Something About The Joy

God's purpose for inspired writing is not to inform us but to change us.

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 recognised 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 when it was that He suggested we change places, But life has not been the same since. 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 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 learn