Book of Quotations: This Story is My Home

May 3, 2012

a boy in the forest


I love this photograph so much. It’s only a picture of my nephew and his stick at the edge of some woods. I think it is one of those pictures that reveals so much more than the sum of its parts: boy, stick, tree.

I look at this picture, and I see fairy tales. Knights with swords as alive as they are. Wickedness that must be sought out in dark forests. I see adventure stories. Those stories that make sleeping on a bed of leaves and cooking food over an open flame sound like heaven.

This photograph reminds me of all that I love about the very best stories: magic, beauty, goodness. Also, darkness, evil, confusion, until, finally, triumph and victory.

I think that I am a Christian because I believe these stories tell me something true about the world. They also tell me true things about myself and about other people.

I think that I will always be a Christian not because I will always believe exactly the same things, or because I have figured it all out, or even because my questions have all been answered. I think I will always be a Christian because the story of King Jesus is a story in which I can live. Within this story, I can move, and I can breathe.

In Still: Notes on a Mid-Faith Crisis, Lauren Winner shares her friend Julian’s memory of being confirmed as a twelve-year-old. A few days before the service, he panicked and told his father (who was also the minister) that he didn’t know if he believed all the right things and wondered if he could proclaim in front of the church that he was ready to believe them forever. Here is his father’s response:

What you promise when you are confirmed,” said Julian’s father, “is not that you will believe this forever. What you promise when you are confirmed is that that is the story you will wrestle with forever.”

Sometimes, faith is like a wrestling match. Like Jacob wrestling all through the dark night with God himself. Jacob always bore the scar of that struggle.

Sometimes, faith is like coming home. Abiding in a place that reveals something of who we truly are.

Faith is not saying, “I know this” and “I am sure of that.”

To have faith is to say, “This is the place where I live.”

Jesus said, “Live in me. Make your home in me just as I do in you.”

John 15:4 (The Message)



  1. mark

    Causes me to seriously appreciation that great pic of Tristan, his stick and the tree. What a delight to think on!

  2. mark


  3. Summer

    Hi Christie,
    It is the struggle, the wrestling. You are so right. And sometimes there is an exhilaration and sometimes a wounding that gives us both a limp and a new name.

  4. Angie Mabry-Nauta

    Amen, Christie! I think that you captured faith well…it is when we let go, not when we grasp and believe ourselves to have all of the answers forever, that we live the faith life well.


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