The Power Of Story
I have a friend named Chris. Recently he sent me a tweet telling me he realized that he goes to church with someone I work with.
That event made me pause, though, because of the power of those shared experiences. Memories flooded my mind. Good and bad times swirled before my eyes. Waves of nostalgia cascaded over me.
The wonderful thing, like I said, is that we survived those stories. Even though we are linked forever by the stories we were writing during those years, we are part of greater stories now.
We have both been married for two decades to the loves of our lives.
We both have children that mean the world to us.
We both have jobs of enormous responsibility.
Most important, we are a part of His story, each in our own way.
We claim a common Savior. This is a better story that has more power than any other that connects us.
I have a buddy like that. Named Chris.
We’ve come a long way since we met. We got the chance to talk about God with a random lady one time, and I thought, “Wow. We never would have done this in college.”
Good times.
Ricky, it’s amazing how much we change due to God’s grace.
I have a friend like that named Doug. Been friends since college. Back in early 70s.
On the power of Story: I have been featuring peoples’ stories for the past 6 weeks or so every Tuesday/Wednesday. It has been fun reading what others have experienced.
Bill, I’ve been enjoying those posts.
A persons story is so powerful. It”s great how we can use our story to share His story. No one can deny a personal story. My story shows the grace and mercy Jesus had on a professional sinner.