I'm joining a sort of writing flash mob today. Apparently it's been going on for over a year and I just heard about it and couldn't resist giving it a try and this is why: "It started because I’d been thinking about writing and how often our perfectionism gets in the way of our words. And I figured, why not take 5 minutes and see what comes out: not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing." Yeah. Perfectionism gets in the way of a lot. So here it goes... This weeks prompt is "broken."
The word automatically brings tears to my eyes. I read it and this solemnity falls over me. BROKEN. How do I write about that in five minutes? It's a word that I use so often. Broken. This world is broken. My heart has been broken. If it is broken again, will I recover? Should I spend my one wild life in safety to avoid being broken? And my mind is flashing back now...
I took the bread. I was at a new church. Usually they had the wafers ready for you. Little bite-sized nuggets of the Body. At this church, though, they passed the plate and I had to break off a piece of the unleavened bread for myself. Oh and how that moved me! "My body, broken for you," He said. "Broken so that you might be made whole. Broken so that you never have to fear the brokenness you face. Broken to save and to redeem and to promise you new Life. My body, broken so that you might remember that I am all about making broken things whole. I am all about restoring this world. I am all about saving and loving and healing and comforting. Do this in remembrance of Me! Break this bread and remember that you don't need to protect yourself because I will protect you."
And I take the bread and I remember. And I don't fear being broken.