The Gospel of John ends with one of my favorite sentences: But there are also many other things that Jesus did; if every one of them were written down, I suppose that the world itself could not contain the books that would be written. (John 21: 25)
How many stories are there from Bethlehem birth to Ascension? Millions upon millions, I suppose. One person meets another and their life stories unite, ever so briefly or over many decades. Jesus the man of Nazareth touched so many, Christ the Son so many more when the Spirit moves over the face of creation. There isn’t a single story in creation untouched by Christ because all things came to be through him. The Book of Life contains the world: how could the world contain it?
But my story is smaller. Smaller, but connected to so many other stories. The lives of friends and strangers are in the book of my life, and my life is in theirs. I doubt there’s a person alive today whose life isn’t connected to mine through these life stories. Yours included. It’s just a matter of finding the right page in the Book of Life.
In a God created and Spirit sustained world, how could it be otherwise?