I have been broken. But haven't we all?
Where a crack is present, it is more susceptible to break, shatter.
I break when I hear of heartache.
I break when I see one has become broken.
I can not do the mending. It was never intended for me to do.
I break and when I break, the pieces and holes are seen by the One Who Matters. The Mender. Let Him fill them. He can and will make it whole.
When Communion is received, it is drops and pieces that are consumed.
Makes me wonder. Makes me ponder.
Does He still choose to break that which He desires to be made whole?
During the Last Supper, Jesus took bread, gave thanks, and broke it. After he broke bread, He told His disciples to take it, that it is His body (Mark 14:22).
He gave thanks and broke the bread, in demonstration of what was to come.
He knew what He was about to endure and yet, He still gave thanks. He knew the reason and purpose for it all.
Later He went to the Garden of Gethsemane to pray (Mark 14:32) and while praying He asked His Father to take the cup that would soon press His lips (Mark 14:36).
He didn't like the breaking any more than I have. He asked His Father to take it from Him. Even though He gave thanks for it, the cup, He still asked for it to be removed. Could He have been more human in that moment?
He was able to foreknow that which was going to be broken. Him! He was still able to give thanks! He gave thanks for the breaking and the spilling, knowing greater glory would reap.
The glory causes me to think of Mary, Martha and Lazarus. Did I not tell you that if you believe, you will see the glory of God? (John 11:40)
If we believe, we will see glory. We were not promised that we would never see broken pieces, experience brokenness.
When Jesus told Mary and Martha that they would see, experience glory if they believed, did He know that He Himself would be the way of belief of True Glory?
Jesus had to endure breaking for that which was already broken. Crimson red spilled for the bitter tears that fall when something breaks.
God chose the breaking to be the vehicle for the fixing. Fixing, mending, filling in the holes of which was initially intended to always be whole.
Communion is a time to be spent reflecting on the blood that was spilled and the blood that covers. Do we realize that what is consumed is what was Broken for the broken? We consume fragments to mend whole?
Makes me wonder, makes me ponder.
Does God still choose to break that which He desires to be made whole?