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Five Minute Friday: Broken

I went to Good Friday service at my church this evening and couldn't help but think of today's word. As the passages from John were read about the crucifixion, I thought about how Jesus' body suffered on that cross. How his spirit may have been broken when He asked why God had forsaken him. How His mother's heart must have been broken when she saw her son hanging there.

Earlier in the day I watched the latest episode of the History Channel's "The Bible". Jesus broke the bread, gave it to his disciples and said, "Take, eat, this is my body which is broken for you." I'll take part in this sacrament on Sunday and hear these words again and think of  how all of this breaking was done to save us. Save us from ourselves and our sin. Save us from our broken spirits and broken hearts.

So often I feel so broken, my heart hurting so that I don't know how it still beats. So broken that I don't feel qualified to write this blog and to help others with their broken hearts. But on this Good Friday, I hope my words do help someone who has a broken spirit and a broken heart to know that Jesus Christ gave his life so that we could have eternal life and He is the healer of all that is broken.


  1. Found your blog from the 5 Minute Friday link up.... I understand the whole "sometimes I don't feel qualified to write". Amazing isn't it? How God takes broken people and calls them for His service. I suppose it helps us understand that we so need Him!

  2. I could really relate to this, especially what you wrote about not feeling qualified to help others, when so broken yourself. Great post


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