November 13, 2016   Jane’s Heart to Heart   …Pastor’s Help Mate

November 13, 2016  Jane’s Heart to Heart   …Pastor’s Help Mate

bike-free-vintage-clip-art-images-vintage-tandem-bicycle-clip-art-t9dftg-clipartJim and Melony Evans are moving Tuesday, to Ohio, to  a new ministry. Melony and her dad have worked all week doing all they could to lighten the load while Jim was finishing his last days of work in Lansing. I sat here in my office and prayed for them as I  heard both of them literally running up and down the steps bringing box after box to the garage from the upstairs and the basement.  

I thought of when I taught Children’s ministries, of Paul’s missionary journeys. I felt a tug in my heart as I thought  of the changes that new  ministries bring.

This little story speaks of this Cautious Journey toward real JOY.  I found IT in Juanita Purcell’s,  “Joyous Journeys,   Around the Detours” RBP.

THE BIKE RIDE

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 didn’t really know Him.  But later on when I recognized 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 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…  life with Him as LORD, that is. He 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 asked, “Where are You taking me?” He laughed and didn’t answer, and I started 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, acceptance, and 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. 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 knew bike secrets, knew how to make it bend to take sharp corners, jump to clear high places filled with rocks, 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 with my delightful constant companion, my Higher Power.

And when I’m sure I can’t do anymore, He just smiles and says, “PEDAL!”

-Author Unknown

Phil.3:14     “I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.”

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