Over the Thanksgiving weekend, I went deer hunting with my brother-in-law on two cold, crisp mornings. I don’t have a hunting license so I was just along for the thrill. On both mornings we saw nothing on our property but when we left our property we saw several deer and one buck in particular. On Sunday morning, I got a text from my sister that said, “Wesley got him!!” It was a trophy buck; in fact, the largest deer the taxidermist had ever seen! Even though I wasn’t directly involved in the kill, I have told that story over and over and I have shown pictures of the deer over and over. It is so exciting.
We all have stories we love to tell. These stories excite us and mean so much to us. We tell them with passion and our faces gleam with joy. But, when was the last time you told someone the story of Jesus. After all, it is the greatest story ever told. It is the story that saves lives. It is the story only story that truly matters. I’m ashamed to say that, for me, it has been a long time. We are so comfortable in our little church pews and we just wait for people to come to us and we are glad to tell about our Savior when we are asked. But, did Jesus not say, “Go”? We have a GRAND story to share with the world. Why is the story of Jesus not our favorite story to share or the story told most often?
“I love to tell the story of unseen things above, of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and His love. I love to tell the story because I know ‘tis true, it satisfies my longings as nothing else can do.”—A. Katherine Hankey