Perhaps it is equally threatening and comforting to us to know that throughout our lives we are forever ending some type of journey only to begin another. But the reality of things that have occurred in our life and now have changed, does not mean they still don’t shape us. We are forever turning a page in our own book of life and each page that is turned would be hollow if it were not for the pages before it. For though buildings,groups, and people have come and gone, if we are blessed to be of good mind, those memories can take us back in a flash. (From Pastor Randy's sermon 6/2)
From Pamela: Here is one of my favorite memories about story telling:
When my kids were little we had a night time ritual where I would begin the story: Once upon a time there was a girl named Jackie (or a boy named Benjamin). On a ______ in ______
she/he (fill in the blank with something that happened)....
As the "story" progressed, I would recount some of the details --- my little listeners participated in the story telling, sometimes elaborating, sometimes correcting. Sometimes I threw in something totally imaginary and they would giggle with delight.
The memory of these evenings spent with my little ones (who are now in their 30s) takes me to a tender time -- the minutes before bedtime, tucking them in: Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite. It was tender time that connected me to the memory of being "tucked in" by my own parents -- it transports me to my childhood bedroom, sleeping with my cat Mittens by my side.
Revisiting our life story can be instructive, healing and (at the least/most) amusing. Looking at our life from a faith perspective is a meaningful and effective spiritual practice -- and it is not difficult.
Take any event or phase of your life:
Remember the physical details. What was going on? What people were involved? What were you doing? What were others doing?
Here is the opener for the faith perspective: What was God doing? Do you recall anything in the event that offers comfort, or hope, or love or insight? What do you appreciate most about the memory? As you look "back" at the memory, do you see something you didn't see before?