stories… they’re not something that we outright accept as truth because, like I was talking about yesterday, they don’t fit into the enlightenment/emperical way of thinking.

I’ve come to think that stories can be more truthful than facts. sometimes you ask a question that can be answered with two words but you’ll get a story in response and that story does a better job of answering that question than *any* two words could have. I like a decisive answer. I like it when you answer my question exactly and concisely – my brain knows what to do with facts. but tonight, I was reminded that facts aren’t always the best answers.

Jesus taught in parables… always, says Matthew 13:34. anytime he had some truth to communicate to the crowds, to the pharisees, to the disciples, he spoke in stories. stories can circumvent the guard of intellect, and so speak a more whole, a more complete truth to the heart. by conveying truth in stories, Jesus was engaging whole selves rather than just intellects or just emotions.

anyway, food for thought. it’s late and I’m driving 9 hours tomorrow (mom’s birthday is Friday the 16th, so I’m going to surprise her by showing up in PA Friday morning). in other news, the water works fine once again. that said, g’night and peace out.