The art of story surrounds us. It resounds in all we act and feel. Many days I wrangle the sum of my decisions, failures, and fears and attempt to plug them into the greater narrative. Perhaps this sluggish attempt is merely a coping mechanism or some earnest exercise to make the crooked straight. Story can bring incredible hope, in the thought of what might be, or agonizing heartbreak in the shadow of dreams deferred. Many elements can make for great story. Few if any spectators would listen to a story about a guy who sits on the couch, unless it’s an incredibly compelling couch. I’m talking IKEA. Yet I fear the majority of the stories we tell with our lives are the equivalent of a Wal-Mart loveseat that breaks after one of many crushing Browns defeats.
What story are we telling?
Is it worthy of an audience?
As parents, what story are we sharing with our children? These are the questions that will keep the best storytellers up at night.
May we never believe the lie that a great story needs to be a blockbuster (Transformers anyone?). We all know those who tell stories with Hollywood style drama and explosions. May our stories instead be of the quiet traits of our Lord.
Humility
Compassion
Drive
What script are you living?
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