Oh, Thomas.

Thank you.

Thank you for sharing your story. Thank you for your honesty. Some people may give you a hard time.  Questioning why you would question the word of your friends.

Your friends were telling stories that were unbelievable, unexplainable, incredible if true.

“I want to see him, touch him, hear him for myself! I don’t want to believe just because you tell me you saw him.”

Me too.

Me too, Thomas.

Thank you.

* * *

I wonder if that is the point of our telling of stories. Not to change others’ minds or make them believe anything in particular.  But because sometimes the stories wake up something deep inside of us.  We recognize something of ourselves in the story.  But we want our own experience.  We want our own journey.  What if the point of the stories is to set us off searching and asking our own questions?  What if the point of the stories is to invite us to seek and follow after the trail that Jesus walks, which ultimately leads us to live our own stories?  Stories of Encounter and Grace and Life.


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