I have loved this Christmas vacation of mine, but I’ve also been haunted by a couple of tragic stories in the newspaper; stories of brokenness and pain that I can’t imagine witnessing. Stories of men dressed up as Santa murdering people… and kids playing in the park becoming victims of brutal attacks… sad, sad, sad stuff.
The more broken we are, the more grace we need… and I’ve experienced a truckload of grace.
Those men that did those wicked things were very, very, very broken… I just believe that they weren’t broken beyond repair. I’ve learned that God is not only good, but that He can actually renew, rebuild, and restore that which is broken.