My wife and I watched Arabian Nights on Sci-Fi this past weekend. It reminded us of our desire to search out our story in the Bible and tell stories to each other. When we speak of biblical things, it is often in a story. However, we have not recently told stories to each other.

Last night, she told the story of a dancer emerging. We hummed the Nutcracker Suite and danced in the living room. We talked about how we could grow closer to God and enjoyed a nice stir-fry dinner.

There’s more to the story, of course, but it was a beautiful time. I’ve told old pirate stories and shared from a collection of short stories about my home. She has retold Patrick McManus stories and tales of braving the boundary waters in northern Minnesota. Recently, though, we have enjoyed telling stories once again.

Part of it is growing up with stories. Both of us did. My wife’s family did not watch TV, our family did, but our relatives told all kinds of tales. We look forward to passing on this part of both our heritages with our family.

I look forward to sharing more stories, especially those of our son. He is my parent’s revenge: he is stubborn like his old man.

For the near future, I’ll post the stories I wrote almost 15 years ago about my hometown (in an alternate universe.)