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Pieces with jagged edges that no longer fit together .

Unbelievably, we sometimes forget how broken we are. We are that good at wearing masks – donning the armor. We argue that life happens. That we can just “suck” it up. Stike the brave warrior pose – march forward into battle once again. Worse things happen every day to other people.


Ugliness exists on our small mudball called Terra. There are many victims. Humans. Animals. Our World.

“Restore us, LORD God Almighty;
make your face shine on us,
that we may be saved.” Ps 80:19

The good news is that there is Someone who will hug us so tightly that all the broken pieces are miraculously re-created as one.

Not glued.
Not pieced together in slapstack fashion

But made whole. Perfect. Without seams.

No scars.
No blemishes.
No missing pieces.

When Moshe climbed Mt. Sinai and returned to his people, he found them worshipping a golden calf. His humaness rose angrily, and he threw the tablets so that they broke upon the sin in front of him. Later, he returned to the mountain and brought down new tablets. However…the wisdom of Jehovah-Jireh prevailed. He had always had a plan. He knew exactly what was needed to return His children to their envisioned wholness.

Before the tablet shattered.
Before righteous confronted evil.
Before a third of the angels fell.
Before the Garden was locked.

When this stronghold of evil was demolished…after the anger subsided…after the tears of remorse, Moshe laid the broken pieces together with the new tablets. Brokenness and wholeness coesxisting – side-by-side – in the heart of the most holy spot on earth – The Ark of the Covenant. The Ark of the Promise.

“And I will give you shepherds according to my heart, which shall feed you with knowledge and understanding.” Jer 3:15

We weren’t created to be broken – in body – in spirit – in mind. We were created whole. Slowly, over the years a guide book was assembled to remind the people.

Not linear.
Not historical.
Not temporal.


Godly leaders arose to remind the people how far they had come. A shepherdess carrying water to thirsty sheep. A young shepherd protecting his sheep with a three small stones. A 30 year old shepherd that sought His lost sheep, cradled them in his arms and healed their brokeness.

“Amen, I say to you, no one who will not receive the Kingdom of God like a child will enter it.” And he took them up in his arms and he laid his hand upon them and he blessed them.” Mark 10:15-16

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farmer-checking-his-crop-canola-field-rain-starts-32580449It rained today. A big, on-and-off-again, thunderboomer type of rain. For some reason, we don’t seem to get many of these down here. Generally, the rain is a gentle, play-in-the-puddles type of rain. There is a side benefit of not having a lot of rain which definitely makes my life easier – I don’t have to mow the grass every week. But rain – like the one we had today – carries the promise that tomorrow morning when I get up early to go to my MELT class, I will get to smell that special aroma that only comes after the earth is blessed by a thunderstorm. I guess I’m willing to mow the grass in a few days.

“Then I will give you rain in due season, and the land shall yield its increase, and the trees of the field shall yield their fruit.” Lev 26:4

Our world is topsy-turvey. We have forgotten the rhythm of the earth and its seasons. Thankfully, farmers don’t forget. Their lives and their crops depend on it. My father-in-law would often walk his fields throughout the year. One time, he shared with me that it was his way of listening to the earth. He said if he was quiet enough, he could feel God’s hand nudging what steps he needed to take to get the crop in successfully. He was a wise man.

“Heavens, sprinkle from above, and let the skies shower righteousness. Let the earth open up so that salvation will sprout and righteousness will spring up with it. I, Yahweh, have created it.” ~Is 45:8

As I stood on our small front porch and watched the full moon poke through the cloudy sky tonight, I could smell the happiness of the plants and trees in our yard. Frogs singing, geese squaking, couldn’t compare to the song that I felt rising up from the wet ground. Yet – I think the earth itself is still waiting —– waiting for something more —– something more along the lines of which Isaiah wrote so long ago. “…skies [that] shower with rightousness…so that salvation will sprout and righteousness will spring up…”

Seasons of the earth come and go. They change, evolve, adapt, respond. Humanity, on the other hand, fills itself with it’s “want to dos” and forget it’s “ought to dos”. They forget to walk the fields…forget to bend over and let the dirt crumble between their fingers….forget to be quiet enough to feel a gentle nudge. But – God does not forget. He does not forget His promises. He does not change. He does not stop loving us – even when we stop loving Him or ignore all the blessings He has given us.

A little rain falls into our lives every now and then. Sometimes it is a destructive rain, but more often than not, it is a rain of righteousness – a rain of growth – a rain full of promise and love. A rain that will bring a sweet aroma of “oughts to do”. A rain that will bring a smile.

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