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.
With help from Google images
1 comment:
The most meaningful and deepest truths are the most simple.
If we believe chaos is all there is then naturally, our thinking becomes chaotic, complex and eventually superficial.
Keep writing those basic incontrovertible realities!
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