Steve Hartman “TELL YOUR STORY”
A reporter once stood before a large map of America. He threw a dart over his shoulder. Wherever it landed, he traveled there.
Once he arrived, he opened a phone book, closed his eyes, pointed to a name, and knocked on that person’s door.
He would ask a simple question:
“Would you tell me your story?”
Time after time he discovered something amazing — every person had a story worth telling.
A 10-year-old boy who once arrived at the hospital alone for heart surgery is now celebrating his birthday surrounded by family after the doctor who cared for him stepped in to change his life. Steve Hartman is On the Road in Omaha, Nebraska.
Some stories were joyful.
Some were heartbreaking.
Some were full of hope.
Others were filled with struggle.
But every story mattered. Psalm 139 reminds us that God already knows every chapter of our story. Psalm 139:1-24 (KJV)
1 O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known me.
2 Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.
3 Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.
4 For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether.
5 Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.
7 Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
8 If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.
9 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
10 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.
12 Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.
13 For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.
14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
15 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.
17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.
19 Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.
20 For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain.
21 Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?
22 I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:
24 And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
Paul Harvey once told the story of a man who spent his life building wealth.
At the end of his life he said:
“I spent my whole life preparing to live… but never prepared to die.” We discover we are chosen, redeemed, and destined for eternity.
And here we stand At the Crossroads of Faith and Hope – Building Lives for Eternity.
