My friend, may I ask you a question? Once I reached the rugged reality of my pain and suffering, had I found a level of grace and comfort in the fact that others had gone there and survived quite well? Did it make all the difference in recovering with patience?
My friend, life's a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I'm Mark Brunner.
I belong to the Fellowship of the Broken Arm. We have no website or membership fee to pay, however. People who belong have simply broken an arm. Years ago, Holly and I went on a camping trip. I slipped getting out of the canoe and broke my left arm. Holly, being the nurse she is, set the break temporarily and took me to a local hospital. They reset it again and cast it. When we got home from the trip I visited by doctor and, guess what? He set it again. It had been a painful few days as I returned to my job in cast and sling. I remember feeling a bit awkward and embarrassed about the whole thing until I ran into Al, a coworker. “Broke your left arm, huh? Did that a couple of years ago.” He went on to explain how and where. Before long I felt a bond to Al, almost worth the pain. I was now part of a special club: people who were clumsy enough to have broken an arm. It almost seemed worth the pain to have been chosen?
Once I reached the rugged reality of my pain and suffering, I found a level of grace and comfort in the fact that others had gone there and survived quite well. It made all the difference in recovering with patience.
Oswald Chambers writes. “…Why shouldn’t we go through heartbreaks? . . . God is opening up ways of fellowship with His Son. Most of us fall and collapse at the first grip of pain; we sit down on the threshold of God’s purpose and die away of self-pity, . . . But God will not. He comes with the grip of the pierced hand of His Son, and says — ‘Enter into fellowship with Me; arise and shine.’ If through a broken heart God can bring His purposes to pass in the world, then thank Him for breaking your heart.” (My Utmost for His Highest, October 31)
The Apostle Paul writes: “Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own…” When I first broke my arm I felt pretty sorry for myself. I had gone through a lot of pain. You start to feel you’re the only one. However, when I entered the fellowship of other accident prone people who had suffered as me, my uniqueness faded away and the pain now a badge of belonging, was not only bearable, but necessary to membership. You and I as Christians belong to a fellowship no less stringent and every bit as painful, the fellowship of Christ. There is only one requirement for belonging, brokenness. Without that you just suffer the pain of living through the calamities of life in a broken state that leads to self pity, nothing more. I had found comfort meeting Al and sharing our mutual pain. Meeting Christ is no different. His pain becomes ours and ours his. It’s a rugged reality God uses to draw us into a close and blessed fellowship with him. These is no other way.
We pray. Heavenly Father, thank you for allowing suffering in our lives so that we might become a part of the Fellowship of Jesus Christ, our suffering Savior. Forgive us Lord when we complain in wonder as to why bad things happen to us, even those things that are painful and breaking. These are but part of the membership fee paid by Jesus himself. In Jesus name we pray. Amen!
Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.
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