Some people love to tell their story. Others find it more than just a little difficult.
Much like a love story, it needs telling.
Lots of people know the story about the man who had a bunch of demons in him. Jesus sent them out into a herd of pigs. This guy must have been filthy, naked and living in tombs. The demons knew exactly who 'this guy' was and were, rightly, afraid. After having the demons removed, this man was ecstatic, wanted to follow Jesus. Who wouldn't? However, Jesus sent him back, back to the Gadarenes. They were the people who also asked or rather begged Jesus to leave. Isn't is just a teensy bit strange? You have this A-mazing guy who heals and you say, 'Yeah, leave as soon as possible, if not sooner'. What were they afraid of? You can surmise a bunch, the text doesn't say. What little bit that is often lost is the ending of that story.
Here is the best part. Jesus came back later. After the freed man had told his story, probably quite a few times. C'mon he had to have been so excited to be free, back to a normal, functioning man. Quite grateful, I would imagine, at the grace of being saved. When Jesus came back, the Gadarenes were ready to listen. They were excited to listen, even waiting for Him to come back. (Luke 8:26-40)
That my friend is why it is important to tell you story. No matter how simple or how awful the story is, its yours. It is your very own story of grace bestowed and shared with a grateful heart.
With that said....I'm planning on sharing my own soon!
