Thursday, December 1, 2016
Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am in
distress. Tears blur my eyes. My body and soul are withering away. I
am dying from grief; my years are shortened by sadness. Sin has drained my strength; I am wasting
away from within. I am scorned by all my enemies and
despised by my neighbors—even my friends are afraid to come near me. When they see me on the street, they run the
other way. I am ignored as if I were dead, as
if I were a broken pot. I have heard the
many rumors about me, and I am surrounded by terror. My enemies conspire against me, plotting to
take my life. But I am trusting you, O Lord,
saying, “You are my God!” My future is in your hands. Psalm 31:9-15a(NLT)
The young man who would
eventually become Israel’s revered King David knew the anguish of being
publicly humiliated and even hunted as a criminal by King Saul. Without doubt David has a lot of brothers and
sisters in brokenness.
There’s tragic sense about
broken people that awakens us to the reality of suffering and the loss of youthful
dreams or hope. David felt like a broken
pot, useful for nothing; at best his future seemed to have only the possibility
of continuing to breathe-in the dust of other people’s pity or scorn.
But, even when hope seems
completely gone, and faith has been shattered like cheap pottery, and the
future seems as low as the view from the bottom of a snake’s belly, faith is
never completely gone. David prayed this
prayer: I am trusting you, O Lord, saying, ‘You are my God!” My future is in your hands.
I’ve only recently begun
reading some of Martha Snell Nicholson’s writings, and appreciating the wisdom
and insight of a longtime sufferer. She
was sickly as a child, and suffered a number of serious health challenges that
caused her to be bedridden for much of her life. Among these were TB, anemia, a twisted spine
and crippling arthritis. Yet being an
invalid for more than 35 of her 55 years never destroyed her faith, and hardly
dampened her ability to encourage others with her writings.
Here’s how Mrs. Nicholson
saw the David kind of brokenness
in the hands of God:
We are now
His broken things. But remember how He
has used broken things: the broken
pitchers of Gideon's little army, the broken roof through which the paralyzed
man was lowered to be healed, the broken alabaster box which shed its fragrance
abroad and the broken body of our Savior.
Let us ask Him to take our broken hearts and to press upon them further suffering to give us a poignant realization of the suffering of the world. Let us ask Him to show us the endless, hopeless river of lost souls. This will break our hearts anew; but when it happens, God can use us at last.[ii]
Let us ask Him to take our broken hearts and to press upon them further suffering to give us a poignant realization of the suffering of the world. Let us ask Him to show us the endless, hopeless river of lost souls. This will break our hearts anew; but when it happens, God can use us at last.[ii]
For You Today
Got troubles? Good!
God uses broken things.
NOTES
[i]
Title image: By Kiran
Jonnalagadda from Bangalore, India (Shattered glass), via Wikimedia
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