We all tell stories in which we are the central character. I have noticed that the way we tell stories matter. The details that are left out of one story might change the perception or theadded details might make the storyteller look good. The one thing I have noticed that is common to almost every story is that they are personal. Usually we interject ourselves into the plot line of the story. Second, we are usually the voice of reason amongst other irrational people.
Maybe you’re like me and you hear stories all the time. Maybe you also tell these stories all the time. And when I tell my own story, I am always the voice of reason. But this isn’t true at all. When you listen to people tell stories you usually think of how smart they are and how dumb the rest of the world is. But is the rest of the world really that dumb?
I love that as we approach Easter and look at the story of the cross, Jesus approached it differently. He plainly told his disciples that he had to face death. He begged and pleaded for his father to remove his cup of suffering and yet he faced it anyway. Although Jesus ultimately conquers death he is never the hero in his own story. He highlighted his own meek character for the betterment of humanity. We follow meekness because it is the only thing that is truly genuine. We live in a culture of forgeries and fakes. When was the last time someone told you a story in which they were the irrational one, the marginalized one or the meek one? I think the common knowledge is that those stories are not very good. Individually, they may not be, but a collection of these stories and a lifestyle of meekness tells a life-altering story. The kind you want to emulate.
What is with the humanistic need to become the hero in our story? Why not tell the same story the way it really happened? What if we told stories in which we highlighted our own meekness?Share