It's been on the counter in my laundry room for months because there's no glue and no way to reattach the broken pieces.
It made it all the way from Kenya and it's too precious to throw away, so we keep that broken lion figurine in hopes of someday remembering to pick up some super glue.
It wouldn't be that hard to fix.
And people need brokenness to be fixed.
Everyday of this week leading up to Good Friday there's been a breaking. It's been Matthew 18 and Galatians 6 all week and these people, all of us, we're too precious not to be broken. Too valuable.
Sometimes we're held together too tightly though and it takes Mighty Blows to break us, but then. Then we have communion.
Community.
A week full of brokenness leads the weak to repentance and the beauty of wholeness, holiness.
I am terribly unjust and incredibly indignant at injustice, all at the same-conflicted-time.
But the Man on the cross was broken for unjust-me, and the veil was torn and now we all see his face, seek His face, and a broken people can be made whole that way.
First the breaking. Then the wholeness.
And I never thought so many good things could come from broken people but wow. Remember Sunday?
and when He had given thanks, He broke it and said, "Take, eat; this is My body which is broken for you; do this in remembrance of Me." - {1Cr 11:24 NKJV}
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