(if you can’t see the above video watch it HERE)
and a song from my iTunes library
On its own this video is very unremarkable. The frame is all wrong. The quality is poor. I’m filming with the phone sticking out of my shirt pocket as I drive.
A professional or even someone who makes videos as a hobby would have captured, edited, and produced something much better than I did. But if I had contracted someone to make this video then it wouldn’t have been mine. It wouldn’t have been my story.
There will always be someone better than you. Everywhere I go I find better worship leaders, better musicians, and better artists than myself. This isn’t self deprecation, it’s just the truth and I’m ok with it. But imagine if I allowed that to affect me so much that I stopped creating my art? Stopped leading worship? Or stopped telling my story? I would be in danger of hiding God from others. If God’s fingerprints are all over my life (which I believe they are, and yours too) and I neglect to share my story or my art with the world then what witness would I have?
Tell the God story that is in you
Tell it to everyone and anyone that will listen
Tell it with your personality, with your gifts
Tell it through your actions, tell it through your words
Tell it through your songs, your paintings, your photos, your videos, your anything and everything
Because His fingerprints are on you, and He has given you a story to tell
My story that goes along with this video is from August 12, 2012 and I will never forget that night now for as long as I live. My family threw me a belated birthday party. What started out as pulling out photo albums to compare my Dad’s gray hair level to mine at age 27 (I have more gray hair) turned into my brothers, my Dad and I telling our wives the stories that went along with the pictures in those albums.
Pictures of me as a chubby 1 year old in Germany – The story of a young family following the call of God to a country they didn’t know to serve people and tell them the God story.
Pictures of 2 small premature babies in incubators – The story of my twin brothers, clinging to new life, sustained by the one who created them, covered in the prayers of hundreds if not thousands. A new brother reaches in to touch them, the beginning of an amazing friendship. They are the miracle babies. The babies who survived in a body that was simultaneously battling cancer. The babies that gave a stranger, a mother in Sweden, hope for her own unborn twins coming into the world with the same odds against them. They were with me to tell the story.
Pictures of me imitating my Dad as he plays the bass – The story of a boy who would grow up to tell the God story through music. The story of a father who in the midst of the chaos and the uncertainty of a wife with cancer and two premature babies clinging to life took the time to be with his eldest son and share with him a moment of joy. A God moment.
Pictures of a 3 year old me grinning from ear to ear wearing Mom’s wig – The story of a boy who loved his mother with all his heart. The story of a mother who was strong for her family. The story of a God who sustained life in a brittle body for much longer than any doctor would have believed possible so that she could build into her sons what it means to trust God in any circumstance. The story that continues today where Mom is in heaven and I am here with a story to tell.
The video is what I captured on our way home from that night. Lights in the sky. Lights on the road. Lights in the buildings. Lights that to me in that very moment reminded me that the God story is all around us.
God has given you a story to tell. You will be faced with moments in your life when you want to shy away from it. You will feel like you should maybe just leave it to the “professionals” or the “experts”. But it is your story.
There is a God story inside of you that needs to be told.
what is your story?