In his book Miracles, C. S. Lewis discusses the ubiquity of a certain story, cropping up among the pages of history, in every location, in every religion. His view is that the story we keep telling is itself the Story of Christ.
All of history expected the Grand Miracle, and all of history since has echoed it. The story is that of descent and reascent. God descends to earth, descends into human form, descends into death, descends into Hell. He then reascends to Earth, to life, to human form, and to heaven. Lewis says, “In this descent and reascent everyone will recognise a familiar pattern: a thing written all over the world…Through this bottleneck, this belittlement, the highroad nearly always lies.” (Miracles 180).
Lewis continues to argue that this pattern is in nature, and “also in our emotional and moral life” because it is a reflection of God.
When I experience Story, I gladly delve into the universal elements of what each instance of Story has to offer. Lewis would say it is because God is universal—and I likely to say so as well—but others would say it is because Story itself is universal and the Christian Story is yet another instance of that, impartial to the existence or non-existence of a God. Both conclusions, however, are still shrouded in mystery.
So I proceed to experience Story and wonder at its universalness. From my subjective viewpoint, the default Story is that which Lewis claims, and that is the story to which I return again and again, no matter what tale I’ve set my sights upon.