I just read the news headlines of today. 300 missing. Mauled to death. Hit by car. Victims’ families and friends shattered. Schoolgirls still missing. Warplanes targeted and destroyed several vehicles trying to cross the border.
My heart is breaking, splintering. So many tears. And I can’t fathom the searing pain felt by those close.
Comfort feels hard to find. Lament comes easily. Jesus wept. And He does again and again at the pain suffered each moment in our world, His world. I am thankful to be able to let Him sit with me as tears stream down my face.
The apostle Matthew wrote of Jesus’ familial heritage, the people into whom God Almighty wove His redemption story. And what humbles me is this:
Abraham was the father of Isaac.
Isaac was the father of Jacob.
Jacob was the father of Judah and his brothers.
Judah was the father of Perez and Zerah (whose mother was Tamar).
Perez was the father of Hezron.
Hezron was the father of Ram.
Ram was the father of Amminadab.
Amminadab was the father of Nahshon.
Nahshon was the father of Salmon.
Salmon was the father of Boaz (whose mother was Rahab).
Boaz was the father of Obed (whose mother was Ruth).
Obed was the father of Jesse.
Jesse was the father of King David.
David was the father of Solomon (whose mother was Bathsheba, the widow of Uriah).
Solomon was the father of Rehoboam…
Matthew 1:2-7 NLT
Tamar mischievously prostituted herself for revenge (Genesis 38). Rahab was also a mischievous prostitute whom God used to advance His Kingdom (Joshua 2). Ruth was a faithful foreigner whom the Lord redeemed (Ruth 1-4). Bathsheba was the silent object of David’s covetousness and sin (2 Samuel 11-12). These loved-by-God women, broken in each her own way, were part of the physical blood makeup of our Saviour. He carried their brokenness inside of Himself with each step He took.
When I see and understand such mess so humbly-borne, I am brought to my knees in thankfulness to our God who loves through brokenness — because of brokenness.
Now as they were eating, Jesus took bread and, praising God,
gave thanks and asked Him to bless it to their use, and when He had broken it,
He gave it to the disciples and said, Take, eat; this is My body.
Matthew 26:26 AMP
This weekend, we celebrate how Jesus Messiah would choose to be broken so that we could be whole again. He would bear in Himself the weight of the brokenness that His family, His people, and we could not and cannot carry. And today He stands victoriously ready to take upon Himself our continued brokenness because He knows we desperately need our Redeemer to do it. And I am so eternally grateful.