We recently traveled to visit Nick’s cousin, who was a missionary in the Philippines for many years. He was in hospice care, and his wife said we should get there to see him. He was conscious when we arrived, so Nick did get to visit with him. We’re glad we drove up there.
Nick offered to read from the Bible for him. He said lions, so Nick read the story of Daniel in the lions’ den (Daniel 6). He had a smile on his face when Nick finished the story.
His wife said he’d been dreaming about fishing with his father every night, but that’s a story only he knows. I wondered if it was actually fishing for fish or fishing for men, because that’s what he did as a missionary.
I got to thinking about stories in my life. Growing up, my father and mother read stories to us. My mom even saved my favorite childhood storybook for me – Miss Sniff, about a black cat. I just discovered it was a Fuzzy Wuzzy book! The cover had a picture of the cat, which was fuzzy to feel. You can still feel the fuzz, because I managed to not rub it all off.
My father had quite the imagination, so he told us stories, but unfortunately, they were never recorded. Some were good, some not so good, but he filled our lives with his stories, as I recall. I can still remember parts of some. He told scary ones too.
I guess you could say I continued my love for stories throughout my life. My degree is in English. I had to read a lot of stories (classical literature, I mean) for that! I worked in libraries, both school and county, surrounded by stories, and I read a lot, including reading stories as part of my jobs. I read to my own children too, and like my mother, I saved their favorite storybooks for them.
Stories have been around since man was created. Stories were passed down from parents to children and shared with others at every opportunity. God gave us a book, the Bible, with 66 books filled with stories of mankind so that we would remember just how much He loves us, our Creator.
In Deuteronomy 11:19-20 God said, “You shall teach them to your children, speaking of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up. And you shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates,” (NKJV). The stories were written over a long period of time, by multiple authors, but they all tell the story of God’s people and how He loves each and every one of us. He wants us to remember all He’s done for us and will do.
So, hearing Nick’s cousin ask to hear “lions,” I got to thinking about my favorite Bible story. When I get to the end of my life, which Bible story would I want to hear read to me, assuming there’s time? I haven’t decided yet, but how about you? Which story would you want to hear? Just wondering . . .
Boo and Nick