Only twelve stories.

When it comes to talking about God stuff, I’m a lot like your Uncle Frankie.

IMG_2199He’s the one who knew approximately twelve stories. For the first three or four times you heard them, they were funny or poignant or both. After that, you started to get a little bored.

When you took your best friend Eddie to see him, Uncle Frankie was amusing. Because Eddie didn’t know the stories. When you took a new beau over, you worried a bit. But Uncle Frankie’s stories were fresh, and they gave a picture of what makes your family distinctive. Quirky at times, and a little out of sync with what everyone calls “reality”, but your family.

When I teach, I remember that I only know about twelve stories. When I talk about restoration, I talk about my friend Richard. When I talk about prayer, I talk about conversations with God. When I talk about failing, I talk about the idea of a baby learning to walk. Some of you who know me in real life have heard these stories too often.

I used to think I needed to come up with new material all the time. I’m realizing that if I were a newscaster, I would need new material. If I were an essayist, I would need new essays. But because I am a teacher, originality isn’t always a virtue. Formation is. Some stories are classics. They must be retold because they define us. They remind us. They pull us back to our identity.

When Uncle Frankie talked about the time he gave up being a soldier and started working on rebuilding churches, we remembered that our family lives counter-culturally. And when we tell the story of the God who put on a body and died and lived again, we remember hope.

One thought on “Only twelve stories.

  1. Rich Dixon

    Love this! I use to laugh at the advice to “tear up your old lesson plans” every year. I’m betting those stories become a bit richer, deeper, perhaps more poignant and wise as you gain experience and wisdom.


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