I love having company. Having people come visit and stay awhile in my home brings me so much joy. I thank God for the spirit of hospitality. I am grateful that I GET to make others feel comfortable, welcomed, and loved in my home. There is definitely joy in serving others. Be hospitable to one another without complaint. As each one has received a special gift, employ it in serving one another as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.
(I Peter 4:9-10)
A couple of weeks ago some college friends came to visit. They flew into Atlanta from California and Dallas. We went down to Tuskegee University to pick up my friend’s daughter. The weather was warm and sunny that weekend. We had a wonderful time laughing, talking, and singing on the way down to Tuskegee, Alabama. It felt like old times at Olivia Davidson Hall; the dorm that I lived in my freshman year at Skegee, Fall 1988.
The night before they left, we got in a little late. We had done a lot of running around and it was really hot that day. (in the 90’s) We had gone to the mall and to two restaurants, The Real Milk and Honey and The Sugar Factory located in Atlanta, Georgia. I was very tired after the long day, so when we got home, I told everyone “good night,” went upstairs, took my shower and got ready for bed. I needed to get my rest because I had to go to work the next day and teach my little first graders. Before going to bed, I said my prayers, and wrote in my women’s prayer/devotional journal.
Within about 15 minutes of getting in the bed, I heard a loud CRASH! It sounded like someone had dropped a glass or bowl or something. I got out of bed and walked slowly down the stairs. As I got to the end of the stairs, I glanced on the floor and saw that my white, creme, and gold vase was shattered into pieces; big and little broken pieces. My friend proceeded to tell me how it happened and her daughter apologized for breaking the vase. She went to the pantry and got the dustpan and broom. She picked up the big pieces with her hands and swept up the smaller pieces.
As I watched her put the broken pieces of my vase into the garbage can one by one, I began to think about “brokenness” as it relates to our Christianity. Words that come to my mind as it relates to brokenness include: imperfection, heartbreak, or flawed. One of the definitions of the word “broken,” includes… having been fractured or damaged and no longer in one piece or in working order.
We are all broken in one way or another. The good news is that we have a Savior that wants to make us whole again. He is the only one that can heal our broken state and make us whole; the state of being perfectly well in body, soul, (mind, will, and emotions) and spirit.
For it is written…
The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
Let us surrender to God and allow Him to make us whole.
The goal is to be whole!