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		<title>The Road of Life</title>
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				<description><![CDATA[The Road of Life 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 a president. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I really [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p><strong>The Road of Life</strong></p>
<p>At first, I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong,<br />
so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. He was out there sort of like a president.<br />
I recognized His picture when I saw it,<br />
but I really didn&#8217;t know Him.</p>
<p>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 the back helping me pedal.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know just when it was that He suggested we change places, but life has not been the same since.</p>
<p>When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring, but predictable&#8230;<br />
It was the shortest distance between two points.</p>
<p>But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts, up mountains, and through rocky places<br />
at breakneck speeds; it was all I could do to hang on! Even though it looked like madness,<br />
He said, &#8220;Pedal!&#8221;</p>
<p>I worried and was anxious and asked, &#8220;Where are you taking me?&#8221;<br />
He laughed and didn&#8217;t answer, and I started to learn to trust.</p>
<p>I forgot my boring life and entered into the adventure. And when I&#8217;d say, &#8220;I&#8217;m scared,&#8221;<br />
He&#8217;d lean back and touch my hand.</p>
<p>He took me to people with gifts that I needed, gifts of healing, acceptance, and joy.<br />
They gave me gifts to take on my journey, my Lord&#8217;s and mine.</p>
<p>And we were off again. He said, &#8220;Give the gifts away; they&#8217;re extra baggage, too much weight.&#8221;<br />
So I did, to the people we met, and I found that in giving I received, and still our burden was light.</p>
<p>I did not trust Him, at first, to be in control of my life. I thought He&#8217;d wreck it; but He knows bike secrets,<br />
knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners, knows how to jump to clear high rocks,<br />
knows how to fly to shorten scary passages.</p>
<p>And I am learning to shut up and pedal in the strangest places, and I&#8217;m beginning to enjoy the view<br />
and the cool breeze on my face with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.</p>
<p>And when I&#8217;m sure I just can&#8217;t do anymore, He just smiles and says . . . &#8220;Pedal.&#8221;</p>
<p>Author Unknown</p>
<p>You are chosen for this space and time in God’s timeline to make a difference; prepare your heart, mind, and spirit.</p>
<p>You matter; your Story matters. Live expectantly!</p>
<p>Chap Glenn<br />
Mulligans for Life<br />
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