Sometimes I feel broken. Irretrievably and utterly broken. I see my impatience and my irritability, my overwhelm and my heartbreak. I see the chaos spinning around me and spinning within me, and I sometimes get lost to myself. Lost in the gyre. Unable to catch a grip much less pull myself out.
I was sitting in this mess the other day in the waiting room of a doctor’s office, and on the radio, they had a Christian Christmas channel. It was a dull lull in the background until all of a sudden the following words (or a paraphrase thereof) caught my ear and my attention: “God loves broken things.”
And it took root, and I’ve been mulling it over ever since then. God loves broken things.
We are a broken people living in a broken world. And we take this broken world and find ways to break it even more. We try and try and try, and no matter how much effort we put in, our broken parts still find a way to be heard. They have no choice but to be heard because they are a part of who we are.
Who among us has no hurt or pain or anger or frustration or temptation or baggage or ills? Who is spared the pain of our broken nature?
And the answer is very simple… not a single one of us.
And that’s why we celebrate Christmas. Because we are broken people living in a broken world, and only God Himself could fix it. And he did. He came among us and died at our hands and opened the gates of Heaven for all of us. Because he loves broken things. He loves broken us and our broken world.
And if the God who created us can accept our broken spirits, then perhaps we can start to embrace them as well.
After all, what other choice do we have?
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Beautiful….and just what I needed to hear this day.
I am so happy it was able to help :-). One of my favorite parts about reading other blogs is finding people who feel the same things as I do. It makes the world seem a bit smaller 🙂