I was reading a story, well a novel. And as all novels have to go, it suddenly got tough for the hero. Real TOUGH. He was going to die! But of course, he couldn't, I had covered only half the book! Well some novels have their hero dying, but, it has to happen only in the end. Its all about the hero, right?
So there I found myself quite gripped by the turn of events but telling myself that hero was going to live after all. And he did. It was a story, yes, just a story, which couldn't end wrong. Which takes me to another story.
I've been kicking around for twenty two years in this world. Ain't much, I know. But I've seen a couple of stories. Stories from close quarters. Maybe you can say I even played a guest role in them. Stories. Stories, which couldn't end wrong. It got bad. It got worse. Sometimes there seemed to be absolutely no way out. Given the chance, I'd still change the plot sometimes. But, well, they were stories. Real. Lives. Which. Couldn't. Go. Wrong.
The story of my grandmother who I never met, you could say, ended. And ended wrong. A woman dying leaving four children with nothing is a wrong ending after all. What else can it be? But, well, after 39 years, I'm having some doubts. If you think I still believe it ended wrong, I've got a clue for you. No! It could have ended better, but I can't say it ended wrong.
With Jesus as the hero of your story, your own story, the story of your life, your very own story, you have a story, a story which simply can't end wrong.
