Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue. ~Eugene O’Neill
We are born hollering, already aware of our brokenness – our emptiness evident from the first breath, each tiny air sac bursting with the air of a fallen world that is never quite enough to satisfy.
The rest of our days are spent filling up our empty spaces: whether alveoli or stomach or synapse hungry for knowledge; still hollering and heart broken.
So we mend and are mended through healing another, sewn up by knitting together the scraggly fragments of lives, becoming the crucial glue boiled from His gifted Grace, all empty holes made holy when filled to brimming so wholly.
He told them this parable: “No one tears a piece out of a new garment to patch an old one. Otherwise, they will have torn the new garment, and the patch from the new will not match the old. ~Luke 5:36-37
…awakening the mind’s attention to the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us; an inexhaustible treasure, but for which, in consequence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes, yet see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand… ~Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Biographia Literaria, Vol. II
My life brims with holes and tears that I attempt to mend by slapping on bandaids that don’t stick to the sides of the wounds. I try fixing what is gaping with iron-on patches, or darning until midnight, or whipping stitches through frayed cloth.
My efforts are futile. The edges cannot hold no matter how I try to bring them together myself. I am dust, as is what I’m trying to repair.
Jesus tells me to quit trying to save the old – the dusty old laws, the old rituals, the old ways of doing things – and to embrace the brand new life that He offers, not use it as superglue to patch up the old life.
What I’m trying to hold on to ~ the comfortable, the familiar, the traditional ~ is no match with what is to come.
May my eyes see, my ears hear, my heart understand. He prepares me with parable.