“In fact, I want my listeners to believe so deeply that I almost have them saying to themselves, ‘No, he couldn’t have been there, that’s impossible!’”
These are the words of the old storyteller in Frank Delaney’s novel
I do not mean believe a proposition. I am not speaking of just spouting data. I have often thought I’d love to teach history, but not the way my history teachers taught it. I studied history as factual data, not as story. When I listened to lectures I heard data. It left me cold. Ah, but if someone would have told me the story, as if he had experienced it: what a lesson in history that would have been!
The Jews understand this. During Passover when they tell the story of the Exodus they do not say, When our ancestors were slaves in
So here’s a thought to ponder: do I really believe the gospel story? The question is not: Do I believe it happened; but: have I experienced this story at the deepest level? Have I ingested it—drank from it deeply, eaten the scroll—to the point that it has become part of me?
The old hymn asks, Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Were you? How can we ever hope to communicate this incredible story of love and hope if we haven’t witnessed it?
Think about it.