The Storyteller – A sermon for Easter Day

The Storyteller

Sermon for Easter Day 2017


Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a storyteller.

He told beautiful but simple stories that touched the souls, warmed the hearts and sparked the imaginations of all who heard them.

He told his stories with wonderful words and a sharp wit.  He told his stories with a look of love and a gentle touch.  He told his stories with his actions so that sometimes it seemed as if his whole life were itself the truest kind of story.

His stories touched and transformed people. All sorts of people came to hear them.  He called them to come to him, he invited them to come closer…

‘Come to me, all you that are weary, come and rest a while.  Come to me and lay down your burdens, forget your worries, let go your sense of shame.  Come to me and listen…’

And as he told his stories it was like his words created something out of nothing; it was as if he made the whole world new again.  When he had finished speaking and people had finished drinking it all in, they went away refreshed.  People left walking taller, feeling freer, and knowing that they were OK.  Those who had come feeling left out or excluded, knew that they belonged.  Those who came feeling guilty, left knowing they were forgiven. Those who were wronged, went home feeling put right with the world.  And he did all with his words, and his gentle touch and a look of deep compassion.


But, as every storyteller knows, every story has a problem.  And the problem was that not everybody liked the storyteller’s stories… not everybody liked the storyteller.

His stories of a world turned upside down didn’t appeal to those who lived on the upside of the world.  They liked their place in the existing story.  They didn’t like stories that undermined their power and position.  They didn’t like their authority questioned.  So they authored a new plot line, based on betrayal, denial, and false accusations.  A plot that turned on violence and suffering and ended in death.

It turned the tale of the storyteller into a tragedy.  The storyteller’s enemies brought their plot to fruition and wrote their alternative ending.  And so it was that the storyteller died and there was nothing that those who loved his stories could do about it.

The End.



And yet, as in all the best stories, the storyteller’s story has an unexpected twist.  You see, as you probably all know, stories have a life of their own!

Those who had lived alongside the storyteller and all who had listened to and loved his stories found that the stories lived in them.  They found that they, too, could tell the stories; they, too, could bring a gentle touch and a look of love.  The stories were so vivid and brought such vitality that sometimes it was beyond doubt that the storyteller was telling the stories in person – even if they did not recognize him at first.

It would be wrong to say that they all lived happily ever after… true stories don’t usually resolve that way.  The storyteller being with them again was not a happy ending, it was a joyful beginning.  The story teller being alive did not mean that his betrayal, suffering and death never happened.  Rather, this was a whole new story being told within them and amongst them, it was the living words of the storyteller and his stories bringing a new creation into being.  No longer once upon a time, in land far way, but now and here, his story lives and works in us; the storyteller’s words and touch and compassion are at work in us.  For goodness is stronger than evil, love is stronger than hate, light is stronger than darkness, life is stronger than death.

The beginning. Alleluia! Amen.