Re-post. Here’s another excerpt that has stuck with me since I heard it.
We live in a society that goes by at such a fast pace, most of the time, all we do is worry about the future. “What will happen next?” Sometimes we forget to just relax and enjoy the present that is life. Here’s an excerpt from one of Chuck Swindoll of Insight for Living’s podcast: Getting Through the Tough Stuff of Anxiety. It was a piece given to him anonymously and it’s quite the analogy.
WHO’S IN CHARGE HERE?
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. He was out there sort of like the 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 ride. But it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that Christ was in the back, helping me pedal. I don’t know what just what it was, that he suggested that we change places. But life has not been the same since.
When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring, but it was 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 break-neck speeds, it was all I could do to hang on! Even though it looked like madness, he said, “pedal, pedal!” I worried, I was anxious. And I asked, “W-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 His 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 me gifts to take on my journey, my Lord’s and mine. We were off again, and he’d say, “Give those gifts away now. 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 didn’t trust Him at first. In control of my life, I thought He’d wreck it! But He knows bike secrets. He knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners; He knows how to make it jump to clear high rocks. He even knows how to fly, to shorten scary passages. And I’m learning to shut up, and pedal. In the strangest places, and I’m beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face, and my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ. And when I’m sure I just can’t do anymore, He just smiles and says, “Pedal! Pedal!”