Sometimes I read bible stories and I think of scruffy pigs, belting sheep and tall Roman soldiers in leather strap sandals … as if these elements scripted a magical tune about something in a far away land … where princes and princesses played, while mail-letter-curriers hurried over foothills and common-folk journeyed through grass valley fields …

but then I read …

and I see His (Jesus’) presence scared demons into pigs,

His word spoke dead back to life

and His touch set physical alms into full health …

and something in me, craves for more … 

I start to think, this guy … and these stories, recorded, of a, “ONCE UPON A TIME”, mythical land, are more than just an ink squirted onto a fanatically illustrated page – because He offers, modern day me, so, to step onto the squiggly lines of His example-life-stories … 

for … as the demon-possessed man lived captive, chained and tormented, so, once, was myself

for … as Judas betrayed Jesus, darkly, boldly, in the presence of others… so, once, did they to I

… and suddenly, in the midst of these “back in the day”, “FAIRYTALE” pieces – 

I see Christ’s pierced hands offer my bleeding wounds, His grace, hearing, “Daughter, your mistakes I have forgiven”…

I feel the sheaves of Ruth’s golden wheat brush away my generational chains of abuse, them, falling to His redeeming threshing floor … 

and I hear the furry of my Defender flip the tables in His temple-turned-marketplace, as He halts the sword of unjust betrayal shrieking itself near my heart …

See, Christ’s stories are not museum guarded, untouchably gold-plated, spiral-bound table-top tales.

His life stories – on our printable copies, His earthly documentary – are transparent invitations, holographing His presence into our past & present … 

So, then, I find myself reading on …

and, this wonder :

this demon-slaying,

dead-life-raising,

one-touch-healing, Jesus playing protagonist …

continues to unravel His archival past into my modern-day mirage … His story no longer existing as a fairytale once told about a human journey reformed… but His chapters becoming a,

“To Be Continued”

book, scripting its past into my ever present story –

as, He & I, together, transform.

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So, these are my stories –

this site, my memorandum to Him,

out of thanks for His presence in my daily,

… born with hope that these pieces –

each, a scripted, authentic frame,

– our journey –

present life:

hope, joy and encouragement,

to others’ platforms, plains and pains.