Stories

A few months ago a song popped into my memory, but all I could remember were a few lines -
Tell me a story, tell me a story, tell me a story, then I'll go to bed.
Tell me about the birds and bees
How do you make a chicken sneeze
Tell me a story, then I'll go to bed.
I remember it from when I was about 4 years old. I think it was a 78 record (yes, younger people, there is such a thing as a 78 record). As an adult, that's all I can remember. But, whenever I would bring up the song as an adult, my mom could sing all the words. Now that's she's gone, so is the rest of the song. That's what I thought. Until I looked it up on youtube - technology is unbelievable. I found it. Here it is.



Just listening to that brought great memories of my mom and dad.

The other day I read this on a Starbucks cup:
"Stories are gifts - Share"

Although our 40 Days of Love campaign is a month in the past, what I valued the most about it was hearing other people's stories. Everybody has a story, a life full of events that make up their story. When someone begins to share their story, you know they have let you into their life. You begin to see "more" of them. It's almost like when Dorothy opens the door and walks in to Oz - it turns from sepia to technicolor. It's what made Celebration Sunday special to me - listening to bits of stories from people. Since we had almost 100 people in small groups, that means there were a lot of stories being told over the 40 days.

That's what makes small groups invaluable to the fellowship of Kinoole. It enables each person to connect in deeper ways than an hour on Sunday morning will allow.
That's what is described in 1 Corinthians 13.