His storytelling probably inspired me more than I realized, to be a teller of stories too.  I started practicing on he and mom actually when I was a kid….

When Lara & I started dating, we used to go on a lot of walks.  (Not because I’m terribly romantic but mostly because neither of us had our driver’s license yet ..)  And the stories would just start pouring forth.  Now our children ask Dad (me) to tell them stories.  And when I get on a roll, the story gets better each time I tell it.  And they start filling in details that I forgot about (with that rendering).  The story almost takes on a life of its own.

And I smile about how each of us are oozing with history.  Our own personal history.  We all have a story to tell.  Most of us have a need to know and be known.  Most of us relish the “be known” part as being “funner” because we get to do the talking.  I tell our girls that when they get older they’ll have just as cool stories as me and Grandpa.  (Although Grandpa’s stories will be tough to beat.)

It can be enthralling to hear stories of times past.  Visiting locations of where those stories took place brings the story even more alive than before.  Walking around Annapolis with Doug & Sheila made me think about the colonial part of our nation’s history and how those streets were filled with people who had a story to tell too.

That’s what we’re doing right now in our mid-week connection here at ACC every Wednesday night.  We’re exploring a DVD series that takes us on a “site tour” of places in the Bible where stories and accounts took place.  It provides for great discussion and dialog seeing the land of the Bible up on a huge flat-screen TV.

We all have a story to tell.  God has one too.  His(story) is “funner” than all of ours put together.  Pull up a chair and pass the reuben.