I remember that, during my freshman year of college, I attended a retreat with other ministry majors. During a time of worship I heard lots of people using a word that didn't make sense to me because they were using it as a good thing when I understood that word to be bad. The word was broken. They kept talking about being broken before God. Broken by their sin. Broken by His love. Broken.
It took me a while, longer than I would like to admit, to understand what they meant. I always understood that broken is bad. We throw broken things away. Broken things are junk, disposable. I had a hard time understanding how being broken could be good.
But the truth is we are all broken. We try to hide it. We put on a strong face and suck it up, but deep down we know that we are broken people. But admitting that would show weakness and so we put on a mask of being "fine" and go on with our lives. We might tell a few people, a trusted friend or pastor or therapist about our pain, but mostly we keep it buried and hidden from all in case they were to see the truth.
This week, as we prepare to lay Logan Gellert to rest after a two year battle with cancer, many of us are visibly broken. Tears are gonna flow. Emotions are going to be seen. We will take off our masks and others will see our brokenness. And I think that's good. It's good to let others see your need. If we hide our pain and pretend to be "fine" then nobody can help. Broken people need love, hugs, prayers and support. I can't fix your brokenness, but we can be broken together and care for one another.
But it's also important to be broken with God. He already knows, of course, that you are broken. Our masks don't fool him. But when we admit our pain to Him, cry out to Him; He hears us and He can help us.
Psalm 147:3 says "(God) heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds"
It's ok to be broken. It's good to be real. Take off the mask. Let others see. Talk to a friend. Give a hug. Pray and talk to God about your pain. He cares. He heals.
Broken is beautiful.