wow. the story of God.

The greatest story ever. Retold by my brother and friend, Matt Papa. I hope you will take the time to watch it. This story involves you, whether you like it or not.

The Story of God

To God be the glory. Forever and ever. Amen.


not my chapter

I’ve never been one to flip to the end of the book and read the last chapter first. Frankly, those people aggravate me. I want to develop with the characters, struggle with them, love with them, and enjoy their experiences as they happen. There’s a nervous energy and anxiousness to see what unfolds next, but I never rush the story.

The plot may take an unexpected turn, but I turn with it, live it with the character, and even enjoy it.

For some reason, I don’t read my story that way. I have an overwhelming desire to become those readers I hate–flipping to the end, missing the beauty in the unknown, rushing the story.

I’m in a chapter of my life that has a huge mess of unknown.

Instead of living my chapter, I look to other ones. Other chapters in my life when things made sense. Other people’s chapters. I desire to be in a place that is not this one. Here and now, I hate this chapter. I desperately desire to be in another one.

But those other chapters are not mine. This is my story. This is my chapter.

The novel isn’t complete if I decide to skip this chapter. I won’t see how these current circumstances develop and shape the character. I won’t see chaos or lessons learned. I won’t allow for character stretching and growth.

Instead of enjoying it, I’m rushing it.

I’m flipping to the end when i should be playing my part in this chapter.

Because this chapter is mine . . . for now.