There I was, sitting happily reading in our car in a lovely picnic area right on Shelly Beach at Port Macquarie. The scene before me was so ‘Aussie’—golden beach nearby, waves crashing on rocks, a lone swimmer in the water, blue/grey sky above, birds twittering, coffee available not far away. I felt so privileged to have the time to sit reading, having just attended a busy writers’ conference where we talked often about what we are currently writing. Many present hoped to get their books out there in 2023—but would it all be worth it?
I looked then at the book I had just begun reading again—an old Ellis Peters ‘mediaeval whodunnit’, The Hermit of Eyton Forest, published back in 1987 and just the sort of novel I enjoy for light reading. Then came one of those wonderful light-bulb moments that seem to pop up from nowhere, as I saw again the power of story to entertain over and over again, to inform, to generate understanding, to endure down through the generations. My Ellis Peters book was published 35 years ago. Yet here I was in 2022, enjoying reading it for a second time. But then as I glanced again at the first page of the book, I saw the story was actually set in western England in the year 1142—only a mere 1080 years ago! Yet this story is still entertaining and intriguing today for this reader at least, sitting in such an Aussie setting so many years later.
Not long after, my husband returned from a walk to tell me about some people he had met. They had told him a story about someone called Harry Thompson, an artist who had lived in a van there beside the beach for forty years, until 2000. They pointed to various plaques erected nearby that tell Harry’s story—how he and his wife set out to travel around Australia but never got any further than Shelly Beach, Port Macquarie, because they loved it so much. Harry became a local celebrity, and a wooden statue has been erected there in his honour (see photo). What a story—and one, I sensed, that could well tend to grow over the years in the telling.
Yes, I realised again, stories are powerful. Who knows where or how long they will circulate and how often people will retell or reread them? Perhaps that is one reason Jesus himself chose to tell parables, which are simply stories that teach a deeper moral or spiritual lesson. In fact, Jesus once explained to his disciples why he did this:
“You’ve been given insight into God’s kingdom. You know how it works. Not everybody has this gift, this insight; it hasn’t been given to them. Whenever someone has a ready heart for this, the insights and understandings flow freely. But if there is no readiness, any trace of receptivity soon disappears. That’s why I tell stories: to create readiness, to nudge the people toward a welcome awakening. In their present state they can stare till doomsday and not see it, listen till they’re blue in the face and not get it. Matthew 13:11-15 The Message
Stories can be so powerful and life-giving—especially those God-stories. May we tell and re-tell our own often and with great joy.