Broken

Have you ever been broken? I mean truly, completely, without hope and irreparably broken? Your soul pours out of a fractured heart, tears cascade in floods from swollen eyes, and no touch nor word can reach you. That's broken.

We all deserve to be broken; some of us have been, the rest of us will be.

Christ was broken for us, and if we are to accept His salvation, we must be broken for Him. That which is in us, and is us, must, without doubt and exception, be completely broken if we are to have the hope of His healing touch. We must die to ourselves in order to live through Him. If that is not broken, I don't know what is.

What does it feel like to be broken? Lonely. Agonizing. Guilt, shame, disgust . . . The list goes on. It is a miserable, wretched experience; and it can seem to go on forever. The stronger we are, the harder we break. But when the breach occurs . . . It is cataclysmic. Everything gives at once; our very foundations seem to give way beneath us. We are in free fall.

But do you know what is on the other side? Grace. Mercy. Forgiveness. Peace. Rest. All there, waiting for us to give up on ourselves and rely on Christ. He is waiting, waiting to wipe away every tear, heal every wound, mend every broken and fractured piece of our soul.

Waiting for us to break.