Brokeness is a powerful thing.
Strength and grace and hope are friends with brokeness.
I heard brokeness on the phone last night, in the voice of a friend who has walked a dark and lonely path. That path hasn't led to the life he had hoped for, but it has led to brokeness, where humility and honesty engulfed him. He couldn't help but be honest. And he couldn't help but be humble. Honesty and humility are the key components of faith. And faith releases the strength, grace, and hope of God. And I could hear those in his voice too.
So often we try to be superheros who have our problems licked. Our lives are put together, complete, and solid. When we've got it all together - or pretend like we've got it all together - or strive to get it all together - we distance ourselves from God. We end up on our own, self-reliant, and cut off.
And it's all a facade anyway. Pride says that I can make it on my own. And dishonesty says that I have no sin. And that takes me far, far away from God.
But then a plane crashes into the building. And brokeness ensues. And eventually, if we respond not as superheros but rather as orphans, humility and honesty begin to emerge out of the rubble of brokeness.
Where humility and honesty is, faith is.
And where faith is, God is.
And where God is, strength and grace and hope are.