The Stories We Tell

The Stories We Tell – By Steven J. Callis

We thought they were stories invented in the minds of our parents and grandparents, to help us realize how good life is today.  “Dad, I’m a senior in high school now, and I should not have to ride the bus to school.  Can I get a car?”  “Son, when I was your age I had to walk 2 miles to school in 3 feet of snow.”

In grandpa’s story, he made the same trek, but he was barefooted.  I did not know whether to believe those stories or not, but storytelling has been a gift handed down from generation to generation.  And 30 years from now the story will have changed somewhat, but it will be true:  “Son, back in 2014, I was stranded on the school bus overnight, in the middle of nowhere, in below freezing temperatures, and snow all over the ground!”

Our community is grateful especially to school teachers, administrators, school staff, and bus drivers who went above and beyond to keep our children safe.  Thank you!

I remember as a child asking my dad to tell me stories about when he was a boy.  Years later, my kids were asking me to tell them stories about when I was a boy.  Eventually, reruns were requested – –  “can you tell me the story about the time you…”

It is unlikely that a biography will be written about my life.  There will be no movie reels containing highlights and episodes of my glory days.  The sparse collection of awards and accolades will acknowledge a few accomplishments, but they will tell no stories.

However, the stories that were important enough to tell will live on in the hearts and minds of my children, along with the tales I related to them about my dad, and about my granddad.  Those stories would have little meaning to you, but they do matter to me; so they had to be told.

We all have stories to tell.  They may even be embellished a bit as we grow older and our memory of details fade.  But they are our stories, and they should be told.

In 1965, an epic film was released titled, “The Greatest Story Ever Told,” recounting the life of Jesus from birth to His Resurrection.  It is, indeed, a great story, but it becomes even greater (to me) when it includes the part about how He changed my life.  My children know the story, and now I have a granddaughter, and I can hardly wait to tell her my favorite story.

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