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The Power of Awakened Desire
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What do you think of when you think of the word “desire”?
Can I Show You My Scars?
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Yesterday I was putting on my makeup. I was working to cover up a scar when I began to sense God speaking to me. I thought of my physical scars. The one I was “covering up” and the tiny little scars up and down my arms are from a car wreck when I was sixteen. The big scars on my leg and shoulder are from motorcycle and bicycle wrecks. Yes, I had my own motorcycle for years! I have the scars to prove it!
I thought of how many times I have tried to hide my emotional scars resulting from “wrecks” in my life. With each stroke of the makeup brush, God’s voice became clearer.
I thought of how children proudly show off their scars, comparing scars to gain the wow “prize” for having the biggest scars. Then my heart was saddened as I contemplated how childhood innocence fades away into grown up mindsets which teach us that scars are to be hidden.
Jesus appeared to his disciples after his resurrection. To prove his identity, he showed them his scars and invited them to touch the scars.
Can you imagine the moment?
The Beauty of Brokenness
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The centerpiece of our Christian faith is the sacrifice of Christ. As he hung on the cross, he was broken. Broken for our sin. Broken in his body. What we might call a bloody mess. Yes, no matter how sanitized we would prefer to make our mind’s snapshot of Christ on the cross, the reality of it is that Christ hung there broken.
A man who had never sinned received into his literal physical body all the sin of all mankind and took the penalty that such sin required. And it broke him.
His physical body was broken. Nails in his hands and feet. Long thorns thrust into his skull. His face bleeding from the places man had pulled his beard out. His back, torn into pieces from the whipping he had endured. His body crushed from falling under the weight of the cross on the way to Golgotha.
His heart was broken as he experienced separation from his Father as he lived in his present darkness. He experienced our confusion, our loneliness, our doubts, our fears.
He was broken for me. He was broken for you. That is the beauty of brokenness.
May every time we experience the reality of brokenness, whether our own brokenness or the brokenness of others, lead us to remember Christ who was broken for us all and may we live in grateful love for the One who through brokenness has become our healing and our salvation.
Mikki
The Body of Christ Broken for You…
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