(poems go here) To the high school girl, wanting more out of life but never finding it, you are broken, just as I have been
To the man on the street with the brown paper bag, drowning your sorrows in a bottle, you are broken, just like I have been.
To the woman in the strip club dancing to pay for groceries you are broken, just like I have been.
To the liar, whose tongue speaks nothing but fibs, you are broken just as I have been.
To the teenager too scared to say, I NEED HELP, you are broken just as I have been.
To the young man on the internet, looking for love in the eyes of a naked woman, you are broken, just like I have been.
To the high school couple in the backseat of a car, you are broken, just as I have been.
To the teen with a pipe, hiding from the rest of the world, you are broken, just as I have been.
To the divorcing couple, about to sign the paper, make it “official” you are broken, just as I have been.

To the girl looking at all those couples thinking, “maybe I am forever alone” you are broken, just as I have been
To the man putting a couple extra hundreds in his pocket at work, you are broken just as I have been.
To the mom putting her kids through daycare, without knowing their favorite color, cartoon, toy, or anything about them, you are broken just as I have been.

To the kids in the classroom, passing the nerd’s paper, you are broken just as I have been.
To the man on death row, you know what you did was wrong, you are broken just as I have been.
To the wife in another man’s bed tonight, you are broken just as I have been.
To the family, the one that’s splitting because of divorce, or death, you are broken just as I have been.
To the person, crying themselves to sleep at night, you are broken just as I have been.
To the girl leaned over the toilet, adding up the calories, you are broken just as I have been.
To the person sleeping the day away, because the world’s problems are just too much, you are broken just as I have been.
To the homeless child, nowhere to go, a bench to lay your head under, you are broken just as I have been.
I say this all with a heart hurting for the people who haven’t found what God can do. I say this with sorrow, and sadness, but also JOY. Because the fact that you’re reading and the fact you can reach up and feel a pulse-mean you still can choose Him.
Love is real. Love flowed down from a man who came down from the right side of God, to buy us from our fate to be in eternal torture and fire in Hell. Being broken doesn’t make you a bad person, God doesn’t make bad people. Bad people are formed in the world. Sin changes people. Being broken means you have potential. How will you fix your brokenness? What will you mold things back together with? You can grab the bottle of whiskey, but the drunkenness won’t last forever, and the taste it leaves in your mouth won’t be a good one. You can reach for your best friend, but they are broken just as you are. The reality is… we’re all broken. We’re all looking for healing. We’re all searching for something to fix this broken world. To fix ourselves, what is wrong with us? Satan got what he needed. A foothold. That’s all he needed to turn our worlds upside-down. It’s scary. It’s real. Hell is real. Heaven is real. If you say yes to God, you say no to satan. If you say no to God… well, you say yes to satan.( Makes a person rethink their life, right.) You can always reach for your running shoes, but if you plan on fixing things, putting one foot in front another for the purpose of reaching a solid distance, won’t fix what’s broken, it’ll only change how you feel about it. It’s the same with sex. It’s the same with temper tantrums. It’s the same with lying. It’s the same with turning to anything that’s temporary. I don’t know about you, but if a giant pottery vase was broken that was precious to me, I would not grab for an elmer’s glue stick. I’d reach for some super glue, or maybe some gorilla glue. Or maybe, I would find whoever made that vase and have them make a brand new one. It’s the very same with God. We’re all broken. We can reach for those temporary fixes in our lives or we can reach for God. God is standing there with arms wide open, screaming your name, pleading for you to take the grace He offered you, wanting you, seeking you, He wants to save you. Say we reach for something that’s okay to use as a “coping tool”, what about next time we’re broken? What then? What if the “okay” temporary fix doesn’t work. We serve a God that has been here for eternity. ETERNITY. Humble yourself, we weren’t the first ones here, and God will be standing there when the last ones are standing on earths ground. He literally hovered. Yeah, you can’t hover. You know you can’t. But, that’s the awesome part about God. You can’t fix your problems for eternity. You can’t. Life wasn’t designed like that. You literally NEED help. You crave it like a starving person craves to eat anything their fingers can touch. God can help. God wants to help… and the best part is, He isn’t going anywhere. Next time things go south, God is there. God doesn’t run out. God is eternal. God wants your love, your life, your hands, your feet, every part of you; and the best part is… you were paid for already. It’s like walking into a store and grabbing the thing that you wanted most, whatever that may be, and walking out because someone already paid for it. Jesus already paid for you. You were literally bought at a price. So, why wouldn’t you want to trade whatever you are now, for what God intends to make out of you. You can keep going through the pattern of broken to fixed for a minute, broken to fixed for a minute, broken to fixed for a minute.. or you can let God in. When you let God in, that cycle is blown in to nothing. You won’t be broken again because you’ll be FILLED with things eternal, and you’ll find as you throw out more and more of yourself and fill up with more and more of God, things will keep getting better, even if physically they don’t… you have a God that loves broken things. GOD LOVES YOU-BROKEN, SHATTERED, SNAPPED IN HALF, TORN UP, RIPPED UP, BEATEN DOWN…God loves you. Because God didn’t come to save those who’s lives are perfect, but to save the world. “For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through Him.” John 3:17 God would never allow for us to be broken, without the intention of putting us back together as something even better than before.