The Christmas story was a story where genius of the greatest sort collided with love of an infinite kind and scripted a story that was magnificently played out in the lives of terribly ordinary people. And is God not waiting to write just such stories for us and in us?

If you tell me that I have to write the story of my life, I would be very quick to tell you that God has already written it. What I have to do is to quit playing editor.

If I choose to take the pen from God and write the story of my life without Him, I better have plenty of erasers and a whole lot of white-out. Better yet, I should invest in a good shredder.

What would behoove me to instantly declare God not to be God unless He followed my script in some tediously exacting manner? I must confess that I am less likely to believe that it’s a matter of some narcissistic demand that I freely pen my own script. Rather, I think it’s fear that I’m too inadequate to follow God’s.

The Christmas story is penmanship of the most brilliant sort, where God crafted a beginning that would never be subject to an ending.

It’s not so much about writing the story of Christmas itself, as ingenious as it is. In reality, it’s much more about writing the story of Christmas into the story of life so that it will become the story of life.

To tell ourselves that we can’t change the story of our lives is to errantly assume that we are nothing more than the characters in it verses being the authors of it.

If I am the main character in my story, the script will be palpably shallow and the character development will be anything but compelling.

The main character in the story of our lives should be those who share the story of their life with us. For the compilation of multiple stories shared over the span of one life combine to make the greatest story of any life.