The “old people” did the talking, and the kids listened. The older people told about what they had done and seen.. They spoke of hard times and good times. They told of experiences on the ranch, on the farm, on the road. They told funny stories. Their stories kept us spell-bound. Surely some of those stories were embellished, .but as kids, we loved these times. I would sit at my daddy’s feet and “egg him on” with, “Daddy, tell them about the time…….”
He was a master story teller and I reveled in his tales. Dad is gone now, but thanks to my brother, many of these stories with Dad’s voice is on tape. It is like having him around the circle again and I am a child, listening, saying, “Tell it again, Daddy.”
Many of us grew up hearing about Jesus. We heard of His coming in Old Testament books, that a Savior is promised. “Look for Him to be born in the city of David. He will redeem His people.” We were told of His birth in the account of Luke. We read about His miracles and His parables in the gospels. We read of His suffering and His dying. We read of His resurrection and how He ascended. We are told that He is coming again We never tire of this precious “story.”
Preachers preach.They tell us God’s laws. Sometimes a preacher may read a poem or express his opinion, but, Preacher, tell me again about Jesus, Over and Over and Over again.