I’m trusting that the message would reach the hearts of those who need to hear it, that it would be a stepping stone to freedom from many women. We all have beauty stories. I’m taking a guess here, but they probably contain brokenness, hurt or confusion. Let God transform your story and find healing.
I’m not the only one who feels we should be telling our stories. Here’s an article that inspires us to tell our story well: http://churchm.ag/telling-a-story-well-video/.
A few years ago I was chatting with my friend about the idea that every believer has a story to tell. We all have a “before,” our life without Jesus; a “middle,” or crossroads, where we receive him; and an “after,” our life with Jesus. Even if our “after” isn’t yet “complete,” we can still attest to the power of Jesus in our lives.
My friend nodded emphatically, “Yes, everyone has a story!”
“So what’s yours?” I asked her.
“Oh, I don’t have one!” she answered.
I laughed at the time, but in my recently acquired position writing stories for the Free Methodist Church in Canada website, I realize that many believers have the same response. When asked to tell their story of Jesus working in their lives, they are reluctant. Few people tell their story easily, many people don’t tell it at all.
There are different reasons for this. Here are some:
- We do not want to put ourselves on a pedestal. That seems valid – a good Christian would not want to steal the glory from God. Far be it from us to flaunt the good things we have done, especially if Jesus is the one doing the work in us. At the least, it could be seen as bragging and that’s just bad manners.
- We want to keep our stories private. Granted, some stories have sensitive information that should be revealed in an appropriate setting. But oftentimes we over-protect our stories. We tend to hold on tightly to the changes God has made in our lives. We may not want to be judged by our past or be accountable for our future. Letting others know lets them in.
- We don’t have all the answers. Telling our stories invites questions from others. If we have had an encounter with God, then people will want to know more about it. Perhaps we don’t feel confident in our Biblical knowledge or are afraid there will be questions we just can’t answer, so we don’t open ourselves up to embarrassment.
- We don’t think our stories are interesting enough. Like my friend above, some of us may feel that because we weren’t rescued from a down-and-out lifestyle or there wasn’t a major transformation, then we have nothing to say. This is often true of people raised in Christian homes, who accepted Jesus at a young age, and have lived a fairly wholesome life, as compared to someone who was saved off the streets, or from drug abuse, or has “juicy details.” The latter attracts an attentive audience.
But most Christians would agree that if God is doing a redeeming, transformative work in our lives, this is something wonderful, which ought to be shared.
One of my favourite verses is Philemon 1:6:
I pray that you may be active in sharing your faith, so that you will have a full understanding of every good thing we have in Christ. (NIV)
When we “share our faith” with each other, we become partners in the gospel. It increases our awareness of the good things we have in Christ. And so, to keep our stories to ourselves would be a disservice to the Christian community.
What actually happens when we tell our stories?
- We give God the glory. When we recount the wonderful ways God has worked in our lives, the changes he’s made in us, the ways we want to serve him, and the fruit we see because of it, it gives opportunity for others to praise Him.
- It encourages and inspires others to action. Paul commends Philemon for “refreshing the saints.” I think of the stories I’ve been privileged to share on the FM blog – each interview I’ve carried out and each story I’ve written had the surprising effect of giving me joy in my own ministry. To know that there are others out there, in the trenches, using their gifts, working for the kingdom, is rejuvenating. We’re in this together.
- It broadens our perspective and knowledge of God. God did not intend for one of us to have all the answers, he intended that we glean the answers and understanding from each other, as a body, united in Christ. When we hear how God responds uniquely to each person, we receive an education about the one who made us. The specifics of those stories reveal the depths of his love.
- In a world full of bad news, it brings redemption to the forefront. We have access to the news 24/7. Most of it is bad news, and often skewed to push a worldview that doesn’t align with the believer’s. But there are redemptive stories happening all around us that, if told, could put these sensationalistic pieces into perspective. The world pushes fear, but God presents love.
Recently I tuned in to Focus on the Family, where the host, Jim Daly, told the listening audience that day, after a particularly moving interview,
We don’t own our testimonies; they are bought at a price, the blood of Jesus Christ.
Perhaps if we believed that our stories, along with our lives, belong to Christ, we would be open to sharing them freely. In doing so, we would enrich the body of believers and refresh the saints.
So what’s your story?
Remember Mister Men?
In the hands of the right person, Mr. Funny can be toe-pointingly hilarious.
Love this picture of my Dad in his element with my Little Misses. Dad is known for his story-telling, whether he makes up his own or adds his unique flourish to someone else’s. When he tells his stories, he has the ability to capture your imagination, stimulate your conscience, inspire you to action, bring you to tears… or laughter.
Dad’s favourite stories to tell are from the Bible, written by those who were called to use words, document truth, build memory, inspire change, and offer life for all who read it.
The legacy Dad is leaving our family is invaluable.
I have been blogging for over six years. I jumped on the bandwagon in September ’05 with an apologetic first entry, sorry that I hadn’t adopted the trend earlier, not unlike Baby Boomers and The Facebook.
I was an almost-daily blogger for the years 2006-2008 when my husband and I, with our two daughters, moved to Ghana, West Africa to establish a mission partnership with our sister church there. After realizing that cross-cultural work is much harder than those triumphant missionary biographies would have you believe (see Jackie Pullinger for details), I found it cathartic to tell my story of day-to-day living in Africa to the internet.
The Silent Years were when we returned to Canada to change my husband’s job description from “Missionary” to “Pastor.” As faithful a listener as the internet had been, I didn’t feel up to processing my intense reverse culture shock so publicly. You would have enjoyed some of the stories, though. Like the time, at the peak of it, at a girly get-together, I listened to my friends’ oh-so-dogmatic opinions about whether one should find out the sex of their baby before he/she is born. I might have thought “Blah… blah… blah…” OUT LOUD. And we had at least 12 seconds of uninterrupted, awkward silence. Sitcom Gold.
I kept trying to write, even got a nudge in that direction when I was published in a small Christian magazine. I tried opening a new blog (right here), but I was uninspired and my posts sporadic.
Instead, I started a Fair-Trade business. For 3 1/2 years, I built a business importing beads, baskets and batik from my friends back in Ghana. A large part of my job was marketing the products by talking about the resourcefulness and ingenuity of the Ghanaian people, which inevitably opened a way for me to speak of my experiences. I may have gained friends of customers by over-disclosing.
As of last week, I have sold the business and have an itch to fire up the old blog. I’ve gained some new experiences in my recent roles as a business owner, (reluctant) Pastor’s Wife, (enthusiastic) Women’s Ministry Leader, (reluctant and enthusiastic) mother of two girls entering their teens.
As I approach middle age–I’ve been trying out this term since I recently had to move a product away from my face to read the fine print. Horrifying.–I’m reflecting on my life experiences: the different jobs I’ve had, the places I’ve been, where God has led my husband and I in ministry and our relationships… They seem so varied it’s hard to see where or how they might be channeled for use in the future.
The way I see it, there are two things that link my past experiences and my new adventures. The first is an absolute peace that God is working out the details, just as he promises. The second is that I can write about them.