Telling and listening – Two Proofs that Story Matters
“I thought, if I die, at least Katrina has my story. Maybe my life was worth something after all.”
Let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus…
(Hebrews 12:1-2)
“I thought, if I die, at least Katrina has my story. Maybe my life was worth something after all.”
Go hug someone from a different race than your own or tell them you love them. Weird? For a Christian, not as weird as ignoring them or looking the other way. Besides, you can tell someone you love them in a thousand different ways, and one of those ways will feel natural to you.
The world is desperately broken. Jesus is the only lasting answer. But people like Marnell and I who grew up in wonderful families on cozy green homesteads in the country, often struggle to know how to share Jesus in the hard places. We can’t save the world. Sometimes we want to run. But there is one thing that Jesus does for us, that we can all do for others.
Honoring a story with your time shines a light into the darkness. It helps prevent the psychological vandalism that happens when we withhold dignity from other human beings, created in the image of God just like us.
Okay, this post filled up like a plate at a pot luck dinner. But there are some treats on it, so prop up your feet