12/17/2022
A Plea: Giving Thought to a Biography's Significance
I suppose my father is the one I should thank for instilling in me such a love for biographies. In the evenings he would sit around the table after dinner and either read a story about some amazing hero of faith or a portion of scripture. It taught me from a young age, that each person has a story that God is weaving through the beautiful and sorrowful moments that make up their life. Their mistakes and triumphs; a story to observe and learn from. I distinctly remember hearing of the lives of Jim and Elisabeth Elliot, George Muller, William Bradford, Squanto and many more.
And then there was Mr. Bowers, my eleventh grade History teacher, who taught with such a contagious enthusiam and joy, that I could not help join in his love of translating history into the people and stories it was. I can still see his huge smile and lively gestures as he moved across the room reenacting the story of Lewis and Clark. It made me so enthralled, that I just had to go and discover more of their lives for myself.
Now that I am a mother, on a daily basis I will hear my little girl say to me, "Mom, tell me a story!" And I was exactly like her as a child. Often, on a Sunday afternoon, I would beg my mother or father to recount a true story from their childhood. Often I would be so persistent about it, that they could not leave the table till they had satiated my hungry appetite for rich stories. Maybe growing up in an oral culture produced this sense of wonder of the tales one can pass down through the tongue, or perhaps it is deeply rooted in all of humans. We must simply come to our senses and realize that story-telling is the way that God uses His creation to proclaim His goodness to the next generation.
I have been wanting to focus on a few of my favorite and most influential people through history. The stories of people who I have read and my soul has come awakened to and been riveted by. I took my studies at MBI in Spokane, WA. And it was there I took a Philosophy class, and was instructed to read Augustine's "Confessions". I read it cover to cover in one day, completely taken up in the life of this Church Father. The beautiful and poetic way he wrote of his life from infancy all the way to his adulthood beckoned my heart into his story. Saint Augustine's reenactment of his life was the catalyst that awoke my soul to God. All along my spirit had been beckoned by the One who created me, but it was not until the words of this man, written 600 years before my time, were read, that I truly grasped the saving grace of Jesus in my own life. As I read Saint Augustine's revival story, I too fell to my knees weeping, and on that worn Baldwin house carpet, as Saint Augustine fell to his knees weeping in his garden, our souls were for a brief moment in history, paralleled. In awe both of us there before the throne of Grace, the hands of our souls open wide to freely receive God's gift to us.
The way God can use one's story in the life of another is profound. It is truly the way He works. The Spirit works in and through one person, so that they can pass on the story of sanctification work in their life to another. That is why we need eachother, Christian. We need one another's experiences to grow spiritually. How generous of our God to allow us to be apart of this holy work that is happening within the soul. A mysterious process, as hidden as the forming of a baby in a mother's womb, or the wind blowing across a lake, hidden from sight but creating ripples on the water.
St. Augustine was just the beginning of my renewed love in biographies. There were still so many people on my horizon, coming into vision, to learn from. To name a few who I knew little to nothing about, except their names: Keith Green, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, and Rich Mullins. Something that comes along with a person's life story, is their life's work. And people such as Keith Green and Rich Mullins had left a rich legacy of music for us down in history to enjoy and learn from. Now I would love to dedicate a piece of my writings to each of these amazing souls, but I will have to for now, simply speak of their impact on me as a whole. It was the summer before my relationship with my future husband was about to start, and I was going on what I called a "sabbatical for my soul". I had convinced myself that I needed a break, from Spokane, from school, from all forms of life as I knew it, and I embarked on a journey across North America. This meant many hours in the car, and since I didn't have my driver's license yet, many hours to read in the backseat. As the words on the pages drew me into the stories of these men, and the lyrics of the songs they had written gave my soul melodies to sing, my soul began to awaken. Something burned within me as I read about Keith Green's conversion story. And I wept as I read the sermon Bonhoeffer gave to his fellow prisoners, days before he would be hung. Rich Mullin's music stirred the deep pot of sorrow in my heart and also kindled the small spark of joy hidden there as well.
I adjure you reader to go immerse yourself in the lives of these people. As a place to begin. Although they were flawed individuals and came from lives made up of drug overdoses, broken off engagements, and life's last days, destined to be lived from inside a prison cell, these people have life lessons to gather a basket full of wisdom from. So go. Read and know that you will become all the wiser as you seek to learn from stories lived down through history, by simple people like you and I. A hippy born in New York, an Indiana farmer's son, and a German theologian. Every life is a story weaved in and out of many other surrounding stories, created this way for us to learn and pull from the lives of others.
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