I'm reading a book called "The land of stories" to my kids for bedtime. It's a pretty good story about a pair of 12 year old twins who accidentally fall into a fairy tale book and meet snow white, Cinderella, red riding hood and many others.
It has me thinking of the power of story. Stories are deeply part of the human experience. Since we've gathered in families and villages, we've told stories. Most of Jesus's teachings came in the form of story.
Stories give us a richness. Context and characters enable us to pull meaning that would otherwise be very difficult to convey.
I think we can even learn from the retelling of our own stories. Maybe it's why we repeat them and tell them again and again. We are sometimes able to pull new meaning from the retelling of our own narrative.
Preparing for the sermon this week, I've plunged into some of the most meaningful stories from my own life. Reflecting on them and practicing how zi might tell the story in the context of this sermon has given me new insights.
We all have a story to tell and we all have stories we need to hear. And in the midst of sharing stories we can find new insights into ourselves, faith, love, grief, grace and truth.
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