Parked in a sea of dreary 1970s carpet, my grandpa's exercise bicycle was old when I was young. I remember climbing onto that white frame and perching on the seat that was so big it had its own zip code. I placed my feet on the pedals and tried to push. They wouldn't budge. I pushed harder and they still refused to move. I stood on one pedal with all my weight and the pedal stubbornly relented but traveled only about two or three inches. By that time my patience had worn thinner than a piece of paper on a diet, and I was ready to climb off.
Then my grandpa walked in, saw my dilemma, and released the tension knob. What a difference! The pedals rotated freely and it was a completely different experience!
I used to think that my relationship with God is like pushing hard on those pedals. If I push hard enough, God will hop on the other pedal and help me grind away in a sea of dreary "Christianity." And so with the tension knob clamped down, I would strain, grimace, and grunt until I was ready to climb off.
Then God walked in, saw my dilemma, and at great sacrifice, released the tension knob. He drew me into His presence where I found genuine peace, joy, and a completely different experience.
He is drawing you, too!
