Chain letter: Biking with Jesus

But when I met Christ as my Savior, it was as though life were rather like a bike ride, 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 that we change places, but life has never been the same since.

When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring, but predictable was the shortest distance between two points. But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts, up mountains, through rocky places at breakneck speed, it was all I could to to hang on! Even though it looked like madness, He said, "Pedal!"

I was worried and anxious and asked, "Where are you taking me?" He laughed and didn't answer, I started to learn to trust. I forgot my boring life and entered into adventure. And when I'd say, "I'm scared", He'd look back and touch my hand.

He took me to people with gifts that I needed, gifts of love, 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 away the gifts, they're extra baggage, too much weight." So I did, to people we met, and I found that in giving I received and my burden still 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 make it bend to take sharp curves, knows how to jump to 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 I'm beginning to enjoy the breeze on my face with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ. And when I'm sure I just can't do any more, He just smiles and says--"Pedal!"

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 when I die. What an asshole. That's why I started worshiping SATAN.

But when I met Christ as my Savior, it was as though life were rather like a bike ride, 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 that we change places, but life has never been the same since.

When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring, but predictable was the shortest distance between two points.
Predictable isn't a distance, hon
But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts, up mountains, through rocky places at breakneck speed, it was all I could to to hang on!
What was all you could do to hang on?
Even though it looked like madness, He said, "Pedal!"

I was worried and anxious and asked, "Where are you taking me?" He laughed and didn't answer,
What a asshole
I started to learn to trust. I forgot my boring life and entered into adventure. And when I'd say, "I'm scared", He'd look back and touch my "hand".
Do you really want him turning around and taking his hands off the handle bars on such rough terrain???

He took me to people with gifts that I needed, gifts of love, 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 away the gifts, they're extra baggage, too much weight."
So the'd lead you to people who'd give you stuff, then make you get rid of it?
So I did, to people we met, and I found that in giving I received and my burden still 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 make it bend to take sharp curves,
Wow, he's flexable
knows how to jump to clear high rocks, knows how to fly to shorten scary passages, like my vagina.

And I am learning to shut up and "pedal" in the strangest places, and I'm beginning to enjoy the breeze on my face with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ. And when I'm sure I just can't do any more, He just smiles and says--"Pedal!"
What a asshole. I'm glad I don't worship him.