A Shattered Vase and Other Broken Stuff

Posted by admin in May 13th, 2010
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I hate it when things break! Especially stuff I can’t fix! After my Grandma died my Mom gave me a box of her things. I went through it and found a lovely delicate bud vase—clear crystal with little vine etchings. Really nice and it was special to me. It was important because it came from my Grandma, but also because of its age and beauty. I decided to use it one day against my better judgment and I put a perfect yellow rose bud in it. I’d look at it throughout the day and admired the rose, the vase and then thought fondly of my Grandma. The thing must have been at least eighty years old, if not older.

One night Big D was helping me fix dinner and when he reached over to turn the water off I heard the crash. I didn’t even need to look around; I knew what it was. I heard the shattering of glass and the sick sound of water dripping off the cabinet. I hate it when things break! Especially irreparable, irreplaceable things. Daryl felt badly. But I still haven’t gotten over it. Isn’t that one of the symptoms of OCD?

We have a lamp upstairs that broke recently. That lamp is 15 years old! I should just give up on it and go buy a new one, but I’m trying to fix it. I can’t get all the parts to cooperate however. Maybe it’s fixable, but just not by me.

And as much as I hate when stuff breaks, nothing is worse than broken relationships. Those are the worst breaks of all. There’s a gnawing that comes along with broken relationships; a kind of rawness that never quite goes away. It’s a tear in the fabric of who we are, so it doesn’t usually mend nicely. It makes me think of that old Jimmy Ruffin song, “What Becomes of the Brokenhearted?”

“The fruits of love grow all around. But for me they come a tumblin’ down. Every day heartaches grow a little stronger; I can’t stand this pain much longer.

“I walk in shadows searching for light; cold and alone, no comfort in sight. Hoping and praying for someone to care. Always moving and goin’ nowhere.”

“What becomes of the brokenhearted who had love that’s now departed? I know I’ve got to find some kind of peace of mind. Maybe.”

Ooow. Brokenhearted. Funny term and yet so clear a description. That’s how it feels, isn’t it? Like your heart is broken and sometimes you can’t even breathe…or worse…each breath hurts.

Relationships are tough. They can be the greatest source of joy as well as the greatest source of sorrow. I’ve seen parents whose child’s life choices have broken their hearts. I’ve seen spouses whose hearts were shattered because of an unfaithful partner that said, “I love this person more than you.” I’ve seen kids who were brokenhearted because their love for a parent was cast aside for wrong priorities like careers, success, money or just plain disinterest. So what does become of the brokenhearted?

How do we heal when it seems all hope is lost and the breach in relationships has gone beyond repair? Perhaps we’ll never heal completely, but the pain just gets a little less each day, not so intense. I don’t know, does it ever really go away? Then I think of Jesus…and what he said in Luke chapter four. The story goes like this:

“And Jesus returned in the power of the Spirit to Galilee (he had just come from being tempted in the desert): and there his fame went out through all the region round about. And he taught in their synagogues, and was praised by everyone for his knowledge and ability. (Popular and liked).

“And he came to Nazareth, where he had been brought up: and, as his custom was, he went into the synagogue on the Sabbath day, and stood up to read. The book of Isaiah was handed to him. He opened the book, found the place where this was written and read,

“‘The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he has sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set free those that are bruised, and to preach the acceptable year of the Lord.’

“He closed the book, and he gave it back to the minister, and sat down. The eyes of all them that were in the synagogue were fastened on him. He began to say to them, ‘This day this Scripture is fulfilled right in front of your very eyes.’ And all bore him witness, and wondered at the gracious words which proceeded out of his mouth.” (Still popular and liked).

But then, fickle as human beings are, the crowd turned against him and relationships began to break. In fact, the very crowd that had heard him read in the synagogue that day decided he wasn’t all that great and tried to kill him BY PUSHING HIM OFF A CLIFF!

Jesus said, “A prophet isn’t accepted in his own hometown.”

One minute they are diggin’ him and the next minute they’re wantin’ to kill him.

If anyone knows the complicated and fragile nature of human relationships, Jesus DOES! But he doesn’t just understand, he actually came to this earth to help us deal with difficulties, like say, a broken heart.

What becomes of the brokenhearted? How do we heal a broken heart?

Psalms 34:18 “The LORD is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed.”

Psalms 147:3, “He heals the brokenhearted and bandages their wounds.”

Poor Jimmy Ruffin, his song goes on to say, “I’ll be searching everywhere just to find someone to care. I’ll be looking every day; I know I’m gonna find a way. Nothings gonna stop me now. I’ll find a way somehow. I’ll be searching everywhere.” But truth is very seldom found in a pop song. We don’t have to search everywhere to find someone to care.

Jesus came to bind up the brokenhearted. He came to put bandages on our wounds and to free us from the long-term effects of bruising. And because he suffered in human relationships, he knows how to minister to us and to help us with the healing process. He’s how we deal with a broken heart. He’s able to heal the brokenhearted and it’s part of the reason he came. Peace.

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396. big sister said,
May 13th, 2010 at 12:46 pm

Thanks for sharing. It’s true – our broken heartedness comes in many forms and sizes HOWEVER, I am so grateful and thankful that my God’s healing of the broken heartedness comes in ‘one size fits all’ – whether it’s an instantaneous work or a work in progress (a process of sorts) I wouldn’t want to try to live life without Him and His healing restorative power. PRAISE BE TO GOD!

397. Lisa said,
May 14th, 2010 at 12:17 pm

Thanks, Teri…I needed that one today!

399. deb said,
May 17th, 2010 at 9:16 am

What do you do when you broke a relationship and you don’t know what you did to break it? Or you didn’t know you broke it in the first place. And when you do realize it, you don’t know what to do….

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