One very early morning, about 15 years ago, I was walking my dog. I cherished these sunrise walks because it meant I had alone time with God, and He showed up faithfully each dawn. On this particular morning, I remember being extremely frustrated with myself. I felt like I was messed up, and there was so much I still needed to fix in me. I ate too much. I drank too much. I worked too much. And I didn’t do all the “good” that I should.
It was still pretty dark and I couldn’t see a whole lot, but I heard a piece of broken glass kick out from under my shoe. It hit me. Not the glass, the message. I knew God was telling me a broken vessel cannot be put back together by itself. It needs someone bigger to mend the shards. This particular moment in time has always stuck with me because it freed me from the belief that I have to heal myself before I am worthy.
There is a Japanese art form called Kintsugi in which the potter takes broken pottery and rejoins it with gold. It’s more beautiful because the shattered parts leave room for the maker to put something new in the joints. Something that looks beautiful and makes it stronger.
Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.
- Isaiah 64:8
Living healed isn’t just a simple shift in mind-set. You may struggle with things that aren’t fixed for a really long time, if ever. Living in the tension between shattered and whole requires a remedy that offers Hope beyond the circumstance. Jesus went to the cross for this. His blood is the gold that not only fills the cracks, but it seals them permanently so that you may live eternally.
Are you willing to let your Hope be centered on the potter who rejoins brokenness? The One who heals more than just the body, but who heals the soul.
He himself bore our sins in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; “by his wounds you have been healed." - 1 Peter 2:24
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February 21, 2020