The Button

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This scripture popped up in my readings. “Consider how small a fire can set a huge forest ablaze. The tongue is also a fire.” James 3:5-6.

While I may not use my tongue to spread gossip or try to get others in trouble, God is still convicting me of abusing His gift of speech.

Whenever I am with friends or a group of people, the storyteller in me bursts out. I love sharing funny or interesting tales about myself, others, or some adventure. However, even though listeners have told me I am a wonderful storyteller, that is not a license to dominate the conversation.

I’ve tried several mantras to remind me to slow down and listen more, but I forget to use them.

The phrase button it finally came to mind. I slip a large button into my pocket before I go to any social gathering, even if it is only meeting a friend for tea or coffee. This subtle reminder to take a breath and let others speak has helped. With more practice, I’m sure I’ll find a healthy balance between telling stories and listening.

Lord, thank you for the gift of speech and storytelling. Help me use them wisely. Amen.

Are you a talker or a listener? 

  

 

The Power of Storytelling

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We all know the power a good storyteller holds over his or her audience, whether it is through the written word, through audio or live performance. The words enthrall us, holding us captive to the last word.

I recently read an amazing example of the power of storytelling. During WW II, the War Department called on John Steinbeck to help the war effort. Not by speeches or visiting the troops, but by writing a story. Yes, a story. He wrote, The Moon is Down, a story of a peaceful land invaded by an evil regime. The novel was printed by underground presses and delivered to Nazi occupied territories. It spread the good news the allies were coming and if the people imitated the characters in the novel, they could help secure their freedom. Imagine the impact that message had on those suffering under German brutality.

Stories have enriched my life, even before I could read the words myself. Some changed my life, made such an impact that I viewed the world differently, thought differently, felt different. Some lingered, staying with me long after I closed the book.

How about you? Have stories enriched or changed your life in some way?