Stories about ourselves

We really can’t hear the stories of the bible, what they are saying, until we hear them as stories about ourselves. We have to imagine our way into them, imagine ourselves as the prodigal son coming home terrified, afraid that the door will be slammed in his face, only to be greeted by a bear hug. Before he choke out the first words of the speech he has prepared about how sorry he is and how he will never do it again, not unlike you and I who Sunday after Sunday say how sorry we are and how we will never do it again. We have to put ourselves in the place of the good thief, spread-eagled in the merciless sun, saying to the one who is dying beside him, Jesus remember me when you come into your kingly power. The way at the heart of every prayer we have ever prayed or will ever pray we are also saying it one form or other remember me, remember me. Invite someone to take a closer look at the stories of the bible, Christ and his church