Pastor Kris' Blog

Pastor Kris' Blog

 Young Storytellers

I couldn’t help her with the math problem she was working on because I just didn’t “get it.” It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but she was six. I sighed a sigh of relief when we were able to get past the kindergarten math problems and on to the part of our time together that included a car ride where we could tell our stories and remember the times we had spent together in the past. Maybe I can’t do kindergarten math, but I CAN tell stories!  

“Wasn’t it fun that summer when I buried you in the sand pile at grandma’s house and then when you got out I had to rinse you off with the garden hose before you could go inside?!” “Oh yeah, I remember that, we had so much fun!”
 
“Remember when we played in the snow with your puppy and he was eating the snowballs and then we had hot chocolate?” “Yes, and then we snuggled up on the couch to watch Hannah Montana – your favorite!” “Oh yeah! That was fun!”
           
It was a chain reaction, starting with one story of a memory together which reminded us of another which reminded us of another and another… Finally, we fell quiet and after a pause, she broke the silence, “Kris?” “Yes, Destiny?” “I love you.” “I love you too.” “Do you know why?” “No, why?” “Because we have good stories to tell.” “Yes, yes we do.”
 
Our car ride was only fifteen minutes long, but it left me grateful for the stories I could share with one of my nieces about what it means to be family and to love and cherish our relationships. It also left me wondering what stories we are creating and passing on to our children. Not just our individual or family stories, but also the larger stories.  What stories are we, as a society, passing on? What are we teaching our kids by how we live?
 
A significant part of my identity is formed by the stories I was told as a child by the community of faith. I had a team of Sunday School teachers and youth leaders who taught me stories that helped me to learn the importance of forgiveness, how to treat my neighbor, and how God could be with me even when I couldn’t see God. I am keenly aware that my passion for social justice, my desire to care for the earth, and my vocation as a teacher and pastor are all dependent upon the Bible stories I learned from the community growing up. 
 
So I worry a bit about the stories I hear us telling the next generation of storytellers. What does it mean that we have to keep building prisons to house all the “bad” people? How are the stories of our faith passed on when sports games replace Sunday School? What values do we pass on when we fill landfills to overflowing with plastics and used electronics? Who will tell the stories that create a faith-based identity if we continue to struggle to find Sunday school teachers or youth leaders? What stories can we really create together when our interactions are limited to text messages and Facebook posts? 
 
I know there are no easy answers to the questions. Yet, I can’t help but think that we have a very precious natural resource in our midst in this next generation of storytellers.,  I worry about what stories we will pass on and what identities will be formed by those stories because if we do not care for this resource better than we have many of our other natural resources; we may find that storytellers will become the next endangered species. 
 
Questions for reflection (so we can learn from each other):
What stories have formed you?
Who taught you the stories of faith?
How are you passing on key stories to the next generation?
 

 

 

 

 
 


  • A Note From Kris

    The Soul's Playground
    I consider myself a seeker; someone who is always looking to find a different way of living - a way that moves into a deeper creative spirit and welcomes the things that offer a larger picture of the Holy One.  I can't help but ask a lot of questions and look for the fun and creative places in life.

    In looking for something different in the world and in our lives, it seems that some days are meant for climbing trees and sitting in reflection while other days are made for playing in the sandbox with friends.

    Here you will find my questions, my reflections, my greatest hopes - for our community, for the church and for the world.  Often, I'll share one of the "soul collages" made while playing in my art room as an image of where God is speaking in my life.  I hope that this space will be a place where we can share our tree-sitting reflections and our sandbox conversations.  And, I pray that through the community gathered here, our souls will find the playground they need to connect to the creative spirit of God.