There’s an old hymn that begins, “I love to tell the story of unseen things above, of Jesus and his glory, of Jesus and his love. I love to tell the story, because I know ’tis true; it satisfies my longings as nothing else can do.”
I’ve always been a storyteller, one born of some harsh beginnings, the oldest kid in a family where stories were not valued, they were perceived as lies, as vain imaginings, as delusions, as totally useless in the world. I grew up believing imagination was a guilty pleasure, story telling a sin. We worshiped at the altar of reason and science alone……and also chaos, confusion, and brokenness.
But as Nathaniel once said in the bible, “Nazareth? Can there any good thing come out of Nazareth?” And Philip simply says, “Come and see.” I love how God tells a story, one that always turns all our expectations on their head. We never even see Him coming.
A King….born in a stable.
I told stories to encourage people, to give them new eyes to see through the darkness around us. A tree is never just a tree. Those who can imagine things can see a child on a swing on a summer day or perhaps the lumber for a house. Our eyes are everything and what we see tends to shape our worlds. We are the narrators of our own stories. When circumstances are bad, when dark things come our way, the stories we tell ourselves matter, what we believe, where we place our eyes, can make all the difference in the world.
I met the Lord when I was about 3 yrs old, in a bright, warm light, in a flash of awareness and communication that is still more real to me today than yesterday was. I was wearing a pink checked dress and there was a scab on my leg. God smelled like fresh-baked bread, but unlike any bread I had ever smelled before. A bit funny, but some 50 years later, I still long for the smell of God, a smell so unlike any other. He smelled like home.
That was a baby faith of course, but a seed so firmly planted, it soon rooted and began to grow. I knew He would never leave me or forsake me and that someday we would be together again. I long for that day, but do everything I can to delay it too, because as the saying goes, “Jesus Christ didn’t die just to get us into heaven, He died to get a bit of heaven into us.”
Heaven is not in me yet, not all the way. There are still too many stories to be told, stories of hope and redemption, stories, “of Jesus and his glory, of Jesus and his love.”
John 1: 1-5
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.
Gabrielle Guthrie blogs about faith,culture, politics, and humor with an emphasis on biology because biology is all about life and life abundant. Her popular blog my be found here https://insanitybytes2.wordpress.com
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