It is the fifth day of Christmas and I’ve been reading Brennan Manning’s The Ragamuffin Gospel, which inspired me to write the following riff about the vulnerability of God, a vulnerability manifested in the Cross.
There is a deep connection between the brutal marks engraved on the vulnerable and naked body of the Son of God and the brokenness and brutality of my heart long vulnerable to sin. It is in bearing this brutality to the shedding of his blood that Jesus claimed my brutal heart as his own. And now, what was once the house of the unholy has become the sacred ground of his advancing victory. I stand in awe of God, and of my God claimed brokenness, as his broken hands continue to reach forth to tame and heal the brutal beasts of my soul.