The prompt for this week is…
Most people like to remain whole and unbroken, me most of all. I don’t like people to see the chinks in my self-made armor, because then they will see who I really am, that I’m not perfect. Not the perfect mother, not a perfect wife, not a perfect anything. In fact very far from perfect, but instead weak and flawed and broken. The problem is that this self-made armor, though it might protect me from the gaze of others, also keeps God from coming in to deal with those weaknesses and flaws and the parts that are broken.
When Jesus came He had no desire to remain whole and unbroken. Instead he fell into the ground as a grain of wheat. He broke the bread and said to His disciples, “Take, eat, this is My body which is being broken for you.” He knew that if He remained an unbroken grain or a whole loaf, there would be no hope for any of us. Only broken grains can release life and bring forth many grains, only broken bread can nourish someone dying of hunger. He let the shell of His humanity be broken so that His divine life could be released. As the rock He was cleft and out of that breaking came rivers which flowed and flowed and are still flowing today.
As I enjoy these rivers of life and rivers of grace gushing out of the One who was broken for me, I realize God has no desire for me to be a perfect person. A perfect person can’t minister grace and life to anyone. A broken person, on the other hand, can flow those very same rivers into others. Ironic, isn’t it? The more broken we are, the more useful we are to God. Maybe that’s because He only has broken people to work with.