We hear it all the time. Christ loves you even though you’re broken. And it’s true. And it’s life altering. And important. So important. It changes everything. We don’t need to be perfect to approach God. He is a forgiving, loving God. Even when we are broken.
NO! NOT THE END!
Five years ago, I needed to hear and understand that God loved me even though I was a mess. That fact changed my life. Or did it? Did I spend so much time obsessing over God’s grace in light of my brokenness that I completely missed that I’m not broken anymore? Am I missing my calling because I’m still delighting in the fact that God loves me despite my brokenness? Or more honestly, did I simply never expect to not be broken anymore? Am I satisfied to be broken but loved? Or is there something else? Do I ever stop being broken? What happens then?
God’s acceptance became my crutch. It was my witness. “God loves you if you’re broken bro. Here’s my story of brokenness.” And that’s a good witness. But it’s only half a witness.
Being accepted and loved by God even through your brokenness is NOT THE FINISH LINE. It’s the starting line of a race you may not even have realized you were in. I sure didn’t.
What kind of father finds their broken child, hugs them, BUT THEN LEAVES THEM BROKEN? Not my heavenly father. It is occurring to me for the first time tonight, since I’m a little dumb, that God put me back together for a reason. That he accepted me while broken, but didn’t leave me that way. He put me back together and stood my unbroken body on a frickin’ launching pad.
I’m not perfect. But I sure as hell ain’t the the broken down dude that God scooped up and loved those now several years ago. I’ve been saying it all wrong.
“God loves me even though I’m broken.”
“God loves me even though I used to be broken.”
I gotta quit feeling like a still-broken shell of a man. God found me. Repaired me. And why? To send me out to battle. To push me head first into a dying world.
No. I declare today that I am no longer broken. And I am no longer wallowing in my self pity of brokenness that God repaired in his grace.
I’m ready. Ready to enter the world that God called me to, and built me for. Broken no more. Ready to serve.
Are you still broken?
Are you sure?