I saw Toy Story 3 yesterday, I won’t lie, there were two parts in the movie that made me get a little weepy and emotional. I have heard from many other people that this has been their experience too. I felt like Rex from the movie, always a bit over emotional and extremely melodramatic. But as the movie began I felt myself get immediately wrapped up in the story, I was taken back to the first Toy Story, when Woody has an inferiority complex concerning Andy’s new toy, Buzz. Ultimately they had to work together to get into the car with Andy and then they became best friends. Then the sequel came out, and this time rather than Wood saving Buzz it was Buzz saving Woody from the crazy guy in the chicken suit.
I grew up with these characters, and yesterday I saw the door close on this franchise, a culmination of an amazing storyline with great characters had my heart thrown into a vice. And after the movie I sat there and thought about the power of story. These are cartoon characters, but beyond that talking toy cartoon characters. There is no way any of these stories could ever happen, could ever unfold, it is kind of like Twilight but with better actors and a more believable plot.
It got me thinking about how Jesus taught, he taught using stories, we call them parables, but he just used stories to convey truth to those around him. Now, how does that translate into our world? Short of us being around a campfire, making smores, with a long haired person playing acoustic guitar, we don’t tell stories. Or maybe we do but not in the same regard. We tell stories by the way we live our lives, we paint a picture for the world to see, whether that be on Facebook, Twitter, the Blogosphere, but mostly in real life, our stories are tangled up in who we are and how we live.
How are you living? What stories are people reading about you? On your Facebook? The emails you forward? Your attitude while driving? What story are you painting for the world to see?
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