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“All my favorite people are
broken,” a “last call” lament I now
vaguely remember singing many late nights to the small crowd of left-behinds; emotions properly numbed, defeated and lost, supported
only by the bar’s piano.
How I dreaded those words, “Last
Call!” because I was now forced to leave the false camaraderie that drew all of
us, the left-behinds, to that broken-down little establishment on open mic
night. Grudgingly, fearfully, I trudged
home, and once there, I immediately turned on the radio, stereo, television—anything
to block out the sounds of my breathing, my talking, my coming, my going…my
lonely island sounds.
There are no words to express the
wholehearted, overwhelming gratitude I have for Jesus. Jesus loves the broken. He was broken—because of me, and for me. The
image of His shattered body brings me to my knees and great heaviness to my
heart. But it’s nearly unbearable to believe
His agony of being left behind by the Father.
“Now from the sixth hour there was darkness over all the land unto the
ninth hour. And about the ninth hour
Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, ‘Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?’ That is
to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” Matthew 27:45-46.
Jesus was left behind. For me.
The Father’s abandonment is something I’ll never have to experience because
Jesus was broken and left behind. For
me.
“Oh, I’m running to Your arms, I’m running to
Your arms, the riches of Your love will always be enough, nothing compares to
your embrace, Light of the World, Forever Reign. Jesus.
Jesus.”*
“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in
spirit.” Psalm 34:18.
*Forever Reign, Hillsong United.
