God broke my heart today.
I dared to peek. Dared to look around a little. Dared to hear the raw weeping of this world.
And He responded to my courage by shattering my rose-tinted glasses.
He didn’t apologise.
It was all God’s fault anyway….
I was looking for light words of affirmation in His Book, and instead I found myself being shaken to the core by the gentle power of an uncomfortably and unashamedly uncompromising letter:
“For Christ’s love compels us…
All this is from God, who reconciled us to Himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation: that God was reconciling the world to Himself in Christ…
And He has committed to us the message of reconciliation.
We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us.” *
And then, as my eyes took in these stirring words, my ears picked up this spine-tingling song that played in the background:
“Open up my eyes to the things unseen.
Show me how to love like You have loved me.
Break my heart with what breaks Yours…” **
An older gentleman wept as he told me of the death of a friend, just 3 days ago. His voice trembled, his tears shuddered down, and my heart ached for his pain.
A family member took the blows of another’s unfair and irrational words, and the blade of grief stabbed my heart so that it bled.
A friend lost her precious baby to illness and death, and my heart helplessly cracked a little more.
Yes, God broke my heart today.
Just enough so that He could fill the crack with His deep and gentle love.
And suddenly, I knew that this will always be my privilege and my prayer.
Break my heart.
Yes, may my heart keep breaking with the opening of new crevasses, so that it cannot help but spill love from these cracks and overflow out into this world.
Break my heart, God, with the things that break Yours.
Break my heart.
© Emma McGeorge 2014
* II Corinthians 14, 18-20
** “Hosanna” by Brooke Fraser