journey, our 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 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 knew bike secrets. He knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners, jump to clear high rocks, fly to shorten scary passages.

And I'm learning to shut up and peddle in the strangest places. I'm beginning to enjoy the view and cool breeze on my face with my constant delightful companion, Christ.

And when I'm sure I just can't do it anymore, He just smiles and says, "Pedal!"

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