The Christmas story as story tool

Writers and storytellers of all kinds are encouraged to take deep looks at existing successful works. If you’re a screenwriter, you’re encouraged to watch critically and commercially successful movies and read scripts, scripts and more scripts. If you’re a novelist, you’re encouraged to read bestsellers in your genre and literary fiction. “How to” books by writing gurus are packed with respected examples.

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As a writer/teller of true stories from my life I watch live stories on comedy stages and festivals, listen to recorded stories at themoth.org and This American Life and read memoirs, biographies and blogs. I do all this in hopes of becoming the absolute best teller of true-life tales I can be.

As Christmas approached, it occurred to me that there was a story I hadn’t considered as a major example. The story isn’t a first person account, but told by a man named Luke from eyewitness accounts. Yet it is still one of the most widely read true-life narratives: read by millions every year, produced on stages large and small and captured on film. I’m talking about Luke’s version of the birth of Jesus.

“What on earth can my life possibly have in common with the miraculous birth of the savior with its angelic announcements and wise men bearing gifts?” you ask. Here are some thoughts that might help jog your memory.

Jesus was born in Bethlehem, not Nazareth where his parents lived, because of a government census. Were you born in a location somehow different than might be expected?

Though Jesus was wrapped in the normal swaddling clothes, his first bed was an animal trough because the local inn was already full of travelers. Were unusual accommodations a part of your birth because of some special case?

Angels announced the birth of Jesus, the savior, to shepherds in fields close by. How was your birth announced to family, friends, coworkers? Was a formal announcement mailed? What was special about you? Were you the firstborn, unexpected blessing after years of trying, special in some way? While there is only one savior of the world, what hopes and reams did your parents and others hold for you before you were old enough to be able to have hopes and dreams of your own? Who came to see you because they got the word of your birth?

Heavenly hosts appeared with the angels praising God. What words of rejoicing were spoken about you?

What is missing from this account that is frequently a part of this story? Wise men, who came to worship, bringing extravagant gifts of gold, incense and myrrh. What gifts were presented to your parents at, or shortly after, your birth? The wise men’s gifts enable toe family to flee to Egypt until Herod stopped looking for the child. Were any of the gifts given to you specially made for or tailored to you in any way?

This Christmas season as you hear the story of Jesus’ birth, remember your own story as well. What were hopes and dreams for you then. What are your hopes and dreams today? If you took my book recommendation and obtained Epic: The Story God is Telling, how are you a part of God’s larger story today? Yes, friend, our lives really are epic!

Luke and the eyewitness report

We true-life storytellers are likely to hit a snag at some point for any number of reasons. Maybe events of the story we want to tell happened very long ago. Mimi Beardsley Alford wrote Once Upon a Secret, about her 18-month affair as a White House intern with John F. Kennedy fifty years later.

I can see the LIGHT ©iStockphoto.com/NKND200

I can see the LIGHT ©iStockphoto.com/NKND200

Possibly a story we want to tell involves an injury or illness that left us with memory gaps because we were highly medicated or unconscious for a period. Dr. Eben Alexander supports the account of his NDE in Proof of Heaven with the experience of family members while he was comatose.

Perhaps we were absent for some reason at the time the event(s) that impacted our life occurred. Pulitzer Prize-winning writer Lucinda Franks shares her discovery that her father had been a World War II spy after Alzheimer’s struck him in My Father’s Secret War: A Memoir.

Can you tell true stories despite having no, few or time-impaired memories of the events as they actually occurred? Can stories plagued by these be deemed reliable? While there may be a million reasons to affirm such stories, one man stands out this Christmas season as a prime example.

Among the earliest, and certainly among the most credible of true-life tale tellers, is Luke. Luke is thought by many early and church historians to be the author of two New Testament books of the Bible, Luke and Acts. In the second chapter of Luke, he tells what is many people’s favorite version of the birth of Jesus. Was Luke there for the event? No. He found out about it based on careful investigation of eyewitness accounts. Was Luke’s version accepted? It must have been because he mentions it at the beginning of his second book, Acts. (What a great example of first century book marketing!!!) And, maybe even more important, the gospel of Luke remains widely accepted today as one of the sixty-six books of the Bible.

If memory of events is absent or “iffy” because of time, incapacitation or absence, we can take inspiration from Luke. We can look into the events through the eyes of those who were there like family, friends, neighbors.

I inadvertently tested this out recently. In November, we celebrated the 50th anniversary of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. Practically everyone who was alive on that horrific day remembers where they were when they heard the horrifying news that the president had been shot in Dallas.

As I finished watching As It Happened: JFK 50 Years on TV, I posted on Facebook that when I heard the news, I was in Mrs. Whittington’s 6th grade classroom at Oaklawn Elementary and asked others if they were alive then if they remembered where they were. The response was larger than normal and included comments by others that were in my class.

One friend messaged me to remind me that our basement room had no loud speaker, so the information was delivered live. Another messaged me asking if I remembered going to her birthday party at her home that night. While I remember the party and a photo taken at it, I don’t in any way connect the party with Kennedy’s death.

Because of that Facebook post, I now have new details based on the eyewitness experience of others that enrich my memory of that day. Reach out to eyewitness to fill out your stories!