From the time Adam and Eve first ate the forbidden fruit, this has been a broken world. I guess that it will remain so until Jesus comes again.
Does it seem to you that the older you get the more often you notice the brokenness? I don’t know if the brokenness is getting worse or if I’m just more broken myself that I recognize it more. Maybe it’s just that the brokenness has always been there, I’m just more in tune with it and in some ways more accepting of it. I don’t mean that I get used to it, because I don’t. I hate it more than ever. It almost makes me angry sometimes.
I think that things are going “my way” and then brokenness shows up. Either I fail or someone around me fails and it affects me. It comes in all shapes and sizes. There are the little things like stuff breaking and not working like it did when we bought it. Then there are the big things like family break-ups, envy, murder, sickness, and that list could go for a while.
What’s the answer to dealing with brokenness in this life? Do we ignore it and hope it goes away? Do we try and fix it? I mean, when I break something at my house, I try and fix it. In fact, my work is kind of a “fix it” work. Part of what I do is try and help people fix their brokenness. Isn’t that ironic? That’s kind of like allowing a broken car work on itself. Let the misfit try and help other misfits make it through this broken world. Sounds really strange.
What are some remedies for this broken world? I know some I could give, but I’d like to hear from you guys.
