Good Morning, God!
My brother is here and we had a delightful dinner last night. He has the family gift of story telling. Kit and I listened to his story of the screech owl that BANGED into his window — only to be taken away and cared for by Animal Rescue and then brought back 5 days later to be released into the screech owl’s own territory.
David had more stories to tell and we enjoyed hearing them as much as he enjoyed telling them. Story telling does run in my family. My father didn’t just use his hands to tell a story — he would get up out of his chair so his whole body could participate — and he added sound effects, too.
The thing about a GOOD STORY is that it gets better with the telling. I remember reading Ian a story that had the refrain “Drummer Hoff fired it off. KA BOOM!” Ian — only two or three –would wait eagerly and then join me each time in the KA BOOM!
What a joy it is, God, to tell a good story! I wonder if the ability to tell a story AND the ability to hear and rehear a story aren’t related? Part of the cherishing of “narrative?” Surely, God, the gift of STORIES is one of Your best gifts. Information that is encoded in a Story is so much easier to remember.
Hmm. It comes to me that Jesus came not just to TELL “Life Changing” Stories (parables) BUT to BE a “Life Changing” Story. Thank You, God, for the great gift of Stories and Story Tellers!