This is not the end. This journey is only beginning. Some have talked it out, some have begun to walk it out, and some are still trying to figure out their laundry list of unanswered questions. But no matter where we are on the journey there comes a point when we must ask ourselves, what’s our story?

As we come to the end of this series, let us use one of the greatest tools we have in understanding who we are and who we desire to be: reflection. The beginning of our story has come to pass, and the end of our story has yet to be, so let us reflect upon the place where we now stand: smack dab in the middle of a most brilliant tale.

And let us admit that the journey of faith is not a task easily endured for the journey often requires more of us than we are sometimes willing to give. But the journey itself- the ups and downs and in-betweens- are worth every moment of frustration, heartache, and growing pain. And let us put aside all the things we don’t know and reflect upon all that we do know:

Our journey has a starting point. It begins by recognizing we have a living problem. Sin is the root; forgiveness is free. But there exists One we can trust to save us. There exists One who came to love us. And His love is not a list of rules but protection from harm and heartache. His name is Jesus.

We can experience this love through unmerited and undeserved favour upon our life. Obedience is freedom. Our faith in Him that which carries us through the trials and triumphs of life. It is an epic story… one we are invited to be a part of with our name penned upon the pages.

The salvation of God’s people, and the greatest story ever told, began with a Saviour named Jesus. And when the world has faded away and all that we know has come to pass, it will end with a Saviour names Jesus. He is the beginning and the end. The Alpha and Omega. And He greatly desires to write our story in order to fulfill the greatest of plans and purposes for our life.

He was supreme in the beginning and—leading the resurrection parade—he is supreme in the end. From beginning to end he’s there, towering far above everything, everyone. So spacious is he, so roomy, that everything of God finds its proper place in him without crowding. Not only that, but all the broken and dislocated pieces of the universe—people and things, animals and atoms—get properly fixed and fit together in vibrant harmonies, all because of his death, his blood that poured down from the cross.
Colossians 1:18-20, (The Message)

So, no, this isn’t the end but only the beginning. Let us keep talking. Let us keep walking. Let us keep asking the questions we may never find the answers to. And above all else, let us share our stories with the world that’s hungry to hear them.

Father, thank you for all you have done. Thank you for all you are doing. From beginning to end you are there never to leave nor forsake us. Day by day, moment by moment, keep writing my story for your glory and not my own. In Jesus name, amen.