WHAT IS YOUR STORY?
The American writer, Marianne Wiggins, wrote the novel “Almost Heaven.” One of her central characters is
a middle-aged woman named Melanie John. As the story begins, we meet
Melanie in the psychiatric unit of the Medical College of Virginia, suffering
from hysterical amnesia. Shortly before that, she was a happily married
mother of four children, living in the Richmond suburbs.
However, five weeks earlier, she and Jason, her husband and the
love of her life, were headed down the highway with their four kids seated in
the back. Melanie had been writing during their drive, when a gust of
wind carried her paper out the window.
Jason pulled the car over to the side of the road and Melanie got
out and headed into a nearby field to recover her writing. That’s when
she heard a terrifying screech of tires skidding. She turned just in time
to witness another vehicle slamming into the rear of her family car. The
car exploded, and Jason and the children were killed instantaneously.
Melanie’s emotional system coped by shutting down completely –
blocking out all memories of that day and, sadly, all memories of her family
life as well. The last 20 years had been completely erased from her conscious
memory. The very last memory Melanie could recall was her graduation from
law school, two decades earlier. But all her major life memories, of
meeting Jason and falling in love, of her wedding day, of the births of her four
children, of the building of their new home, were totally lost.
Although her amnesia acted as an emotional anesthetic, Melanie was robbed
of herself and had no real sense of the most meaningful parts of her identity.
Powerful unanswered questions filled her room. Inside this shell of
a body, who is Melanie John? What is her life? Where does she fit?
What would now be her place and her purpose? Without the stories of
the last 20 years, she had no easy way of knowing. Without the stories of
her past, there was no meaningful present, and quite possibly no meaningful
future.
This novel recounts Melanie’s painful journey to recover her
memories and to regain her sense of self. One of the things this story
reminds us about is that OUR LIVES
ARE MADE UP OF OUR STORIES. Our sense of self, who we are, why we
are here, where we fit, and where we are headed, are the emotional roadmaps by
which we have sanity and a sense of our lives.
Indeed, our lives are fundamentally shaped by our family stories
and our cultural stories, all those times of gain and loss, all those times of
weeping and rejoicing, all those stories that tell us who we are, all those
stories that reveal our priorities and our values.
Nevertheless, FOR THE CHRISTIAN,
THERE ISAN ALTERNATE STORY. It is a faith saga that transcends
culture, time, space and happenstance – providing us with meaning and
direction.
My personal journey has a multiplicity of chapters, scenes,
settings and life-events – some saturated with joy and fulfilment, some not so
much. But I do have ONE
PRIMARY OVERARCHING STORY that colors all and affects all. Do
you want to know what it is?
Fanny J. Crosby, a blind Christian composer, captured it so well in
the lyrics of her classic hymn, “Blessed Assurance.”
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
THIS IS MY STORY, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long;
Praising my Savior all the day long;
My friend, WHAT IS YOUR
STORY?
Sisters and
brothers, be continually blessed, and please (above all else) MAKE SURE YOU ARE
READY TO MEET OUR SOON COMING KING. Maranatha!
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