Rev. Ray and Pat Amos
Joel 1:2-3
“Hear this, you elders; listen, all who live in the land. Has anything like this ever happened in your days or in the days of your ancestors? Tell it to your children, and let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the next generation.”
Telling stories is a part of our culture and heritage. Our generations grew up with storytellers. They didn’t think of it as art, but a way of life. There was always a good storyteller around.
I sat at a kitchen table in a home where a person’s life and happiness had been destroyed by alcohol. She was showing me a photo album of what had once been the good life. At some point I realized something: She was telling me her story. She wanted someone to know that her life once was different. I kept thinking about it on the way home. We should be honored when someone wants to share their story, their greatest treasure, with us.
I have preached a lot of funerals and one thing I have learned is that people want their story told. God created each one of us, and God has given each one a unique story to fit into this patchwork quilt called life. No matter what our patch looks like, the quilt would not be complete without it. We are each a part of the whole.
The greatest story of all, and the greatest Storyteller, is the same. A Savior has come to make God very personal for each of us. His voice was heard from the mountain top, from boats in the water, or as He walked a dusty road. He told stories of redemption and hope. John wrote of Him as “The Word who became flesh and dwelt among us.”
“Tell me the story of Jesus, Write on my heart every word; Tell me the story most precious, Sweetest that ever was heard.”
Grace and Peace, Rev Ray
