I enjoy stories as much as the next guy. (Or maybe more, never know.) People fascinate me, even the fictional ones, and I want to know them and their stories, and see what’s going to happen. But sadly, not all authors write worth my time. Much as I don’t like it, this means giving up stories, but in their place I’ll choose good stories.
The good stories help me grow. They help me love God and other people. They teach me to think and feel more deeply. They do not fill my mind with filth or violate my knowledge of decency or beauty. They increase my wisdom.
The good stories are not concerned with being popular. If every cool kid in the country has raved over it, I’ll likely be better off not bothering with it. Contemporary culture is stagnant and obsessed with everything that leaves it just that way. I’ll take the stories that can stand on their own, that transcend time and place–the ones that live on.
The good stories imitate the best story, God’s story. This one story outshines all others. Begun around six thousand years ago and still being told in each of our lives, this story unfolds as the grandest masterpiece ever created. This story tales of darkness, all while shining light brighter than the darkest dark. It chronicles people struggling, winning, feeling, giving up, losing, holding on. It offers hope and promises that hope does not disappoint. It showcases God. These are the kind of stories I want.
The good stories are nothing to be ashamed of. These stories enrich my life and honor the One who made stories in the first place. So I don’t care what people think, I just want the good stories.
It’s time to leave behind the stories that don’t measure up and find the good ones. Take those and savor them. The good stories are worth our time.
“Protested that he never read novels”
(Yes, it’s Mr. Collins. You’re welcome. No, I don’t agree with him.)