When I think of broken, I think of bread – the type we make or purchase from the store and also the One Who made us and Who too was broken for us.
The One Who declared and in the same breath issued an invitation, “This is My Body that was broken for you. Take, eat of it.”
I also think of glass, and hearts, and lives, and spirits.
Of friendships and relationships, and dreams.
And the song which speaks healing truth, “The Potter wants to put you back together again.”
The Potter, the One Who is also the Bread Who was broken.
The One Who allowed Himself to be broken is also the One who repairs, makes new, makes whole what was broken.
Linking up with Lisa Jo and friends at http://www.lisajobaker.com for Five Minute Friday (one day late :-))