A Story Worth Living

 I recently attended a bridal shower where neither the bride nor the groom remembered their engagement. They remembered around what time of year it happened and a few details about the event. It had only been a year since the groom had proposed, and I was completely amazed at how little they remembered about such a significant event. Jeremiah proposed to me well over a year ago and I can remember the event very well. It was a moment that would completely reshape the rest of my life. It was a moment would mark the beginning of a new chapter in my story.

Moments like this get repeated over and over again. When I returned home to California after that visit to Michigan, I was asked several dozen times to tell the story of how he proposed. It is a great story and because it was such an significant event, I was happy to tell it over and over again. I drove home from this bridal shower completely perplexed at the idea of forgetting something so important so quickly.

Last week a high school friend and I were corresponding about another story of people quickly forgetting. Joshua 2:10 says, “After that whole generation had been gathered to their ancestors, another generation grew up who knew neither the LORD nor what he had done for Israel.”
Read that a few more times and let that sink in a little.

God delivers the entire nation of Israel from the oppression of the Egyptians. Moses leads a generation of people in following God through the wilderness, learning to hear God’s voice and what it means to be His people. They are commanded to tell and retell the great Story every year at Passover. The next generation comes along, Joshua marches them into the Promised Land as God gives them the great land He swore to give their forefathers. Joshua and the elders of that generation pass away and then no one knows the Story. You’ve got to be kidding me! Two generations in a row bear witness the incredible power, love and faithfulness of the Lord Almighty and the next generation grew up without knowing about it.

It doesn’t take long for a story to die. It simply stops being told. We are a generation that has heard the great Story of the Exodus and the redemption of God’s people through the blood of Jesus. Are we telling the Story to those who don’t know it? Are we living the Story in such a way that the next generation with grab hold of it? Will people write that this generation of the Bangor Church of Christ passed on and the next generation knew nothing of our Lord?

Good stories get told and retold. This is the absolute best story ever written or to be written. I’m afraid that far too often we choose to silence the Story because it is inconvenient or difficult. We can’t be bothered to gather each week to remind one another of the Story. We can’t be bothered to share the Story with our neighbors or invite them to come celebrate the Story with us on a Sunday morning. That simply unacceptable. I refuse to be known as the generation that let the Story be silenced. What about you? Are you in? Will you join me in sharing the Story so generation after generation may know about the goodness of our God?

Tell the Story. Live the Story. Don’t let it be silenced.