Have you ever heard someone tell the story about their life and it change yours forever?
How does the power of the narrative occur? Is it the story? Is it the words weaved together to create a tapestry of feelings and actions, people and of places?
Or is the power in the action of telling? The releasing of memories into the universe setting them free – releasing the story teller from the emotional bondage the narrative holds on them.
Forgive how you have forgiven others….
The woman at the well didn’t have to tell her story. Jesus knew it – knew her. In fact her whole village probably did too. You know small towns, where people gather at the well, the parking lot, the kid’s soccer field and talk about others. There was a reason she was at the well during midday – not in the morning when the rest of the women of the village go to gather their water for the day. They knew her story. She knew they knew her story and she felt shame.
In that shame this woman has the courage to speak her narrative. To release her truth to the universe – to Jesus. He acknowledges this by saying, “What you have said is true!”.
In this encounter the woman is forever changed. Her voice has been freed and she goes to tell the people of the village what had occurred.
I believe this is what happens in the rooms. People are free to share their narrative without judgement or back talk. They release their memories into the universe loosening the emotional ties these memories have on their hearts. They do not speak for the benefit of those in the rooms, but for themselves. In each telling the story-teller feels freer, lighter.
The memories the secrets are no longer hidden in the darkness. They are uncovered, letting the light of love and forgiveness shower upon them.
The people who walked in darkness
have seen a great light;
those who lived in a land of deep darkness—
on them light has shined. Isaiah 9:2
The narrative is forgiveness of self. In the telling, the narrator reveals their darkness to the healing light.
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that” MLK