For Five Minute Friday!
That’s the first thought that came to my mind when I saw today’s topic. How fitting that today, of all days, we should talk about being broken.
Today is Good Friday.
I thought about Jesus and how His body was broken, but I didn’t stay there long. Instead, the bigger idea in my mind was my brokenness. The brokenness of us all.
I think a big turn-off in Christianity is the, literally, holier-than-though attitude that many Christians can put across. The “I have arrived” demeanor that is so condescending to those who don’t share our beliefs. Sometimes it’s projected, but many, many times it’s very real. And it drives me crazy.
To become a Christian is to accept that we are broken….that we are all broken. Broken in the way we work, broken in the way we approach each other, broken in the way we approach our God. We’re broken. And no amount of Bible-reading, praying, worship-song-singing, church-volunteering, good-deed-doing will unbreak us. But so often, especially in churches, we walk around seemingly unbroken…as if we lead perfect lives and we do whatever it takes to maintain that image. Our insides are sticky with super glue and duct tape, but hey, our outsides are buffed and shiny and that’s all that really matters.
I am broken. I freely admit it. I am broken even in ways I’m not aware of. And I embrace my brokenness because that’s the only way I can become unbroken.