Day 2: There is a Crack in Everything // 31 Days of Hope in Brokenness
Hi there! This is day 2 of a series I’m writing this October called 31 Days of Hope in Brokenness. You can find the entire series here: 31 Days of Hope in Brokenness.
Today, we’re talking about our cracks. We all have them. (More than just the obvious one…HA. Sorry, I had to!)
I’m talking about the cracks in our personalities, in our hearts, in ourselves. Cracks are not necessarily sin (though they can be), but refer to any flaws or problems that we have to deal with. One of my cracks is that I have some emotional damage from never having had a father. Another one is that I can be prone to laziness. I also struggle with my weight, selfishness, and pride that swings to both extremes – I have moments where I feel no one appreciates how awesome I am and also moments when I feel like a pile of garbage. (Shew, I’m being totally transparent with you here – please love me!) These flaws are all things I can work on, and things that need to be cleansed and healed by Jesus. They are also things I hesitate to share, because I fear being judged and shamed.
But the thing is, my cracks are nothing to be ashamed of. I want to be humble about them, and receptive to growing and changing in positive ways, but not ashamed. Shame is different than simply being sorry over our sin. Shame is about confusing our sin and our problems with who we are.
You might struggle with alcoholism, overeating, or anger. Maybe you have a problem with an addiction, or pornography, or hate the way you always seem to belittle your partner during arguments. Maybe you need to work on being a better friend, or work through some emotional damage from a lonely childhood, or have depression. We all deal with something. We all have cracks and flaws and problems. Ready for a tough truth? Not all of them will go away if we pray harder, read the Bible more, or go to church every week. We live in a broken world, and some way or another, we all have to deal with a little brokenness. A little crack in what we would rather be a smooth finish. Here’s the good news, though.
No matter your cracks, you are welcome with Jesus.
He has a table with so many chairs. There is room for everybody in His family. The cracks in our hearts don’t exclude us, they are our ticket in. Jesus said He didn’t come for the healthy, He came for the sick. (Spoiler: we are all sick.) And that is so deeply beautiful and wonderful, if we really take time to understand it, because it means that we don’t have to worry for one second about being turned away for our brokenness. Our brokenness is what allows Him to work in our lives. He pours out His goodness and it flows in through those very cracks we are ashamed of, until we are full to overflowing with His love. Those same cracks allow us to leak His love on others who desperately need it – isn’t it along the seams of our struggles that we do the best encouraging? My conversations with people who are going through things I have also gone through seem so much more anointed. I am crazy blessed by the wisdom I soak up from people who have stood where I stand now. Surely God comforts us so we can turn around and comfort others. May we invite them in and tell them the truth: that Jesus will heal every wound and every crack, whether in this life or the next, and that their flaws are powerless to drive away the love of Christ.
“For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:38-39)
No matter your cracks, you are welcome with Jesus. Let’s welcome one another, too.
May we be transparent about our struggles and drop our masks – we need to see each other’s cracks to feel less ashamed of our own. May we encourage one another to run to Jesus, trusting that He won’t be scared off by our issues but will instead answer when we call. May God make us brave enough to be vulnerable with one another, and kind enough to be tender with one another’s flaws. We are all just walking each other home.
My prayer for us today is that we would ask God to show us our cracks, then ask Him to pour His light into them. I can’t say I’m celebrating that I have these cracks, but it is a weird and lovely kind of privilege to have them as avenues to interact with His mercy and grace. If it’s true that He runs toward the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds, then…in a strange way, what a beautiful thing it is to be broken.