Below is a parable which likens the Christian life to a ride on a tandem bicycle. Is God on your bike, and if He is, does He have the front or back seat? I really identify with this parable and feel that God is sitting in the front of my bike – a scary yet wonderful predicament.
As a child, I loved bikes. From the beginning I enjoyed the races. But how does a little girl win the right to join the biggest race of all? At first I saw God as a judge who would determine whether I was good enough to enter the race and if my efforts merited a prize. I was quite sure I would recognise God if I saw Him, but I didnt know Him that well. Later, I recognised He was the coach who had taught others how to ride. He explained that life was like a bike ride. He made me see that life was a tandem bike, and I noticed that God was in the back seat helping me pedal. Man, this was great! I could control the bike, but He gave me the power to really move! One day I took the corner too fast and powerslided on the gravel, crashing painfully. That was when He suggested that we change places. The race has never been the same since. With God providing the power and the steering, the race of life is very exciting! When I had the controls, I knew the course I would take. The race was sort of boring and predictable. I always took what seemed to be the shortest distance to the finish line. But, when God took the handle bars, He knew the long cuts, up over the mountains and down into deep valleys. I would have never ventured in these paths, let alone at break neck speeds! Sometimes it was all I could do to hang on. Even though God provided all the power needed, He still said that I should pedal. I became worried and anxious and asked, where are you taking me? He laughed and didnt answer. I had no choice to but to trust because you cant get off a moving bike. Very soon, I forgot my boring life apart from the tandem bike. Even when I was scared there was a thrill about this ride and I was calmed when He reached back to touch my hand. God took us racing through our homeland where people I had never met gave us gifts for the way. What great joy to have them share a cool drink when we paused to rest. Then we were off again. He said, give the gifts away because they weigh too much and will slow us down. So I did, and as we travelled through foreign lands we taught and fed hungry children. For some reason, each time we gave away a heavy parcel, we received back more than we gave, but the burden on our bike still grew lighter and lighter. I did not trust Him at first because I was sure that if He controlled the bike, He would wreck it. But, you know, I found that He not only provided power and direction to the journey, He also provided special ability to race, because He built the bike. He knew exactly how much to lean into a curve and how to jump over high rocks. At times, He made the bike just fly. And I am learning to just trust and pedal through the strangest places. I am beginning to enjoy the view, the cool breeze on my face, and my delightful constant companion. Its like I love my companion more than I do the bike or the race. And on those days when I think that I cannot keep riding any more, He just smiles and says Just trust me and pedal! (Anonymous author with Sarah Ross edits)