So I broke a cross. And I was in the tabernacle area of all places. I had a lot in my hands and was trying to set it all down so I could pray. Plop. Break. My first inclination was to quick get some super glue and fix it. I even wrote myself a note to remind myself to bring it into work:
But then I told my friend, Helen. She laughed and said to leave it. Sit with it for a while. So I did, and now you get to hear about it.
I sat in the tabernacle and stared at the crucifix on the wall. I thought about the Emmaus story, how Cleopas and the other disciple who is unnamed were walking and talking. Jesus started walking with them, but they didn’t know it was him. They started talking to him about how things didn’t go the way they planned. “We had different hopes.” Isn’t that truth? It still gets me. Don’t you know so many people, or experience yourself, having a hope of something going a certain way and it just doesn’t? It can be heart-breaking. It can be a game changer. It can be so hard to allow.
There I sat with my broken cross. I didn’t mean for it to happen, and I wanted to quickly fix it so nobody would ever know. Lots of things can’t be fixed though. We have to sit with the brokenness. we have to see where God might be in it. Like Cleopas and his friend, sometimes things don’t turn out the way we hope, but good still comes from it. They suddenly realized Jesus was with them the whole time. Even though all seemed lost and broken. And they ran back to share the good news.
So I’m going to leave my cross broken and sit with it some more. It’s a good reminder that I don’t have to have everything figured out and put together with super glue. Jesus is with me and all of us in our brokenness. By his grace, good comes anyway.