Kintsugi – Crooked Sticks

Greetings Dear Reader,

I have written before about the fact that we are all “crooked sticks”.  This is a term I learned from my pastor and it is so fitting.  We are all flawed.  We are all cracked and broken in so many ways.

This Piece by Lakeside Pottery
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It is through the brokenness that we find our need for Christ.  It is in the flaws that we find our connection to him.  As always Christ provides the example of what comes from being broken.  He was beaten and broken for our sins.  By his wound we are healed. 

Everything about his being broken was so that he could mend us.  We are the crooked sticks and he hung on the tree made of beams.  We are the shattered pottery and he was broken to become the precious metal to knit us together.

Without Christ I am only the shattered shards that one would discard as refuse.  With Christ I can be knit back together flaws and all into what only he can design.  He is the precious metal and the artist that transforms me into something beautiful.

Broken – Lifehouse

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight

Maybe it can stop tomorrow, from stealing all my time

And I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts

I am damaged at best like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart; I'm barely breathing

With a broken heart that's still beating

In the pain there is healing

In your name I find meaning

So I'm holding on

I'm holding on

I'm holding on

I'm barely holding on to you

The broken locks were a warning You got inside my head

I tried my best to be guarded; I'm an open book instead

And I still see your reflection inside of my eyes

That are looking for purpose; they’re still looking for life

I'm falling apart

I'm barely breathing

With a broken heart

That's still beating

In the pain (In the pain)

Is there healing?

In your name (In your name)

I find meaning

So I'm holding on (I'm still holding)

I'm holding on (I'm still holding)

I'm holding on (I'm still holding)

I'm barely holding on to you

I'm hanging on another day

Just to see what you will throw my way

And I'm hanging on to the words you say

You said that I will be okay

Broken lights on the freeway

Left me here alone

I may have lost my way now

I haven't forgotten my way home

I'm falling apart

I'm barely breathing

With a broken heart

That's still beating

In the pain (In the pain)

There is healing

In your name (In your name)

I find meaning

So I'm holding on (I'm still holding)

I'm holding on (I'm still holding)

I'm holding on (I'm still holding)

I'm barely holding on to you

I'm holding on (I'm still holding)

I'm holding on (I'm still holding)

I'm holding on (I'm still holding)

I'm barely holding on to you

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."