The Bike Ride

Author Unknown

When I met Jesus, life became rather like a bike ride. It was a tan­dem bike; I rode in the front and steered, and Jesus was in the rear seat, help­ing to pedal.

I don’t remem­ber just when it hap­pened, but Jesus sug­gested we change places. Life hasn’t been the same since. Jesus makes the ride so excit­ing!

When I had con­trol, I knew the way. It was safe and pre­dictable, but rather bor­ing – always the short­est dis­tance between two points. But when Jesus got in the driver’s seat, He knew delight­ful “long cuts” up moun­tain roads and down again at break­neck speeds. It was all I could do to hold on!

I didn’t want to ques­tion His judg­ment, but once I couldn’t help myself. “Don’t You think we should slow down just a lit­tle? I’m scared.” He turned and smiled and touched my hand and said, “It’s okay. Pedal.”

Some­times I got wor­ried and anx­ious and asked, “Where are You tak­ing me?”

I am learn­ing to not worry or want to get back in con­trol, but just to relax and enjoy the view.

“It’s a sur­prise,” He would say with a laugh. Grad­u­ally I learned to trust. I for­got my bor­ing life and entered the adven­ture.

He took me to meet peo­ple with gifts that I needed – gifts of love, heal­ing, accep­tance, joy. They gave me their gifts to take on my jour­ney – our jour­ney, my Lord’s and mine – and we were off again. He said, “Give the gifts away.” So I did, to other peo­ple we met. But the strangest thing hap­pened. I found that the more of those things I gave away, the more I had for myself and to give to other peo­ple we met along the way. And still our load was light.

At first I didn’t trust Jesus to be in con­trol of my life. I thought He would wreck it. But He knows the bike’s capa­bil­i­ties and lim­its, and all sorts of tricks. He knows how to take sharp cor­ners at high speeds, make the bike “jump” to clear rocks in our way, and He can even make it fly when the road dis­ap­pears beneath us.

I am learn­ing to not worry or want to get back in con­trol, but just to relax and enjoy the view, the cool breeze on my face, and the delight­ful com­pany of my con­stant com­pan­ion, Jesus.

I still get tired some­times because it is a long, hard ride, but Jesus just smiles and says, “Pedal.”

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