From the DayBreaks archive, January 2012:
Behold my servant, whom I uphold, my chosen, in whom my soul delights; I have put my Spirit upon him; he will bring forth justice to the nations. He will not cry aloud or lift up his voice, or make it heard in the street; a bruised reed he will not break, and a faintly burning wick he will not quench; he will faithfully bring forth justice. – Isaiah 42:1-3
Julie Pennington-Russell, in Our Friend Calling, wrote: “I have a friend. He’s a man in his late 60’s. Rugged, burly, brilliant guy. He’s always reminded me a little of the Marlborough Man. He studied at a prestigious university in the East some years ago, and then he moved to Texas to work on his doctorate. But somewhere along the way he became addicted to cocaine–just tumbled into that dark hole. Lost his family, lost his place in graduate school, lost big pieces of himself. But somehow he washed up on the shores of a good church. And when he did, he was so fragile–he looked like he’d been “rode hard and put up wet”–as they say in Texas. But the folks in that church put their arms around that man and slowly he started to heal, and eventually, miraculously, even reunited with his wife and children.
“We had this couple in our home for dinner and the man began to talk with Tim and me about where his life was going. “I want to believe,” he said, “that my best days aren’t behind me, and that my life can still count, can still make a difference for God.” He sat at our table with his head in his hands. “I just can’t help but feel like I’ve blown all of my best chances,” he said. That’s when his wife, who’s just this wonderful, middle-aged bohemian Texas flower child kind of woman, reached over and took his hand and said–and I’ll never forget this–she said, “Baby, you’ve got to take your sticky fingers off that steering wheel. If God could yank Jesus out of a grave, I figure he can make something beautiful out of busted parts.” And I tell you what–if I live to be a hundred and ten, I don’t expect to hear the gospel better articulated than that.”
When we are broken and busted, we tend to think that we are useless. As we get older and feel that we’re defective, we can really despair thinking that we’re washed up and ready for the junk heap. The joyful news for all of us is that we are never too old for God to use us, if we just stop trying to control our life and let Him take control. It is hard to pry our fingers off the steering wheel. We live under the illusion that we’ve done a good job of driving so far so we figure we just as well keep on driving since we’ve relatively okay.
Deep inside, though, we know we’ve not done all that well. Could we have done worse? Probably. Could we have done better? Certainly. But God doesn’t ever make mistakes. Let Him take the busted parts in you. Gather them up, put them in His hands, and see what He does with them!
PRAYER: We are like shattered glass, Lord. We need you to put our lives back together and back on track!! Make something beautiful out of our brokenness, Lord! In Jesus’ name, Amen.
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