The Journey Home

Periodic Ponderings on God and the World around me.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

The Map

Sitting here today, just thinking back on the ups and downs of my journey thus far.  I have a picture stuck in my head of a huge map with pin points all along the path.  It's exciting to look back and see all the places I've been. It isn't until I look closely though that I realize the only places with pin points seem to be the places in my life I have no desire to return to and would give almost anything to forget.


Under each pin point is a small scrap of paper with a single word written on it. I start to read each  one...pride, lust, control, jealousy, bitterness, profanity, idleness...I can't go on...in my shame I fall to my knees and cry out to my Lord, "Why must you torment me like this, why have you chosen to pin point only the lowest points of my life?"  He just  smiles, puts His hand on my shoulder and says "Come...walk with Me." 


He leads me down a long and familiar road full of rolling hills. As we near the top of the first hill I look ahead and notice  standing there a single cross. He asks "Do you remember this place?"  I answer rather sheepishly "Yes, I think I do, only it appears much different than I recall." He smiles and leads me on. This scenario repeats itself on each subsequent hill until finally we reach a stopping point.  At this time once again He asks "Do you now recognize the places we have been?" Somewhat confused I reply " Yes, but I don't understand I always thought these were the lowest points of my life, why do they each now appear on a hilltop with a cross" The answer comes "My son, what you see as the low points in your life are what I see as the highest points, because it was in these times you called on my Son and received deliverance from the things of this world which had entrapped you. As for the crosses those were the pinpoints on the map which pierced through all of your wrongdoings and sins. When I look at the map I do not see the paper, only the pinpoint."


  • But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong. II Corinthians 12:9-10

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Beautiful Brokenness

I sometimes consider myself a connoisseur of all things old and broken. I guess what I mean by that is I have always found beauty  in what most would consider unsightly,  flawed and beyond repair.

Some of my favorite photos I have taken are of abandoned barns and houses that have seen their better days.  I guess I'm attracted to them because I sense they have a story to tell. I look at the weathered boards, the vines gently creeping up the side and the sun shining it's rays through the cracks and missing slats and I see the story of a life well lived. She tells me a story of when she once housed a loving family or sheltered animals from a storm.  She stands as a reminder and testimony of a life of loving and giving, asking nothing in return.

 I think it's a lot like that with God and us. When we look at ones life through our eyes we see brokenness and flaws, but not God, no He sees A life with a story to tell. A life well lived for Him, a life that shines His glory through each and every crack. American artist Barbara Bloom once noted, "When the Japanese mend broken objects, they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold because they believe that when something's suffered damage and has a history it becomes beautiful." And so it is with God, He picks up the pieces of our broken lives and gently puts them back together filling in each crack and damaged area with His glory and we  then radiate His beauty and stand as a constant reminder and testimony of a loving, faithful God.

Something beautiful, something good
All my confusion He understood
All I had to offer Him was brokeness and strife
But He made something beautiful of my life.

O Praise Him