by Macy Johnson
“Let
the redeemed of the Lord tell their story –
those
He redeemed from the hand of the foe.”
(Psalm
107:2 NIV)
The
parking lot was dark and deserted. I grabbed my music bag from the back seat of
my car and headed for the church building. A nicely-dressed, tall, young man wearing
a backpack crossed the street in front of me. We glanced at each other and
slightly nodded. I hurried across the street, then glimpsed over my shoulder to
see which direction he was headed. I thought, “What’s your story?”
On the way
home from choir practice, on the outskirts of town, I noticed an ominous figure
walking on the sidewalk on the far side of the street. My mind again inquired,
“What’s your story?”
My
husband, Jeff, and I were cruising the backroads of central Georgia one Friday afternoon
when we passed a dilapidated structure, which was abandoned and falling down.
We looked at each other and my husband asked, “What’s with that old building? I
wonder what story it holds.” Images of dirt roads and horse carts filled my view.
Rocking chairs on the porch and hanging baskets of flowers caught my imagination’s
eye. No telling what tales that old house could tell.
God has
gifted each of us with a unique story. Not unlike the mystery novels I like to
get lost in, our lives have beginnings, ends, and lots of crazy stuff in between.
We experience today in part as a result of what happened yesterday. Tomorrow might
be the culmination of choices we make today. We each have a story that will
continue into eternity.
When I
arrive at the pearly gates of heaven and am asked, “What’s your story?” I will
be ready to answer, “Jesus!”
I will eagerly tell my story to anyone who asks. I hope you will, too!
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