BROKEN

Lately I have spent a great deal of time contemplating the issue of brokenness. Many people see brokenness as something that depicts someone as being weak, I see brokenness as something of beauty. I wholeheartedly believe until we are broken before our Maker, we can not fully submit to the will of God for our lives. I mean honestly, if we never faced the reality that we are broken people and are in desperate need for Christ to invade our lives and redeem us, what is the point of Jesus dying on the cross? There isn't one, through his sacrifice, the broken find wholeness. Think about it a farmer doesn’t plant his crop in cement, rather he chooses good soil, breaks it up, and then sows the seed. A butterfly could never fly without breaking its cocoon, and neither could a bird emerge without breaking its shell.

Isn’t it ironic that Jesus could not feed the four thousand until he broke the bread [Mark 8:1-8]

Isn't it ironic the sinful woman could not pour the costly perfume over Jesus until she broke the alabaster jar [Luke 7:37]

Isn't it ironic God could not reconcile himself to sinful humanity until he broke down the wall that separated him from us [Ephesians 2:14]

Isn't it ironic we could never know salvation without Jesus’ broken body [1 Cor 11:24]

In many ways we are no useful until we are broken

The sacrifices of God are [a] a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise [Psalm 51:17]