Yesterday my granddaughter and I had a conversation about our state of being.
“Grandma,” she said, “we are all broken.”
Wellie is wise for her fourteen years and correct in her thinking; we are all broken people living in a broken world.
Nevertheless, the broken are the ones that Jesus seeks after – the blind beggar, the woman at the well with a string of husbands, the tax collector, the leper, the prostitute, the cripple, the mentally ill, and the sick. Their brokenness is precisely why He seeks after them; He loves them and they are all in need of a Savior.
Humanity seeks for the perfect, the lovely, and the beautiful – that which is pleasing to the eye and uplifting to the soul, but this is upside-down from what God seeks. He looks for the ugly and when He finds it, He turns it into the lovely from the inside out.
What’s more, He uses ordinary things to transform the ugly into the lovely – words, hands, spit, mud, water, and more.
Sometimes I look at my ordinary surroundings and think how ugly: socks left by the door, sand and grit on the hardwood floor, wasted flowers in a vase, dirty dishes in the sink, stacks of clothes that need mending and ironing, a glass teddy bear broken and in need of glue for over two years now. My world is messy, but if those things were not in my world, neither would the ones I most cherish.
Likewise, I am honored to minister to the broken – the lost, the stigmatized, the depressed, the confused, and the abused. I get to watch their transformation by a God who loves them and seeks them out. Moreover, I too am one of them, broken and in need of a Savior.
We are all broken.