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All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Humpty together again.
Life would be easier, wouldn't it, if all of its pieces held together. If they always made sense. If nothing ever broke off. If no part were ever lost or twisted or detached.
Imagine life if you could glide smoothly through the day from one of your roles to the next: mother to wife to co-manager to next-door neighbor to aunt to friend; or brother to supervisor to dad to son to church leader. Is there one person in there somewhere? Is it possible to live as the same person at home as at work, instead of civil Jekyll in public and monster Hyde when you're alone?
Imagine life if no one ever left, if illness never caused loved ones to drop from our lives, if the people we care about never died or deserted us.
Imagine life in Paradise. Eden was the wonderful opening chord of life, a complete harmony.
Nothing in excess, nothing missing,
nothing broken. But when that break did happen
(and what an awful shattering sound it made), when human beings said, 'We think we can do this on our own,' all of creation shuddered and cracks spread throughout. Our only
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hope from then on was that someone, somewhere, would help us put the pieces back together.
But even when things aren't broken, life often seems to be a pile of pieces we stand looking at, wondering how they all fit together, or if they do. Does what I believe about God have anything to do with how I behave as a citizen? How does my understanding of humanity's purpose fit with my everyday experiences with people in all their glory and shame? How can God be loving and accepting and angry at the same time? How can horrible things happen to people who seem to be no more than innocent bystanders? How does this speck of dust that we call Earth fit in the vast universe? Where is this world heading? What does God want me to do with my life? Does a person's belief about life after death change the atmosphere in the chapel before a funeral starts?
DEATH'S SHATTERING BLOW
I was just four years old when my father suddenly died. What I
remember is being at my grandfather and grandmother's house in the country and not returning back home to Chicago for a very long time. How could a four-year-old have handled the scene my mother had to witness? Wheezing and feverish, my father had struggled under the heavy hand of a terrible cold. Feeling a bit better, he decided to walk down to the corner drugstore to pick up some family snapshots that had been processed. Back home, he felt much worse and asked my mother to get him a cup of warm tea. Minutes later she returned to find him slumped in the large, green easy chair,
pneumonia having put fluid where air should have passed. And that was that. Twenty-eight years and then, exit.
I don't remember crying then. One of the reasons is that when my father dropped out of my life like a meteor's quick flash in a silent winter sky, the light from other people around me kept burning.
Amazingly, they helped put the pieces back together, right away. I
was blessed (and certainly don't take it for granted) with a loving mother, and an uncle and two grandparents on my mother's side with whom I already had a strong bond. And the next six years, during
Part 1: Our Pieces which we lived as a three-generation household, was a time when my bones grew, my attitudes formed, and my view of life developed fairly unclouded, but only because loving adults held together my life, which had experienced dismemberment.
Seven or eight years after that, however, I began to see that God the Creator, whom I had believed in but had not really sensed as the powerfully present Father, was really the one putting the pieces back together.
GOD IS ALIVE AND ACTIVE
What a startling awakening it is to find that God is alive and active and that he moves powerfully, sometimes as imperceptibly as the stars but as quickly as a cougar when he wants to.
It's amazing to feel that someone has taken scales off your eyes and, like the blind man Jesus healed, you can see people standing where there were none before (though they may look like trees while your eyes are getting used to the light). And then you discover other people whose eyes have been similarly opened. You find this bond between yourself and others---fathers all about, and mothers and brothers and sisters---all still spiritually gangly and flawed, as human beings always will be, but coming together nonetheless. You find brokenness that you had never noticed before, because the light is helping you see pieces you didn't even know were there. It may sting a bit to see that there are more pieces than you thought, but the
Father's presence assures you it's okay. It really will be okay.
ALL THINGS HOLD TOGETHER IN CHRIST
When the Bible says that 'in him [that is, Christ], all things hold together,' it is describing the fundamental structure of all reality. 'All things' means all things. Go down to the level of the molecule, then the individual atom, and science will tell you it is a mystery how atoms and their particles hold together. But they do. How is it that when you put into your mouth meat and potatoes and vegetables,
they break apart but you yourself don't break apart? Your body keeps
Pieces of Life reorganizing itself, growing, healing. The biological pieces keep coming together, with some interruptions for illness, until that last breath moves out across your lips and the spirit departs. Only then does your body return to dust.
The divine Christ puts the pieces back together because he put it all together the first time. 'He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. For by him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by him and for him. He is before all things, and in him all things hold together'
(Col. 1:15--17, italics mine).
Our only hope of surviving in a broken, disconnected, fractured world is that God created everything according to a grand pattern.
The very meaning of the word creation is taking pieces and making a whole. Heaven and earth do fit together, even though it often seems as if they are two different universes. God created the visible and the invisible as one reality, though we so often choose to live merely as bodies without souls. Why, at creation, did it all hold together? Why are there patterns to the pieces? It is because 'all things were created by him and for him' (italics mine).
TRACING LIFE'S PIECES BACK TO GOD AND HIS PURPOSES
When we relate the pieces of life back to God as source and believe that the pieces are there for him and his purposes, we can see the sense in it all.
Regarding the human race, broken into so many pieces, that same passage goes on to say, '[Christ] is the head of the body, the church;
he is the beginning and the firstborn from among the dead, so that in everything he might have the supremacy. For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross' (Col. 1:18--20,
When one head coordinates and directs a small human community,
all the pieces of a new society and a new family---real human