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Saturday, December 29, 2018

all things break...


“Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world. All things break. And all things can be mended. Not with time, as they say, but with intention. So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally. The broken world waits in darkness for the light that is you.”
 L.R. Knost
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I am dismayed by the brokenness of the world
It makes my heart hurt
It makes my soul stagger

All the lies
The greed
The hate

All the children, shot, abused, and cage

All the gloating rich
All the struggling poor

I am dismayed too by children’ whose hearts don’t work right
And mothers who fear for them
I am crushed as I hear the stories of young women
Abused, diminished, profoundly wounded by
Mothers, fathers, brothers, step-fathers, significant others

It is all too much Lord
All this sin (for lack of a better word)

And then I remember a baby born
Into poverty
Into oppression
Into a world where babies died
And babies were killed

Into a world of haves and have nots

A world where the people of privilege
Oppressed and minimized those who struggled

I remember a baby
Born in the hay and the dust
Surrounded by losers

God’s statement
It is never over
All things can be mended
All people can be healed

But not with power
Not with wealth

That is the way of the Herods and the Trumps
The way of the Ryans and McConnells
And so many more (Democrat and Republican)

Nope!

This takes love

Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally given

Love was born at Christmas
Love was the flame that shone in the darkness

So it was
So it is

Only Jesus, when he comes
Is not born in a manger
He is born in the manure and grit of our own hearts

And when he is born
He changes everything

When the sacred wakes up
When our hearts wake up

Things get mended

That
That
Is the miracle of Christmas

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