I wrote this spoken word titled “Broken” after spending some time fasting during the season of Lent. I have been reading through a book where the author describes sin as a “brokenness” that needs to be repaired. I pray that this form of art would stir your affections for Christ!

God. Man. Broken.

In the garden Adam and his bride once lived pure in life, but their eyes chose pride and everything was broken.

Israel. The chosen people of God. Delivered from their captors but could not deal with their factors of wandering, grumbling, complaining, fumbling. Everything was broken.

Centuries passed. Kingdoms and prophets rose and fell. Time would not give us space to tell.

Of David, a man after God himself! Solomon the wise who had wisdom to tell! Jeremiah, the voice in exile’s lament. But kingdoms rose, and prophets went. Everything was broken.

This broken that permeated since that garden fall. This problem, this stench, smelled by all. Something is broken, something’s not right. We hate our neighbors, we hate God, against Him do we fight!

For example, remember David? The heart seeker of God? The one thought to bring peace by his shepherd’s rod? The lust of his eyes desired a woman not his own, that broken we’re talking about, it overcame him and destroyed his throne.

For example, Solomon the wise, the sage of all days. Well the broken got into his heart and made his heart go thousands of different ways.

So “repent!” the prophets cried! “Turn away and live! The broken that you harbor—life it does not give!”

But you see, the brokenness was so broken indeed. It leaked into every corner, every city and every street. Every man, woman, and child turned inward and not up, the broken seemed like it was winning—but God would not give up.

So for 400 years—silence, and quiet. The voice of God had gone, the stillness has been too long, “Where are you?” cried the faithful “We need to hear your voice!” became their song.

“This broken has run its course, it has damaged all it touched. 400 years, O God, your silence is deafening, the quiet is too much!”

God. Man. Broken. The lost becoming loster still, the faithful just wept in the dust.

Until one evening, this unending silence of God was forever changed by a silent night.

The angels sang loudly, the shepherds quaked in fright. “Glory to God!” they sang “On you shines a great light!”

You see God had not forgotten his people. His years of silence, though long, would soon be like a memory, like an old childhood song.

The brokenness that plagued every woman and every man, every fabric of the ocean and every grain of sand? This brokenness would be broken by God who broke in as the blameless son of man!

This son of man who came as a helpless babe—not a king or wise sage. This man grew, mature, and aged.

Some of you know him as the healer of the blind, the feeder of the crowd—the shaker of the temple and humbler of the proud.

Jesus was his name, redemption his mission! “My son in who I’m pleased!” said God, “to him you should listen!”

But this Jesus was not who anyone expected. A reigning king? Loved and accepted? No. Jesus lived on earth despised and rejected.

One who would defeat the romans and liberate his land? No. Jesus spent time with sinners and defended prostitutes as he wrote in the sand.

A messiah strong and great, who would change our earthly fate? No, Jesus was something different—something lowly and humble in estate.

Even his disciples could not discern his will. “Where do we buy bread Jesus?” and “did you really make that storm still?”

The religious leaders hated him, and through riddles they baited him. But Jesus knew their heart, their motives from the start, and tore all their conceptions of God the Father wide apart!

The whores? He defended. The sinners? He loved. God the Father was his portion, and God the Spirit rested on him like a dove.

“Come to me!” Jesus beckoned. “Find rest for your soul! I am bread! I am water! It’s like eating from a bottomless bowl!”

But still, some would not come—because that broken inside them, well it thought it won.

You know that brokenness that stained every heart since the garden? Well that brokenness put a price on our heads that required pardon.

You see this “brokenness” is not some obscure state of being. God’s word calls it “sin” and it’s reigning in both you and me.

When you hate your neighbor, when you lust and choose to be fake? The world calls that “no problem” or just a “one time mistake.” But our holy God calls that brokenness “sin” and a power that needs to break!

Jesus did not come to merely show us a good example. There was a prize to be won and enemy to be trampled!

You see those religious leaders that hated Jesus the Christ? By the hands of Judas they came and arrested him by night.

Did Jesus resist? Fight back? Or get hotter? No Jesus went willingly, like a lamb to the slaughter. The image of innocence being dragged now like a thief, all the while his accusers were breathing murderous phrases through their teeth.

“Are you really the Son of God?” they would yell as they hit him. “Tell us or die!” But it’s like Jesus didn’t even listen.

The scene blew up, and the crowds began to grow. The same people who once called him king now picked up heavy stones and began to throw.

Their questions Jesus refused, even though he would not be recused.

Their accusations he stood silent; so “blasphemy!” they cried, “hand him over to Pontius Pilate!”

But even Pilate found no fault, no guilt in this Jesus! But still the crowd called for his death, because of his supposed “treason.”

“Crucify him!" They screamed. “Yeah! Nail him to a cross! Yeah beat him! Flog him! Let’s show him who’s really boss!”

So Jesus was beaten. He was mocked. He was scorned. He was whipped so many times that the flesh began to be torn. His head then became the pedestal for a brutal crown of thorns.

They gave him a cross to carry through dirty streets filled with hate. “Serves you right” they would yell, “yeah, you deserve this cruel fate.”

Jesus was stripped and laid on this tree. He was nailed and lifted up for all the world to see. He hung with his blood free flowing to the ground. This Jesus hung crucified, before a bloodthirsty crowd.

This Son of Man, this Son of God was broken before them now. THE God-Man—broken.

The lifeless body of Christ was brought down off the crossed lumber and laid in a tomb—but only for a 3 day slumber.

Because the beaten Son of Man would NOT be beaten on the land that he created with breath of his mouth and the mere flicking of his hand!

No No, this Jesus that raised his pal Lazarus from the dead stormed out of that tomb saying “I don’t need that bed!”

Well what does this mean, “this resurrection” you ask? Well buckle your seat belt—let me take you to task!

You know that power of sin with his friends, death and law? When Jesus rose to life those three powers began their fall!

The great accuser, the enemy, Satan the serpent? Well let’s just say to Jesus’ feet he became servant!

You see the men who killed Jesus thought the cross was a cruel joke—but to the blood bought redeemed the resurrection makes it a symbol of hope!

So today Jesus reigns! He arose and he lives! Because of the cross by grace through faith—forgiveness he freely gives!

Forgiveness that isn’t based of my goodness or yours—but forgiveness that is covered with the blood of Jesus that pours!

Oh yeah, that brokenness, that sin, that power that thought it won? It could not stand before the power of the risen Son!

So come! Drink! Let us rejoice in our Christ! Death has been defeated and Jesus is raised to life!

Let celebrate as grateful kids over these words that are spoken—because of Jesus, the lines between God and Men stand UNBROKEN.

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