Here's a little-known secret about me. I love stories. I love hearing stories, I love telling stories and I love thinking up stories. That's probably one reason why I have an awkward blog which is only for stories ( stories that are true, about me or my friends and their awkward experiences).
One thing I love about stories is that they are never completely finished until all items have been resolved. Now, contrary people would tell me that is false- good stories leave you hanging, wanting more or wanting something to change (especially with documentary-type stories). But I would disagree. The stories that leave you hanging aren't finished. The actual story isn't finished yet even though the book might be published.
There is one story-line that I've been obsessed with since the first time it aired on television- that would be the show How I Met Your Mother. I absolutely love it. In fact, I love it so much that I even made one of my best friends a blue French horn for her birthday in honor of that show. I was very unsettled all season though because I thought the story was going to be winding down and ending since it was Season 8. You know how writers make the plot take forever to build up to the climax and then all of a sudden everything will fall into place and the show is over? They were doing that (and oddly the past few episodes seem to be reflecting parallels in my life too). But when things fell into place, some items were still missing. Not everything was explained or finished yet and I was so excited that there was more! AND even better is that the story isn't even over!
And that is what I love about stories. I love stories and watching stories unfold because life is one very complex story that never seems to be over. Things get messy and unsettled and disrupted and it's just wonderful after you can see how all that misery just makes for an even better resolution.
Stories reflect life but life is THE story that gets told. I don't think we always realize it. We make it about the characters or the theme or the genre or what have you, but it's all about the same journey or course in life.
I think that every story is really just pointing towards one HUGE story and we ALL are important characters in it.
And this is the beginning:
God was around, He made some awesome stuff (i.e. the entire universe) so we could live and worship Him and exist in all things beautiful but we fell off the wagon and created ugly by eating fruit from a snake. So to help us back on the wagon, a covenant was made that would guide and direct man to forgiveness and back to beauty. But it wasn't a pretty testament. Sacrifices were made, battles were had, sin kept existing, etc. All of this led up to the climax where Jesus, 100% God-man, died to finally end the catastrophic mess so we could all be free to worship God and restore things to the way it should be. He even said, "It is finished" to mark the end of that Old Testament covenant.
BUT.
PSYCHE!
It isn't finished! It's just getting good. Because now we see things are falling into place but we also are seeing things get more unsettled and dirty. Terrorist bombings, nuclear threats and war, starvation, climate change, no energy sources, the never ending cancer disease, the worsening effects of greedy corporate systems, etc. You know what that means? We need the big climax and resolution when His second coming will finish it all. Here I am, living in the middle of this part, just a small blip in this huge story, but we're here. We're here and we see the messy plot of Satan and sin trying to take over but we also see God at work. I see the part where I am lonely and sick and tired and depressed but I also see how God can use that to bless others and make life beautiful. For what IS beauty if there is nothing harsh to juxtapose it against? (Seriously- I'm asking because I want to know.)
Anyway, we are a part of this crazy absurdly complicated story which billions of people have participated in since the dawn of Creation. I just think that is the coolest thing ever. And it's not over until there is this sweet smell of God writing the last period on the phrase "The end" where everything is perfectly resolved and in place.
I can't wait.
But until then, instead of moping about the long dragged out plot, maybe I should be out there experiencing it. After all, He wrote me into it as a character, so why not?
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