Even broken things, when graciously put together but the master potter, can become beautiful masterpieces.
Death is like hopes lost. Dreams dashed. Heightened expectations crushed. Death is like a temper. or an addiction. Being dead is like being in sin, being alienated from God and condemned to the harsh consequences of iniquity.
When you set out to execute the bright ideas that pop up in your consciousness, you always meet a dead-end. No matter how hard you try to study for a test, you still ﬂunk it. Or those bright ideas are limited by a debilitating physical illness. You can’t help but feel dead and wimpy. Full of potential. But never deployed.
Do you have a fear of failure that makes you fail the test in your mind before even writing it? You’re already dead before you start living.
It doesn’t have to be the end, however.
Ever since I read Ezekiel’s vision of the dry bones in the Bible, I have been fascinated with God’s ability to bring life to dead things. By the swoosh of the spirit wind, dead bones returned to life.
“Out of the broken cisterns of your past will arise a fountain of hope.”— HOUSEHOLDER
But Ezekiel was not the first to see that. After Job’s faith was tested, he realized that,
“—there is hope for a tree: If it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its new shoots will not fail. Its roots may grow old in the ground and its stump die in the soil, yet at the scent of water it will bud and put forth shoots like a plant.” (Job 14:7-9)
By the spirit. By the scent of water. All symbolisms of the Holy Spirit.
In my three decades in life, I have come to accept that only God can bring life into dead things, through the Spirit.
I am a living testimony that even broken things, when graciously put together but the master potter, can become beautiful masterpieces.
Thankfully, His hands are outstretched, waiting for the prodigal’s embrace.