Standing in front of a classroom of high school sophomores, I'm reminded of my problem.
I’m too fixed, too put together, all too capable—I think.
We were winding up our discussion of Doestoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment and there I stood, indicted by the point I’d been hammering home.
Our main character’s problem? Pride. He thought he could reason his way to fulfillment, creating a theory that placed him above the law. His crime brought suffering, but it wasn’t until he let go of his own suffering and accepted Christ’s suffering that he found real peace.
He was too fixed, too capable—he thought.
Until he met a young lady who was broken and knew it. Unlike him, she placed her faith and hope in the One who redeems. Through the broken places of her life shone Christ’s love.
This morning I read this:
“Healthy people don’t need a doctor—sick people do. I have come to call not those who think they are righteous, but those we know they are sinners” (Mark 2:17).
I was reminded of my problem. Sure, I’m broken; we all are. But I lose sight of that sometimes in the glow of praise and achievements and an inflated sense of self.
Then a flawed character comes along to remind me to let Him shine through the broken places of my life.
Joining Laura, Jen, and Michelle with words from the heart.