the beginnings and endings
of stories



In the past 24 hours I've gotten to know better the beginning of one story and the ending of another. The first story is my coworker's sweet 8 month old daughter, a true wordless wonder. The other story is Bill Stuntz, a wise professor I never knew personally, but whose words have colored in for me the story of beauty and grace I find myself a part of. Bill Stuntz spent his life improving and transforming criminal law and justice through scholarship and teaching, living his story "with a vision of mercy and compassion." Today at his memorial service it was, is, overwhelming to believe in the big story where longing and remembering and forgiveness become fused. What a story. My faith in Christ's forgiveness is not a moral or ethic code, but a story. A myth become fact, a love song.

In addition to Romans 8 and Job 14, the memorial service remembered this verse in Micah.

6:8 "He has told you, O man, what is good;
   and what does the LORD require of you
but to do justice, and to love kindness,
   and to walk humbly with your God?"