ver the last few weeks Iíve come across a couple of long-running blogs that have really become encouraging places for me to visit. I hope to get to them over the next few days. Today, though, Iíd like to revisit the one that has been one of my favorites for some time: Donald Millerís blog.
A word about blogging: I really am surprised by how few people seem to do it. I think Iíve said that before, but itís still true. Most people blog about their families, of course, or their struggles with some certain difficulty in life: church work, adoption, or som other project. Many bloggers are sporadic at best. Miller, of course, has backed off on his own blog of late. Instead of new entries, he now often posts excerpts from his books. I wish I could solve my blogging problem that way,
A few weeks ago, Miller posted what could be one of the greatest passages heís ever written. Taken from Through Painted Deserts
, ďOne Story AloneĒ sums up so well so much of what Miller has said throughout his latter books. A sample:
Itís a living book, this life; it folds out in a million settings, cast with a billion beautiful characters, and it is almost over for you. It doesnít matter how old you are; it is coming to a close quickly and soon the credits will roll and all of your friends will fold out of your funeral and drive back to their homes in cold and still and silence. And they will make a fire and pour some wine and think about how you once were. . . and feel a kind of sickness at the idea you never again will be.
Sure, itís a sobering paragraph, but it says something good and true.
I find myself surrounded by story, even though I too often feel like the Coupland character who feels like the story part of his life is over. Iím talking to my juniors this week about the biblical story, hoping to give them a fresh handle on a narrative that has either lost or never had much ďoomphĒ for them. Then this Friday Iíll be talking to the seniors about the importance of ending their high school story well. Story is everywhere, and every story finds some way into the story that God is telling. ďWe get one story, you and I, and one story alone,Ē Miller reminds us.
You can read the rest of Millerís thoughts here