He was a natural born story teller. He came from a long line of them. It was the way history was passed from generation to generation. It was how the One true God of Israel was kept alive – by the spoken word.

Mary undoubtedly was a story teller as well – instilling this ability in her Son as He grew from a small child into a young man.  I can imagine Jesus sitting on her knee as a small boy, listening to the adventures of Joshua, Elijah and Moses. Each of those stories were presented to the young so they would eventually pass them on to their sons and daughters. What a precious gift they were carrying on for descendants to come.

When Jesus began His ministry, the world was dominated by Roman rule and culture. Foreign gods were everywhere along with differing opinions on the Holy Scriptures which had been passed down over time. Jesus often used parables – or stories which pertained to things most people would understand, but with a heavenly meaning that could be applied.

Where ever He traveled, people came to see His miracles, but more importantly to hear His stories. He spoke about farmers, servants, the rich and poor, family situations, opposition to enemies, submitting to the governing bodies, charity, love, peace, wealth, position, marriage, contentment, hope and sin. The message of sin was something they didn’t want to hear. No one likes to be reminded of bad behavior, but it was a necessary message – one that would lead to His promise of salvation. Without knowing the cost of sin, there would’ve been no need for this Savior.

All of His life, Jesus saw the difficulties of every day living. People lived in squalor. Life was endured day by day, with very little to sustain them. He saw the injustices of the governing officials – the changes that occurred in the temple square as merchants sold their wares – the use of ritual becoming more tradition than God’s requirement. He saw the effects of demonic possession, the sins of adultery, lust, theft, murder, betrayal and denial. He was surrounded by every deadly arrow Satan had in his quiver.

All His stories had a meaning, but His own story was the best one of all. He was fulfilling every prophesy written about Him in the Scriptures. He was the promised Messiah, the Son of God and man, the suffering blameless lamb who took the sins of the world to the grave. The final chapter shows us His victory over death when he rose again on the third day. In the end, He won and because of that, we win too.

What a beautiful love story!


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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