He was a precious, perfectly formed
baby, entering the world with a full head of dark hair and deep brown eyes that
seemed to display a sort of maturity and wisdom. His sweet innocence didn’t remain long,
however. As he observed and listened and
experienced what was happening around him, he soon understood that the world in
which he lived was a dangerous, unreliable place.
Because his home was chaotic, and he
never knew for sure what would happen next, he learned that life is unpredictable,
and he shouldn’t get his hopes up. It’s
best to never, ever have any expectations.
When he was sad or hurt, it wasn’t
sympathy or comfort he received; the adults in his life became impatient and
angry with his display of tears. He
learned to never, ever cry.
At nighttime, he knew that his father
did terrifying, unmentionable things to his sister in the room next door. His mother did nothing to stop it from
happening; she was unable or unwilling to protect her daughter. The boy learned to never, ever trust
adults. Somehow, even in his young mind,
he realized that it was up to him to be strong and in control if he hoped to
survive.
As a young child, he was rescued
from those painful circumstances, and was adopted into a wonderful family,
cared for by parents who showered him with love, guidance, and
encouragement. A mother and father who
offered him every possible opportunity to grow and thrive and reach his
potential. The years were filled, not
only with the necessities like excellent schools, skilled counselors, hired
tutors, dreaded braces, and daily chores; but also with wonderful memories of family
movie nights, fun vacations, boating on the lake, hunting with Dad, hiking with
Mom.
The sobering truth is that our
childhood experiences, both positive and negative, significant and seemingly
inconsequential, bear a powerful influence on the adults who we eventually
become. Overcoming family history, the
struggles that are inherited from broken, imperfect parents, may be a lifelong
battle. Despite years and years of
devoted love and tender nurture, the pain of the past may not be easily
healed.
For this boy, who has now grown into
a strapping, handsome young man, the memories of the specific events themselves
may be long forgotten, but the lessons remain.
Never have expectations: It’s better not to try anything new or have
any specific goals, because then there will be no disappointments if he doesn’t
succeed. Perhaps this explains his
succession of minimum wage jobs that never seem to last too long.
Never cry: Whether he is hurt in a relationship,
frustrated at his parents’ rules, discouraged by his failing grades, or afraid
of an unknown future . . . crying isn’t an option, so the varying emotions he
feels always display themselves the only way he knows: rage. He lashes out violently when things don’t go
his way, screaming threats, cursing, punching holes in the walls.
Never trust: It is too frightening to listen to advice or
receive correction or to ever depend on anyone else . . . that would mean
giving up that control that he has fought so hard to maintain. It is up to him to make his own decisions. He is determined to lie and deceive, scheme
and manipulate. Anything to make sure
that no one will ever have the power to injure him.
He is like a beautifully designed
vessel that has been cracked and broken, shattered into so many pieces that it
seems impossible to mend. The
fragmented, jagged pieces are sharp and dangerous, causing pain to himself and
others, destroying every relationship in his path.
How heart-breaking it is for the
parents who love him, who have spent years trying to undo the early damage, to heal
the ugly wounds, to watch him on this self-destructive path and to be on the
receiving end of his aggression. Were they
wrong to adopt him? Should they have
listened to the voices of their extended family members and friends, people who
warned them all those years ago that they would someday get hurt?
How can it be wrong to love a
child? To show compassion to one who
needs a loving, stable, safe home? To
invite “the least of these” into one’s heart, life, and family? That would be like saying we should only
read a book if we can be assured of a happy ending. Like tossing the book aside half-way through
the story, just when the main character is in the thick of peril and facing
seemingly impossible odds, and saying, “That’s it! I knew I shouldn’t have started this book!”
His parents may have been unable to
fix the cracks and repair the damage that had occurred, but the good news is,
the story is not over yet. God’s work in
this young man’s life is not yet finished.
God’s Word promises that “He who began a good work in you will be
faithful to complete it.” The fact that
this child survived his tumultuous early years is evidence that God was right
there with him, beginning that good work in his life. As a small child when he was adopted by
loving, caring, godly parents, it was further proof that God was still there,
working, shaping, repairing.
The unwavering truth is that God’s
grace and love are able to heal and restore even the most shattered life. He is able to bond the broken pieces back
together more securely than the most powerful adhesive.
Will the pain ever be completely
forgotten? Can the damaged pieces every
be fully mended? Probably not. However, cracks are not necessarily as detrimental
as they seem to be at first glance. Upon
closer examination, they bear evidence of God’s power to heal wounds, to
restore meaning and value and beauty.
They prove that He is still at work, even through the painful
circumstances, during times of crushing adversity. And in an amazing, incomprehensible way, God
can actually use cracks to display His wondrous glory. How?
By, shining the light of His love and grace through the broken places.
At just the right time, there will
come a day when this young man will surrender himself to the Potter’s hand, and
will allow himself to be molded and shaped into the beautiful vessel he was
created to be. And once he allows the
love of God to fill his life, he will shine brightly, in ways he never could
have imagined! And everyone who sees him
will be able to understand this amazing truth:
that God is able to heal, use, and even be glorified in the life of a
broken vessel.
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