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Broken Beauty


I knew this was an important dinner.  My mom got out the fancy dishes.  We rarely ate off of the fancy dishes.  They were her grandma’s.  I was young, but I was wise enough to know, without even being told, that I ought to be on my best behavior.  I don’t remember what we were celebrating—but I remember after dinner hearing the sound that you never want to hear after a fancy dinner.  CRACK!  One of those fancy dishes just broke.  My mom has always had the best attitude about such things.  Yes, she was sad—she might of even teared up a little –but she let it roll off her back; choosing to care more about the relationships around the table than the dishes that rested on the table.

We’ve all broken things.  And, even though we know that those broken dishes and broken things are just stuff—it still sucks.  When things break we have a wide range of emotions—but rarely are we happy.

What about the times when it isn’t stuff that breaks?  The basketball world was consumed with the story of Kevin Ware, a player from Louisville, who broke his leg in gruesome fashion during the NCAA basketball tournament.  Broken bones hurt.  They change plans.  But they heal—and they heal stronger than they were before.  Broken hearts hurt too.  Sometimes they heal—sometimes they just grow scar-tissue and you need to find a new normal.  Broken dreams rob us of our future and steal away our hopes.

Being broken sucks.

Our culture today has developed a pretty lucrative market on repairing our brokenness—at least trying to repair it.  We seek surgeries so we don’t have to age.  We seek the latest and greatest technology to cover up the fact that last year’s model didn’t help us escape the way we wanted.  We buy our joy with money we don’t have for things that don’t fulfill to impress people we don’t know.  All of us try to cover our brokenness.

Kintsugi is a form of Japanese art.  It is about repairing the broken.  But, instead of repairing that which is broken to the point which you can’t see the blemish anymore—it accents the cracks.  It highlights them with gold.  This is what resurrection is.  This is what God does!

View beautiful photos of Kintsugi here

In our brokenness, God glues us back together.  But, instead of restoring us to the way we were.  He leaves the lines of His handiwork.  God makes you more beautiful.  This is the story of Jill and Tim.  Their hopes and dreams were shattered when their first born son died in Jill’s womb days before his delivery.  There is nothing that can cover their broken hearts—nothing.  But, instead of running from their pain, they trusted the Creator, stepped into their brokenness, and allowed God to create something beautiful.  In memory of their son, Collin, they established a foundation that walks with other parents who endure similar broken hearts.  Like all of us who suffer loss, we don’t want the memory to be washed away.  Through God’s grace, love, and resurrection, the lines of our brokenness can be highlighted and show us His beauty once again.

You can read a recent newspaper article about Jill and Tim’s foundation, Carrying Tender Angels here.

Learn about CTA here.


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