{"id":956,"date":"2005-08-27T00:00:30","date_gmt":"2005-08-27T05:00:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/?p=956"},"modified":"2005-08-27T00:00:30","modified_gmt":"2005-08-27T05:00:30","slug":"the-stories-of-our-lives","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2005\/20050827-956.htm","title":{"rendered":"The Stories of our Lives"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve loved stories for as long as I can remember.  I&#8217;ve read thousands upon thousands of books in my life, which is yet young.  I read the newspapers, devouring the &#8220;public interest&#8221; pieces.  I watch movies and plays.  I enjoy opera, poetry, lyric dance.  I love stories.<\/p>\n<p>Some of the stories reduce me to tears; some cause me to stand in anger.  Some stories confuse me; while I identify with others.  Some stories change my thinking; some reinforce what I already believe. Some stories raise questions in my mind; others lead to answers.<\/p>\n<p>But there are some stories that do something else altogether.  I often finish a biography claiming &#8220;Abigail Adams (or whoever else I was reading about) is my hero.&#8221;  But after reading Corrie ten Boom&#8217;s autobiography <i>The Hiding Place<\/i>, I went away proclaiming that Corrie ten Boom&#8217;s God is my hero.  Many books make me rise up inside&#8211;Francine River&#8217;s <I>And the Shofar Blew<\/i> spurred me to do all I could to promote the church as God has called it to be.  Many accounts of true life events make me exclaim &#8220;That&#8217;s too bad&#8221; or &#8220;How exciting!&#8221;  <i>Fresh Wind, Fresh Fire<\/i> made me fall on my knees in prayer.  Many musical pieces inspire me with their beauty, but Listz&#8217;s <i>Christus<\/i>, telling the story of Christ&#8217;s birth, death, and resurrection, made me share its refrain with everyone I met&#8211;&#8220;Christ conquers, Christ rules, Christ commands all eternity.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>II Corinthians 3:3 says, &#8220;You are our epistle written in our hearts, known and read by all men.&#8221;  As Christians, we have a story that every person who comes into contact with us reads.  What do our stories say?  What action do they evoke?  To whom do they point?<\/p>\n<p>I hunger to be remembered, to have done something worthwhile.  I hunger that my name be remembered after I die, that somehow I have made some indelible impression on the earth.  I hunger that somehow the earth will be a different place, a better place because I lived here.<\/p>\n<p>As I look at the stories that impacted my life, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt what I want my story to accomplish.  I want people who hear my story, who read my writings, who meet me and talk to me&#8211;to see Christ.  I want people to hear my story and proclaim, &#8220;Rebekah&#8217;s God is my hero.&#8221;  I want people to read my poetry and share the refrain of God&#8217;s greatness with everyone they meet.  I want people to hear my message and be driven to their knees in Christ&#8217;s honour.  I want those who weep at my grave to glory in God&#8217;s greatness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve loved stories for as long as I can remember. I&#8217;ve read thousands upon thousands of books in my life, which is yet young. I read the newspapers, devouring the &#8220;public interest&#8221; pieces. I watch movies and plays. I enjoy opera, poetry, lyric dance. I love stories. Some of the stories reduce me to tears; &#8230; <a title=\"The Stories of our Lives\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2005\/20050827-956.htm\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">The Stories of our Lives<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[2,21],"tags":[508,681,1045,1082],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/956"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=956"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/956\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=956"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=956"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=956"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}