Brokenness. These last two weeks I have been surrounded by brokenness. Minds that have fissured and cracked. Hearts that have crumbled to ashes and hope that has been shattered. The stories, oh the stories that call out from the pages of charts and the news reals and the lines after lines of court documents that show their struggle and crime. Broken.
Broken hearts and broken relationships. Bonds that should be forged by the cord of three strands-tested and worn. Words of hate and fear emulate in the darkness of this world and I wonder where the light has gone.
It is Passover week. It is the time of death and rebirth as Good Friday waits on the cusp of a new world where the Jews are told again to register and the hospitals and foster homes are full of lost souls and broken hearts.
And I wonder where God is.
And I long for his presence.
And the holiday approaches and I remember the words spilling the story of rolling rocks and shaking ground.
Where there is power greater than principalities and crowns.
Where blood has been spilled and thorns have been pressed, breaking the skin but not breaking the spirit-because it cannot be broken.
He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. 16For by Him all things were created, both in the heavens and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities-- all things have been created through Him and for Him.17He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.…Colossians 1:16
And he is coming. Because he is not broken-he is the glue. He is coming. The darkness is running. He is coming. He is rebuilding the broken hearts. He is coming. Can you feel the earth moving to meet his feet?