Ok, this is my last post this week, I PROMISE. Unless something deliciously bloggable comes along, of course.
Maybe most of evangelical humanity has seen this before I did last Sunday, but it moved me so deeply. Watching it, I realized that I don’t need any better proof for the fact that part of what I’m made to do is hear people’s faith stories than the tears that came to my eyes when I saw this.
(Note: This youtube version is all that will post on WordPress, but there’s a better version here, if you can’t read the words that come up below.”
When I watched this, I felt like someone ripped my heart out of my chest, mushed it around for a while, and handed it back to me, but all in a good way. And then, our pastor had each of us do the same thing and share it with the rest of the church (there’s 20-30 people at my church most Sundays). Wow. I don’t know everyone’s story, but what I saw, both in the words written on the cardboard and the looks on their faces, my heart overflowed.
Our faith stories are so important. They’re so key to understanding ourselves and the people around us, and they perpetuate the faith. When I hear how God has helped you, I’m changed. When you hear how he provided for me, you’re encouraged to expect his provision for yourself. We need these stories. They’re part of how we stay alive in the faith.