So went the Sixties love ballad. But now God has a heartbreak of much greater importance for us, one needed for our spiritual growth.
For the closer we get to fulfilling God’s goal for us—to be His fully matured sons and daughters—the more is our need to be broken.
Call it self-protection, but we in our original state harden at heartbreak. We squirm away from suffering. Because the history of mankind is painted with pain, we sequester ourselves, building turrets on our castles of consciousness.
We are careful each day to put on man’s armor to protect us from the myriad souls who would rifle through our defenses with their troubles. If we were not hardened, we feel we would weep and lament for the needs of humanity. As medics in a MASH style hospital in Vietnam, we had to harden our hearts just to make it through another day of death and human destruction.
But now our Example arrives on the scene of our existence. He is Christ our King, the great Healer and Creator of the heavens and the earth and all that therein is. We see Him walking about humbly, a broken man, a man of grief and suffering. He was a man of sorrows—our sorrows. He looked out and observed faithless men, and He suffered, knowing what the world would go through.
He knew all this, but how would He get man to begin to love and be merciful to each other? He would first exhibit the greatest love in the world: To die for another. Thus, He left us an example “that we should follow His steps.” He would deliver us and command us to “present our bodies a living sacrifice.” In so doing, the seed of agape Love, which is God, would germinate by faith, and that Seed would grow into “trees of righteousness.” We are those trees, my brothers and sisters.
But before all of this happening, the ground of our hearts must be broken up to receive the Seed. The hardened ground of pride will not bear any kind of spiritual fruit.
And so it goes. Most men prattle on. Their grudges grow into granite walls. And there man lies down for the last time, the only thing left is a helpless granite slab, never to be remembered again, lost in a tomb of dust with no hope, except the Resurrection.
Believing this brings a broken humility which God rewards with grace. We all should ask Him for brokenness. God is near to those of a broken heart. That’s where we will find Him. Kenneth Wayne Hancock