A broken & contrite heart

Sometimes it's easy to be transparent...up to a point. It's not that hard to 'fess up to things that others already know about us.

But the hidden stuff we don't want to admit even to ourselves? Not so easy. Everything inside balks at real confession. We are too afraid, too stubborn, too prideful, too selfish, too full of deceit to want to agree with God over the depth of our sinfulness.

To do so would break us. Utterly and completely. We fear that shattering, find it unnecessary, and prefer to minimize and rationalize our sin.

But we have the assurance that our God will not despise a broken and contrite heart. It is only through seemingly irrepairable brokenness and grief, and the lowliest humility that accompanies such despair, that we can ever become truly whole.

Only when we reach the utter end of ourselves will we be able to truly rejoice in the amazing scandal of grace.


-- Post From My iPhone