Even this whole world is a story, a very long, dramatic and sometimes tedious story, but a story nonetheless.
Our individualism is also a story, how we grow from infants to adults to elderly. But not just the physical part, the spiritual part as well. Our story is our own and whatever happens to us individually is maturing us inwardly as Jesus’ bride.
How is it our own? Here’s an idea: “So Peter seeing him said to Jesus, ‘Lord, and what about this man?’ Jesus said to him, ‘If I want him to remain until I come, what is that to you? You follow Me!'” … John 21:21-22
C. S. Lewis also had a similar one in the Chronicles of Narnia:
Shasta: “You also wounded Aravis”
Aslan: ” It was I!”
Shasta: “What for?”
Aslan: “Child! I am telling you Your story, not hers. No one is told any story but their own.”
When the Spirit is working within you, you can’t really argue with that. I have to share my own little confession. For a couple of days I’ve been jealous of revelations that others in our family have been sharing. Today, the Spirit brought a choice, if you will, to mind. I can either be jealous of what He’s been giving to others and let myself get bitter and resentful about it, or I can be proud of them sharing what He is doing in their lives and being willing to share with us.
Like I said, you can’t argue with that my friend. 😉
Till Jesus wills it,