You always hear that phrase
“just like riding a bike”
for things that once you learn them
you never unlearn them
But
Remember when I tried
to ride a bike
years after
I left mine
with a friend
and moved away?
The borrowed bike
was a little big
too high
for my short legs
like a pulpit
with no step
Hopeful
I got on
Awkward
I fell off
Embarassed
I begged off
I never rode a bike again
This time, Lord,
I have no choice
They expect me tomorrow
to get up and speak
to say something about Jesus
I’ve had strange dreams all week
I’m in a room full of people
and I’m talking
but no one can hear me
Or I get to the church
and the service is very full
special music
and worship drama
and circus performers
so they say
we really don’t have time for a sermon
All preachers dream these things
I guess that means I am still a preacher
Tomorrow I’ll do my best for you
I’ll push the pedals
And hope your Spirit shows up
like a Mother in the park
running along behind
keeping her child’s bike upright
until she can do it herself