Today we are writing for five minutes on: Broken...
It is Good Friday and I can’t stop thinking about how in our home, if something is broken the cry rises, “Daddy can fix it!” Even when things look impossibly broken to me, they merely pose an interesting problem to my husband, who understands deeply how things work and has the patient spirit and gentle hands needed to put broken things to rights.
There at the cross of Jesus, all seemed impossibly broken to those gathered at the cross. I have been there in my life, the place where I felt all was lost, that everything was so broken and smashed up there was no way through to healing and wholeness.
But friends, there is Easter. It is coming. The heavy stone will be rolled away and Jesus full of life, the risen Lord, will come out and He will say Mary’s name and she will know Him.
Let us broken ones know Him, today, in the darkness of Good Friday, and wait to see Him, beautiful, in the light of Sunday morning.