One Another Ministry
Telling Your Story
Everybody enjoys a good story
It is in the telling and listening to a good story that we relate to
"One Another"


Each and everyone of us has a story to tell
Each of us has an unique story
It tells who we are
                  From where we came
                                       And to where we travel
It illuminates all of our interactions and relationships along the way

For those who are followers of Jesus
Your unique story is actually part of a larger common story
God's Story

Telling your story moves it
from simply being a human story
to being part of a Divine Story

At one Another Ministry we believe that through telling our faith story
others are built up, edified and encouraged

We encourage you to share your story to the glory of God and the building up of
"One Another"

Please send us your story that it might encourage others

We will edit your story to ensure your confidentiality, but we will not edit your content
We will post your story to our 'Others' Stories page for the blessing of others  




Confidentiality
We at One Another Ministry take the issue of Confidentiality very seriously
We make you this solemn pledge
We will not disclose your last name, street address or email address
or use them in any way
If you require further confidentiality please indicate so when you contact us


Please
Read
Our featured
Stories
of
Encouragement
Below

Two poems
from
Dear Friends




For more
Stories
Click on the
"Others' Stories
Link
My Song

Life had failed to love me;
I thought it should.
Sin closed the blinds on the windows of my heart.
The theft of my innocence birthed anger
And the pain of disillusionment and fear.
   My thirsty soul drank in isolated showers
           Of Joy and Honesty and Peace,
                   All too quickly swallowed by
                           Parched plains of aloneness.

They sinned against me.
Therefore I sin in return.
Where is Love?
Searching but never finding—
What is Love?
   Asking, and not waiting to hear the answer;
           Moving on to the next excitement.

My sin is always before me.
Grasping, manipulative, shallow and proud.
Can you know me and love me as I am?
I don’t love me; therefore I run,
Refusing your care,
   Denying your acceptance.
           All the while my silent cry is –
                   Say it again.  Tell me once more.

The unspoken cries of a broken heart
Are always met by the Truth.
Truth sang, quietly yet firmly.
“You are perfect in my eyes
because my own son has given his life for your guilt.”
   Truth sang “Come as you are” – and I came
           Truth sang “Drink” – and I drank new life
                   Truth sang “Eat” – and I was nourished.
                           Truth sang “I will never leave you
                                   nor forsake you.”

Life has failed to love me as I think it should,
But God’s love for me is perfect.
His acceptance gives me reality;
His reality fuels my courage;
His courage upholds my honesty;
   His honesty reveals my failures;
           His perfection inspires my worship, and I sing:

Because I am loved perfectly and fully by God
I can love you.

                   Gail, British Columbia, Canada
  A Stranger Amoung Us

A few years ago I remember a young man entering our church.  He was not like
the usual attendees.  He was tall, gangly, and, quite frankly, stood out like a sore
thumb.   He had recently moved to our city and was very much alone.  His father
had asked us to watch over him.  The young man had grown up in a church and
felt at home and comfortable when he was in church.  He had a mental illness, he
was different.  I have often wondered how this young man felt.  I know how I felt
and I know what I saw.  I have to keep asking myself...What would Jesus have
done?

A Stranger

A young man walked into the church.
Those present stopped and stared.
...Who was this fellow?
...Why did they care?

Was it his jeans
Which were tattered and torn
That made him stand out
And look so forlorn?
Or was it his hair
Tossed and uncombed
That made them all wonder,
Where was his home?
Was it the way his hand shook
As he sat and ate his pie?
Or the way he moved so abruptly
And so quickly walked by?

Did he belong here?
Should they say "hi"?
Should they say "Welcome"?
Just give it a try?

This was God's house
And God loves everyone.
Here was a lesson...
Even this man was His son.

Jesus would have stopped
And given him some time,
Shared the spirit of love
Seen through the grime.
Recognized the man
And not the appearance.
Welcomed him in,
Shown some forbearance.

And so they approached
Made him feel welcome,
Touched the heart
Of someone very lonesome.

God looked down and smiled!

Cheryl, British Columbia, Canada