Five Minute Friday…No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
Today’s Word Prompt is “Broken”.
GO.
(This is a true story!)
She stumbles in, bruised, bleeding, badly beaten. “I am innocent, please take me in. They falsely accuse me and seek my very life.”
“This is The Church, a hospital for the Broken, we can help you, please come inside.”
“Lord, shouldn’t we read her the Ten Commandments, show her all the rules, the ‘thou-shalt-nots’?”
“Love her, let her grow, love her some more.” He says, with pain and remembrance in His eyes.
The Church stands beside her. They do as the Lord commands. They love her, they do not condemn, nor do they judge her. She blossoms under the compassion and attention. She grows daily from the diet of the Word.
It isn’t long before she is ready to face her accusers. Acquitted she comes back to “The Hospital”.
But she is no longer “Broken”.
She is now a Wounded Healer.
She stands at the door and greets the Broken, “This is The Church, a hospital for the Broken, we can help you, please come inside…”
STOP.
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Thank you so much!! It’s a great week! I have been in a crazy whirlwind! As you can see I didn’t finish Prayer Breaths. 🙁 I wrote this at 12:30 when I got back up and couldn’t sleep. Loved your post today!!!
Thank you Ceil, loved yours as well today. It was a blessing indeed! Thank you for your support and encouragement! I am trying to be shorter…ha, I mean say more with less words!! 🙂 Blessings!
An emergency room for the hurting…we had better be that!! Not just a band-aid station but an actual healing station. You are right, we were all on the other side, hurt and broken! Thank you for that insight Elizabeth! ♥
Hey Sister. I have been praying for you this week. I love your broken story!
Hi Nannette! What a beautifully crafted story. A turn-around to becoming a great witness and support to the broken. What more could God ask us to do?
Great post, my friend!
A beautiful depiction of what the church should be!
Here in StL, I have friends who are planting a church. Their dream is for the church to be exactly this – a place for the broken, where we can love them, not judge them, and with that love, build them up to be what they never thought they might – healers for future broken people. Haven’t we ALL been those broken people? If we’re no longer broken, surely it was with love that someone came and showed us healing.
Beautiful! A great (and early) start to Friday 🙂