My Story

Everyone wants the story of their lives to be a good one. To live a life that ends with richness and meaning—to be a story worth telling. I used to think that one day I would write a book about my life. Even in the confusion of my youth, I still had some expectation that all the rough and ragged strands of my life would be neatly bundled up with meaning at the end.

Now I see my life as something overlaid.

Have you ever seen a really nice atlas, or detail of the human body, where multiple transparencies are used to impart increasing information and detail? This is Christ’s work in me. My life, the drawing on plain paper, is unspectacular. It is what it is.

But Christ is at work in me. In Him I am overlaid with increasing beauty, complexity and meaning. True, I am hidden where He is revealed, but somehow this becomes the better way. I have no more desire to tell my story, only My Story in Him. It is the story of wood overlaid with gold, and I am grateful.

Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God?
1 Corinthians 6:19

Bezalel made the ark of acacia wood—two and a half cubits long, a cubit and a half wide, and a cubit and a half high. He overlaid it with pure gold, both inside and out, and made a gold molding around it.
Exodus 37:1-2

Overlay:
· a layer of decorative material applied over a surface
· a protective covering
· a concurrency or overlap
· something put on top of something else, as a pattern over a piece of material
· in programming, when once process or program replaces itself with the code of another