Does a broken pot ever get filled again? This week I’m taking five minutes with the Five Minute Friday #fmfparty gang to write unedited on a theme sent out by Kate Motaung. The word-prompt today is FILL.
I can’t believe how clumsy I’ve been this week. Somehow as I held that flimsy plastic bottle, it came right out of my hands, sputtering and splurting water all over the kitchen, and as it lay prostrate at my feet, it continued to gush it’s contents all over the floor. (Best wash that floor has had in too long!) I got there eventually, with a full glass, but not without a bit of drama.
Only days before I’d been on the way to the office kitchen and stopped at my boss’s cubicle for a catch-up. Absent-mindedly, as you do, balanced the empty mug on the corner of the partition. He said after it had happened, ‘You know when you see someone do something, and think, “that’s not a great idea”, and then before you can say anything…’ Yes, shards of shattered ‘favourite mug’ all over the carpet. That one’s not going to be filled again any time soon.
So how to we get filled, as broken vessels? Are we so shattered that there’s no hope of ever feeling the brimming overflow? Do we stay there on the floor, in a million pieces, useless to anyone, or do we let our Maker pick up every shard, carefully piecing us together and taking us away? The analogy ends there – the mug is no more.
But I am still carefully held… and bit by bit, find myself more whole, more healed, and more carried than ever before. The first flow of God’s touch in my life seems to go everywhere – perhaps spilling over the edges, falling straight through the cracks…
… it’s hard to imagine wholeness again after some shattering life events. We can barely believe that God’s power to heal and restore stretches that far – as far as our deep brokenness. But we are touched by God’s life and healing power. It is transformative. It does mend us – though doesn’t erase the scars of our battles – those battles are redeemed, and we find ourselves ‘wounded healers’ – those who can gently touch and minister to the scars of others. That’s when the filling turns to overflow, and God’s life is shared and multiplied among us. Let us never look at our lives, or our past experiences as irredeemable, shattered and irreparable. God is bigger than all of that!