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I have a rather fanciful view of how stories come to us. I imagine the stories roaming the earth on the wind, seeking a heart with ears to hear their whisper.  When they find that heart, they break their silence, and pour out the story they’ve kept hidden for centuries.  Sometimes they speak a song or symphony, other times a poem or novel.  The storyteller has but to listen, and he or she will be swept away into the tale’s river-like flow.

That is the work of the Spirit of God – for do you really think He left once the Word came forth?  Of course not.  His mission is to go before and behind the Word – Jesus Christ – and bring everything back to God…

In the antediluvian world, the Truth of God quickly diverged into myriads of myths and legends.  Our stories spoke of great heroes, usually the sons of gods, who were given virtually impossible tasks to overcome. These stories did not seek God, but seem to spit in His face with their unbelief. 

But He is not far from each one of us, no matter the state of our heart.  God determined and appointed these stories so we might seek Him.  Israel knew what to look for in the Messiah, as God had chosen them as His Own.  The gentiles, however, had chosen to “exchange the truth for a lie.”  In His mercy, God allowed their stories to presage His Son so that when He came, they would recognize Him…