Participating in My Story
I’ve mentioned before that I am part of a “Training Circle” with a group of 6 other men from my church. We meet once a month to sharpen and share our lives with each other.
Along with the regular things we do each month (read a book, memorize scripture, relational assignment with our spouse), the most memorable thing we do each month is share our stories.
As we rotate each month, by the end of the year each man will have gotten 30 minutes of uninterrupted time to share his story with the group specifically given to give the others access into his life.
Each man’s story has been unique. Each has been powerful.
It is my turn this month.
I’ll be honest: I struggle with believing that I have a “good story”.
I grew up in a loving and supportive home. My parents have been happily married for over 30 years. A legacy of faith has been passed down for generations as my grandparents actively serve God and pray for us grandchildren. My siblings love Jesus and one is even in the ministry. I’ve been a part of youth groups, served in the church, participated in missions, and have been met by God many times in my short life.
God blessed me with a phenomenal campus ministry in college where I met my wife. We got married right out of school, have three beautiful daughters, and live a comfortable life in north Atlanta.
Really, I’m grateful.
How can this seemingly “good” life be used to speak into someone else’s life? Hollywood would never green light my life into a major motion picture. It’s so bland. So boring.
That’s when it hit me. Well, that’s when God hit me (over the head).
Dustin, you are participating in My story. Your life story and experiences all point to my goodness.
While I don’t have any of the ‘extremes’ that have happened in my life, I am still an imperfect being. Like everyone else, I still need a Savior to rescue me. No matter how hard I try, I will always fail to meet God’s standard on my own. All the things I put before God will always fall short.
My lustful eyes.
My internal anger.
And remember those confessions I mentioned the other week? There still here and I’m still processing them. Confessing and laying them before God is hard, but necessary.
But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. (Romans 5:8 NIV)
Today, I am grateful that our God is in the business of rescue. No matter how big or how small, He will reach down, meet us where we’re at, and pick us up and graft us into His Story.