His Story…My Story
There’s no question that the gospel story so far surpasses in importance, value and power the various stories Christians have of their own coming to Jesus. This is so clear that it might go without saying…and yet…isn’t there also a real value in us sharing our own stories of how He came looking for us, how He kept on until He found us, and how He has changed life for us by not giving up on us…and by shedding His grace and love freely within our hearts?
I think I have been too content for too long to allow the song writers to put words in my mouth about how I feel toward my Lord and what He has done and is doing for me. Yes…I love the wonderful songs they have written that say it so well. But…have I nothing at all to say on my own? I want to sing the wondrous story. I want to sing it in the words of talented songwriters, or of inspired songwriters (like David), but I also want to sing (as it were) my own story in my own words out of my own grateful heart.
Our individual stories are not the focal point…not at all. We shouldn’t make them that. But folks who know us…who have some kind of relationship with us…who maybe even care for us…might they not be very interested in hearing from our own lips what great things our God has done for us? Yes…fill your heart and soul and mind with the greatest story ever told…that “down from His glory, never-ending story, the Son of heaven came. And Jesus was His Name. Born in a manger…to His own a stranger…a Child of sorrow, toil and agony. Ah how we love Him…how we adore Him…our Breath…our Sunshine…our Hope and Stay. The Great Creator…became our Savior…and all God’s fullness dwells within Him.” But also…let others know that your experience of Him is in keeping with the all-glorious, saving message of Jesus Christ.
Here’s a short story that better says, what I’m trying to say. A new believer was with some co-workers when one of them begins to criticize Christ and Christians. The speaker said something like this, “And what about the story where Jesus was supposed to have turned water into wine? I’d have to see Him do that in order to believe it.” At this point the somewhat timid, new believer mumbled out a few words that went true to their mark. He said, “Well…I sure never saw Jesus turn water into wine, but I know about Him turning wine into furniture.” “What are you on about?” said the loudmouth. “Well…for too long in my life, drink had a hold on me. Too much of the money I made went for wine, while my family suffered on with less than they needed. When Jesus got to me, that all changed. The money that used to go down my throat, now buys furniture and food for my family’s needs.” Needless to say…there ended the discussion.
Jesus has made all the difference in my life too. I can’t hold it in. I can do this…I can tell people, with whom I get a chance, about what great things He has done for me. And if He could do this for one such low-life of a sinner like me, think what He can do for them!
Would you be willing to share with me, even a bit of your story of His love of you and of His saving of your soul…your life? I am so glad He found me…and that He found you. May there be multitudes more who live to see such a grand re-union!