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The Importance of Story Part One

It’s so important to tell stories. 

It’s in the telling of the stories that we find out who we are.

It’s in the telling of the story that we find out who we can be.

Out of all the great conversations in the Lord of the Rings, one stands out strongly in my mind. 

It is the kind of conversation one has with their nearest friend and confident. 

This conversation happens to be about story.

Let me set the scene for you.

Frodo is well into the process of taking the One ring to destroy it in the fires of Mordor.

Frodo knows the truth of what must be done, while he also knows that he is exhausted.

Frodo would much rather quit, go back home to the Shire, and have everything be the same was it was.

Sam’s words of story encourage him on to finish his task.

Here is that conversation;

Frodo: I can’t do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.

Your own story may be similar.

Of course you don’t have a powerful ring to destroy in the fires of Mordor.  That’s pure fantasy.

What you may have, probably have, is a story where insecurities and uncertainties surround you. 

Perhaps in your childhood, you never really “fit in”, so you felt the sting of rejection.  Maybe you still do.

Perhaps people made promises that they never kept, so you felt suspicion when anyone promised you anything.  Maybe even now you can’t seem to trust anyone.

Perhaps you didn’t receive the love and care that you so desperately needed.  Your heart continues in the pain of abandonment.

Perhaps people in your past told you things about yourself.  That you were stupid, or lazy, or foolish, or any number of cruel things, and you believed them.  Your perception of yourself is still that way.

Perhaps the people in your life, who were supposed to protect you, didn’t.  Maybe they were the ones who hurt you the most.  The stab of betrayal may still be alive and well in your heart.

If any of these story lines belong to you, please let me say I am so sorry.

Your story should have been better.  Not a nightmarish fantasy.  Your story should have given you a better sense of yourself.  Your true self.  Created by a God who loves you.  Created for a specific purpose.

Remember Sam’s words~

“And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why.”

To be sure, things cannot go back to the way they were, back before the trouble.  Time has gone on too for that.  That would be fantasy.

But here’s what I know for sure.

Just Show Up

A while back, one of our pastors told us that if we did not have a time and a place to meet God, the chances of actually doing it were slim.

I had to agree with him wholeheartedly.

I had established a time and a place,

and meeting God there was on some days the only place I wanted to be.

This intentionality caused my heart to yearn for Him even more.

The more I knew Him, the more I wanted to know Him.

This is still true today.

In fact, many of my Significant Encounters happen in this very place..

What I’ve learned is that when I put myself into the position to find Him,

suddenly, I see Him.                       

Not with my eyes, but with the peace of Him that settles in my heart.

Whatever might happen the rest of the day,

is not as likely to ruffle me as much as if I haven’t spoken to God first.

Note, I said spoken to God?

Well, know that some days I say not one word.

Some days I read my Bible.

Most days I write in my journal.

Somedays I read an inspirational or instructional book.

I even have a little devotional that I like to peruse.

Whatever I sense that is right for the day.

Sometimes it’s an hour or more.

Some days it’s ten minutes.

Long ago, Tommy Barnett taught us that you should “Read until you burn”.

What he meant was simply to stay in that place until you sense His burning in your heart.

In my case, I sense His pleasure with our time together.

There are no set of defined rules.

If there were, these times would grow flat and boring very quickly.

But a time and a place?

Any time best for you.

Any place you can be undisturbed.

What a difference this makes.

Psalm 27:8 (NASB)

When You said, “ Seek My face,” my heart said to You, “Your face, O LORD,

I shall I seek”.

Then really, all you have to do is show up!

Do you have a time and a place?

Care to share?

Bloodletting Saved My Life

I’ve heard it said that you’re supposed to do one thing that scares you every day. 

Well this week, I did just that.  Just one day though.  Not every day.  Moderation is key right?

I gave blood.

I don’t like needles.

I don’t like pain.

I did learn a very important fact doing it though. 

The amount of blood they took from me has the potential of saving three lives. 

Three! 

Amazing.

 

In the late nineteenth century, bloodletting was good medicine.

“Humors” were thought to be in four categories.  

Blood, phlegm, black bile and yellow bile. 

The thinking was that proper balance of the “humors” helped to maintain good health. 

Bloodletting was a way to purge the body of “bad humors”.

(Makes me wonder about the phrases “bad blood” and “good humor”.)

Anyway all this reading and thinking about blood set me to thinking of a “word” I felt the Lord speak to me some time ago. 

Six words actually.

“One word.  One Drop.  One moment.”

When you consider God, consider this.

It only takes one word from Him to change everything.

It only takes one drop of the precious blood of Jesus to cleanse us of our sin.

It only takes one moment, to receive the forgiveness that will assure us of an eternity with God our Father.

My bloodletting can save three lives.

The life is in the blood.

The bloodletting of Jesus the Christ, can give life to the world.

Revelation 12:11a (KJV) says this; 

And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony.