Brokenness. We don’t mind remembering it, providing that the wound is sufficiently healed. We tolerate discussing it, if it seems appropriate. But experiencing it? Not so much. Brokenness hurts. It tears. It bleeds. And it lashes out at the contentment we may have once known. I’ve experienced broken and fractured bones, concussions, deep physical bruises, and piercing pain. All of them are tolerable in comparison to the brokenness which separates me from God. And from other people. It is a relational brokenness brought on by my choices to distance myself from God. Bones heal when properly reset and given time to mend. Bruises fade. Pain subsides after treatment of its cause.
But the heart broken through self-inflicted separation from God? It yearns for healing that is illusive, save for one simple act: repentance and confession. One John 1:9 says, “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness” (NIV).
Why tolerate one more day languishing in self-inflicted brokenness? The gospel is for all of us. It’s a free gift. Are you a struggling believer? Jesus stands at the door and knocks, asking to be let in to commune with you (Revelation 3:20). Are you someone who has never accepted God’s free gift of salvation? John 3:16 says, “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life” (NIV).
Have questions? Please leave a comment. How will you respond? For my part, I’m answering the knocking on the door…