God Can Mend a Broken Heart

Let me begin this post by saying that I never meant for this to be a “preachy” site or something I could use to force Christianity upon anyone. However I am a Christian. The teachings of Christ are what I believe in and they are the source of my strength. I can not help that it shines through in my everyday life. I do not apologize for it. I simply state it so that all will know where I stand. The fact of the matter is I came to a place in my life when I knew I did not measure up to God’s standard. When I looked at the character qualities that He called good, righteous, and holy, I simply did not see myself. I had lied, I had not always honored my father and mother, I had not loved the Lord God with all my heart, soul, and mind. I was a sinner. I knew I deserved judgement. All seemed hopeless to me. But then the veil was lifted. I saw my hero for the first time. It was as if Jesus Christ rode in victoriously on a steed called Love. His shield, forged from the mercy of God, covered me and protected me from the Enemy who wanted to destroy me. He then brandished His sword, Grace, and He crushed the sting of Death and Hell. He gave me a new heart with new desires and He gave to me a new life.

Earlier this year my family received a dizzying blow. My fifteen year old cousin was killed. I will not go into the details here but suffice it to say that it was an accident and his passing was untimely. My aunt has mourned his death and has wondered why this had to happen to her son. My other family members have not gone unscathed in this. Tyler’s death has caused them to wonder about God, death, life, the afterlife, and the meaning of it all. He was an upstanding young man whose potential was unfathomable. How could this happen? Where was God? However through this darkness it seems that a light has dawned. God has raised up His voice and proclaimed once again (albeit for a different reason) “Let there be light!” A change has come over my family. A change that involves…joy. God is beginning to heal the hurt. No wound goes without it’s time of pain and tenderness. But the pain does subside. Strength does return. So it is with my family’s wound. Now my aunt, her siblings, and others have a new excitement about what God is doing and will do in their lives. They know that this life is not all there is. They are beginning to see the fringes of God’s Kingdom. They are beginning to realize that there is more to life than just what we see.

What is the moral of this story? I enjoy studying and debating apologetics and theology. It’s my delight to study the difficult passages and seek out their meaning so that I might defend the Christian faith. But now I have seen a great truth demonstrated before my eyes. There is no argument or evidence in favor of Christianity that brings with it the same power and impact as the testimony of a broken heart that was mended.

“The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me; because the Lord hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound.” Isaiah 61:1

—Josh H.

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