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!