Things break, in our homes, our cars, relationally, even our bodies. As a child I broke a collar bone and an arm twice. I’ve fractured a vertebra. With these, after application of a bandage, a cast, or a brace and I could function reasonably well.
When my right ankle was severely broken in 2004, it was as if, like Bob Dylan sings, Everything Is Broken. Dylan may be speaking to brokenness felt when a significant other is absent. But what is more significant than a foundational part of yourself? When something foundational is missing from functionality, even basics – food, bodily elimination and cleansing, mobility – are broken.
Have you ever felt broken?