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Blessed and Broken

Broken: Ruptured; torn; fractured; disconnected; divided; ruined; to remove a part from.

We're broken people living in a broken world. Most of us think of sin as an infringement of one of the ten commandments, but it's so much more than that. Those are just general guidelines for living a whole life. They aren't the end-all of sin. Sin is that which separates us from God. Sin is the evil within us and in our world. Sin expresses itself in our words, our actions, and our attitudes. Sin is our brokenness. Sin is the brokenness of our world - the people and nature itself.

Most of us don't really want to admit that we're broken. That's admitting a weakness. That's admitting that we're imperfect, that we don't have it all together, but we see it in each other every day. We see it and experience it in ourselves every day. We affect others with our brokenness and others affect us with theirs. A son's relationship with his father is strained and painful because his father is broken because his own father was alcoholic and abusive. A daughter's relationship with her mother is volatile because the mother is broken because her mother was domineering and controlling. We hurt, and so we hurt each other albeit unintentionally.

On the night He was betrayed, He took the bread, blessed it, broke it and said, "this is My body, broken for you."

Broken: Ruptured; torn; fractured; disconnected; divided; ruined; to remove a part from . . .
He was whole, but He became broken, He took on our brokenness, so that in Him, we can be blessed. In Him, we will someday be whole.

Amazing love.

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  1. "He was whole but took on our brokenness so that we can take on His wholeness." I love it, Lori. Thanks be to God!

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