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Beautiful jar of dirt and clay
Vessel of beauty, formed by His Grace,
Broken and scattered, now
I am
Every strewn piece
Preaches the sermon
Whole and gathered, still,
You are!
You are!
Broken
And Whole, My Lord,
Is the only gift of myself
I have whereby
To love You
Then
He spread out His flesh, torn and bleeding,
And said:
Eat, my body,
Drink, my blood
—Brian K. Wilcox
“To be humble is to balance midway on the spiritual tightrope between the knowledge of our extraordinary blessedness and our very real brokenness. … To be humble is to live the paradox of our blessed and broken natures, to know that matter matters, that flesh carries spirit, that the Christian life is discovered at the precise meeting place of the human and the divine. To practice humility is to live deeply into this paradoxical truth, to lift one-self to the mountaintop of prayer and aspiration and to embrace the lowly valleys of our own abjection.”
—Wendy M. Wright, "Little Things: A Meditation in Three Parts," Weavings, Jan-Feb 2003
For Reflection
In what ways do you sense your brokenness? Your wholeness?
How is this paradox mirrored in Christ?
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