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I am rather overwhelmed by the extent of the brokenness of
this place, this Nemours Medical Center for the soul. Everywhere I turn,
something is broken!
Broken jars, promises and hearts.
Shattered plates, dreams and worlds and memories.
Twisted ankles, loves, desires and perspectives.
Displaced, dislocated people.
Neither quite at home here.
Nor at home there anymore.
Sure, there is room for all of this, for all of us in this magnificent mansion of the
Person, but aren’t we missing something? Haven’t you missed something, Lord? Is
there not something more… something better than life – yes, it’s a very spacious,
roomy, expansive life - but life condemned to perpetual brokenness – both on
the inside, as on the outside…?
The questions linger in the air like partially deflated
helium balloons…
It takes something like eternity to pick out amidst all this
the rubble the steady rumble of the words of hope…
Not only that...
No, this is not all. There is more. Much much more... than simple spacious coexistence of all this brokenness...
Not only that, but all
the broken and dislocated pieces of the universe—people and things, animals and
atoms—get properly fixed and fit together in vibrant harmonies, all because of
his death, his blood that poured down from the cross. Colossians
1:19-20
There we are!
All the broken is here!
All the dislocated, displaced are welcome here!
Not carelessly overlooked.
Not forgotten.
Not left hanging unnoticed.
Not ignored as trivial and
unimportant.
Not banned, barred, frowned upon, walled out.
Not tossed on the garbage heap of
the world worthless, useless, because they are ....broken... because they are different, because they just don't fit in.
To the contrary!
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