Updated: Jan 11
Today I put 2 CD’s on to play. (Yes, I do still use actual CD’s).
I was playing Steven Curtis Chapman's, "Worship and Believe" album and Tobi Mac’s "Elements" CD when it struck me- both these gifted artists have lost children. They both know this same pain.
I remember being small and first learning about Jesus, being told that if I did what God said, that he would always protect me; that bad things wouldn't happen to me.
That overly simplistic view of the world didn't set well with me as I got older and when I was a teenager and started reading the Bible for myself, I found out why: It wasn't true.
Who among the prophets of the Old Testament, or the Disciples of the New, ever led peaceful, prosperous lives?
I sat there that day, just looking at those two CD’s in my hand. Both these artists have given me so much encouragement through their music, who encourages them?
I've read that your faith can be measured/ gauged by how you reacted to the worst thing that’s ever happened to you. I’ve been listening to Tobi Macs new song, 21 Years, and I won't lie, I've been shedding a few tears.
He wrote in his Elements song that this world will, "...rip your family apart."
He was right. The enemy will terrorize you, taking everything he can; your money, your children, your home, your health. It is in those moments where your heart is breaking and your questioning what God is doing where you find out what you really believe in.
(If you don't believe me read the book of Job in the Bible.)
“The enemy roars like a lion but the Lion of Judah is on our side.” -Steven Curtis Chapman wrote these words after the death of his youngest daughter. If I ever experienced that horror, would I have enough faith to allow God to put the pieces back together? Is my faith that strong? Part of me thinks it will be. The other part of me hopes I never have to find out. Is the raw faith that comes after the most horrible circumstances truly the best kind?
I think it is.
Some time ago I was sent this from Women of Joy. The first time I saw it, I just sat and stared.
I looked it up. This is not just a feel good idea floating around the internet. This is an actual thing.
It is called Kintsukuroi or Kintsugi: the Japanese art of repairing a piece of broken pottery by fusing it together with gold, silver or platinum. The idea is not to hide the scars, but to enhance them, adding another layer of beauty and value to an already precious piece.
I read that these pieces, now fused with precious metals, are usually set out for display in museums and private collections for all to see.
Like the artists mentioned above, they are not trying to hide the scars brought on by life, they are emphasizing them.
When we let God heal us after the worst of our lives, when we let Him fill in the cracks, we are Kintsugi: We are broken, but fused with gold, we are more valuable, more beautiful than before.
Jesus knows we are worth fixing. He finds scars, rightly earned, worth admiring.
We are worthy of admiration.
We are worthy of display.
With Jesus fusing our broken pieces together, we are Kintsugi.