Just today I expressed to a friend, “Something beautiful comes out of brokenness. I am a broken man.”
I have been told by parents say there is no heartbreak like that of burying your child.
I have seen tears well up in a man’s eyes when he spoke of the passing of his wife of many years.
Kids are crushed when a grandparent is no longer there.
The heart of the teenager is shattered when their first love is now a haunting memory.
Each of us experience pain.
I wish that were not true, but, unfortunately it is.
At times, we each experience a gut wrenching unquenchable thirst and hunger for anything good.
Also in the thirty fourth chapter of Psalms it says, “The good man does not escape all troubles – he has them too. But the Lord helps him in each and every one.”
Last evening I sat among many in the mid-week Bible Study at our church.
It starts as it does each week, going over a list of those in need, in trouble, in desperate hope of God’s touch.
One day, my name will be on that list as well.
No one, the Bible says, escapes all troubles.
Yet there is a promise for each person on that list each week, the Lord helps them in each and every one.
Not some…not a few…not most…
Each and every one.
From that trouble, from that brokenness emerges a beautiful faith.
A union between God’s power and our belief.
I did not express this to my friend today, but I do not wish to be fixed.
I wish to remain a broken man, if for no other reason to recognize the brokenness in others.
For it is when I am broken that I am quiet and at peace and very keenly attentive to the needs of others and experiencing the beauty of their lives.
“He makes all things beautiful in it’s time.” Ecclesiastes 3:11