Scripture Reading: Psalm 31
“It’s hard to believe that Jesus is the Solid Rock when the world you’ve lived your whole life in has cracked beneath you into a thousand pieces. You can’t tell if everything is still half-broken or if it’s half-repaired, and hope is a scary concept when life has been full of false starts and crushing disappointments.”
The setting was typical and familiar–a small church on a quiet street in an urban neighborhood, family members assembled along with friends of the deceased as well as the decedent’s family, and a sampling of ministers that know by heart the ins and outs of just such moments in time. Most gathered to remember a long life well lived. I joined them in order to honor a friend who was also the son of the woman that had passed. Somewhere in the mix of singing and testifying and Scripture reading came the prayer for comfort by one of the clergy present, evidently chosen for the task because he had known the woman for many years. He spoke as much to the family as he did to God, but said a curious thing in the portion of his prayer addressed to the Father: “If you drop something and break it you meant to break it, because you can surely drop it without breaking it.”
We are all broken in one way or another; the key decision of life surrounds who we allow to put us back together and according to what pattern. It is good to think about our brokenness, not just in broad strokes that we are accustomed to doing on the rare occasion when something rattles us about ourselves, but in great detail like an archeologist dusting off and tagging ancient artifacts rescued from a dig. Like detecting dirt hiding in folds of skin that are prominent but no longer useful, we approach our task of remembering so that we may relinquish all our broken pieces, not in effort to become a different person but the individual we were created to be. Fermentation is a process of turmoil; chaos appears to rule in-between crushing and leavening, but the outcome when guided by a master vintner can be beautiful. This is especially difficult for me because I abhor chaos, preferring sameness, routine, predictability. I apologize frequently to my wife for being boring. She smiles, assures me I’m not, and I go on being dull–Jan Karon’s Father Tim in real life. The joy of living is in acknowledging in grand detail the cracks in our pots, and allowing the Potter to recast us into what he had in mind to begin with.