Felicity loves stories. She gets lost in the simplest of
stories, then says, ‘Now how ‘bout me?’ and launches in to retell the story she’s
just been told, having inserted herself into the action. It might be a simple
recounting of an incident with her daddy as he was growing up. It may be
something more sinister involving the Big Bad Wolf or a crocodile or a bear;
whatever the story, she positions herself into the middle of the action.
The Bible is a book of stories, into which we are invited. It
is full of flawed folk who answered God’s invitation into his story, and
usually messed up, often more than once, often spectacularly. Yet God still
loved them. He still wanted them to be part of his story. It’s great to read
the Bible and see where we fit. We may fit in one story today, and in another
story in a year’s time. We may feel so estranged from God that we don’t see
ourselves in any story, but we can take a look at Jesus’ story of the shepherd
seeking the lost sheep. However entangled we are in the thorns, he can release
us.
I love the thought that God’s story is his story, and yet he
is generous and loving and wants us to enter in and create it with him. Not
sure, but I imagine that although he knows the ending, some of the nuances of
the story are still to be created as we make our choices and live our lives
before him. I hope that is exciting – in a good way – for him, because it is
certainly exciting for us.
So now I’m going to open my Bible, read some and then ask
God, ‘Now how ‘bout me?’
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