It seems to
me that all of the stories of our faith are just that, stories, unless we can
see them as
our stories. One way to
do that is to retell the story, in our own words or in our own way. Christmas
pageants are like that, and we had a wonderful one at church yesterday, with
people of all ages. A teenage Mary and Joseph; baby angels kissing other angels
on the cheek; small sheep and a variety of shepherds; innkeepers directing the
holy family to the Motel 6; tall wise men striding majestically around on their
journey accompanied by a mobility scooter camel using Google maps, and not
reaching the baby Jesus yet, because that is a story for another day; and the
whole congregation providing the soundtrack.
Can you see
yourself in the Christmas story? What’s your part? Are you scared but excited
about the new thing coming to life within you? Are you taking care of your
flock? Are you looking for a sign for which way to go?
If
you were to retell the story, would you tell it differently?
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