Parable People: Aaron’s Story 1

Whilst thinking about my Friday morning posts for the next couple of weeks I have decided to serialise the taster for my series God’s People.

This little book is different to the rest of the books in the series in that they come from the stories Jesus told to the people who followed him.

Are these stories relevant to us today?

Parable People takes two parables and looks at them from the view point of people who lived them. Both of them have been linked to 21st century incidents (as indeed all the books in the series are).

The first one is Aaron’s story and the second one is Jonas’ story. Who are Aaron and Jonas? Follow the series and find out for yourself!

I hope you enjoy these imaginative accounts of Scripture stories and pray that, perhaps, as you read them, you may encounter Jesus Christ in a fresh way.

Here is the first instalment

Aaron’s Story

I stand outside the up-market office block, my nerves jangling, my heart pounding, every instinct screaming “Run!”

My mind goes back to a night two years ago when I had the same feeling as I joined the queue outside a very different building on a winter’s night. I had never felt so uncomfortable. It was not a place I wanted to visit, but the night was so cold and I was desperate. I had not eaten for three days. The bins in the suburbs offered poor pickings and I had little experience and no network to help me find food that way. It was the gangs who ate from the bins.

So the soup kitchen was a last resort, and as I queued for a hot meal, shuffling forward step by step, I thought about my journey to this place.

I grew up in a wealthy area, spoilt by parents who gave my brother and me every advantage.  So it was a shock when I began to work in the family business and found myself at the bottom of the ladder. My father seemed blind to my potential and insisted I gain experience in every department.

In the end we had a row and I walked out.

I had money of my own but I realise now how naïve I was. I made some bad investments until my funds ran out. My pride would not permit me to ask my family for help.

So there I was, scuffling along to the front of the queue. I took the bowl of hot soup and the plate of bread from the lady behind the table. As I glanced at her I saw her eyes brimming with tears. I watched her as I blew on my soup. She smiled and spoke to everyone. Some replied, but others just looked down at their food.

That soup was the best food I had ever eaten. We ate in silence, reluctant to connect with one another. When everyone had been served the lady put down her ladle, picked up a dog-eared book from the table behind her, and walked to the front of the room.

“My name is Agnes. You’re welcome here tonight,” she said. The smile in her voice was reflected in her sparkling eyes.

“While you eat, I have a story for you. It may be familiar to some of you because it’s in the Bible. It’s a story Jesus told. But this is not a Bible, and I want to read a slightly different version of the story to you. This is Aaron’s story.”

Agnes smiled at us again, as she opened the book and then began to read

I tried to switch off. I didn’t want to hear a Bible story. But somehow I found myself captivated by the gentle rhythm of Agnes’ voice.

 

 

About Mandy Hackland

My love in life is to encourage others to deepen their relationship with God. I write devotional material, stories and small group studies with that in mind. I live in South Africa and also love spending time in the bush, bird watching and walking. I do live in the city but make the most of the green spaces that surround me.
This entry was posted in Abundant Life, Christian Living, Christian meditation, God's People and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s