As a child, I really enjoyed cycling. My memories of my first cycling lessons were on a very small rented bicycle. But my dad had a bigger utility cycle which was our main means of transportation to anywhere. At the time, a motorbike was too much of a luxury to ask for.
As a family, we would all ride on that cycle to every possible Church meeting. Being the child, I would sit on the top tube of the bicycle frame and hang on to the handlebar as my dad rode miles down the streets with my mom seated on the rear luggage carrier. I watched my dad manoeuvre around every pothole possible to make our ride comfortable. (At which, he was not very successful given that they were not very good tarred roads) The joy in serving the Lord kept us motivated.
One fine day, I got a little over-ambitious and I decided to try and ride my dad’s large wheeled cycle (like the one in the picture, a brand called HERO, if anyone can remember from the good ol’ days).
My legs barely reached the ground but I managed to set the cycle into motion and jumped on it. After a few minutes, I realized that if I could not stop the cycle if I wanted to because my leg could not reach the ground and the cycle had picked up a little pace by then. I somehow managed to slow down a little and lunged at a pole at the side of the road. I held on to it while I was still seated on the cycle and I stayed there that way.
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A few people passing by were willing to help me get off the bike but I refused to up until my dad arrived on the scene, who was resting as he had come back from work for his lunch break. This whole incident had me badly shaken and I began to cry. Soon my dad was on the scene and his large arms rescued me. For a long time after this entire episode, I was scared to try cycling again, till one day when my dad sat me down and said, “Son, you will have many scary moments in life but that does not mean you should give up.”
What he said rings true even today. There are many scary and hurtful moments in life that keep knocking at our doors. That does not mean we should give up. We have to keep at it.
Have we not noticed that from toddlers to grownups, people trip and fall? And they fall more than once but the secret behind their success story is simple. They keep getting back up.
How then can we quit from getting back up in our walk with the Lord?
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Dear friends, it’s a simple success secret, it is to keep getting back up.
Keep getting back up till you can stand tall.
Keep getting back up till you begin to walk.
Keep getting back up till you are not afraid.
Keep getting back up till you can run.
And keep getting back up till you see Jesus face to face.
There is a relentless God searching for a relentless generation.
Keep getting back up.
Have you had situations where you were afraid to get back up? How have you overcome your fears?