Once upon a time . . . . there was a story.
And the world is filled with stories: some true, some tale. And the stories we embrace indent our soul and mould our destiny.
Because the stories we hear, and the stories we tell, live bigger than us; and whether we know it or not, our belief ushers us into the story we accept.
And in the utter end, there are only two stories we will tell, and we will live. One story says the world is chaos, and we alone must muddle and reign and suffer and rule; that we are all there is, whether our best or worst, and our only hope is ourselves.
The other story says the world is chaos, but the One Who made the world enters the chaos, and redefines it with His reality; and we are not left alone to our own devices, because someone from beyond us transcends our noise and makes sense of our senseless pain.
And our lives echo the stories we believe. That’s why we have to know what story we trust, and what story we live. Because to settle into an alone story is tragic, and to live as though there is no story is to not live at all.
We were made to live in a together story . . . and that’s the only reason we can believe it.
Close your eyes, and see it. Quiet your heart, and hear it. Still the clamour, and enter in . . .
This is the mystery, the paradox of grace. This is our story.
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