By Becky Corbin. Becky is a junior sociology major at Oklahoma State University with a passion for telling others about The Father’s heart.
There are things I don’t want to thank Jesus for. Not yet, at least.
Entire seasons of my life feel like wasted energy and pain. Desert seasons of doubt and hurt. Wandering. Heartbreak. Sin. Addiction. Despite knowing the character of my God, there are things I hold onto with white knuckles, because praising Him does not suit the mood of my soul, or the heavy weight of the circumstances. Divorce. Death. Separation. Brokenness.
The realities of a fallen world are grizzly- lots of broken people walking around with sharp edges, brushing too close to one another, causing wounds and leaving scars. From the first opportunity, we have fought to take our lives into our own hands, and trusted our competencies more than our Creator’s. We chose sin over God, and we now walk in the ripples of our fallen fathers and mothers, while subsequently adding our own chords and melodies to the symphony of grief.
“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who by God’s power are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.” 1 Peter 1:3-5
The good news of the gospel is that this cycle of endless brokenness was intercepted and interrupted by Jesus Christ. He ruined funerals and opened blind eyes- He restored wandering sons and drove demons from the desolate. He offered a way out of hopelessness, and into relationship and intimacy with our Father God. In a world of promising distractions He gives us an alternative to destruction, and brings healing to the wounds we decided to accommodate. He casts out shame by loving us at our worst, and redeems even the darkest of our days. He is the Good Shepherd who chases lost sheep, our Hosea that buys us back, and our Jesus, who meets us at our tax collector-worst. He opens His hands to offer to me this unbelievable salvation that cost Him everything, and I realize that all I have to offer pales in comparison. This is the Good News, the story written into the DNA of man that puts all other stories to shame, and the redeemed narrative of my life.