I know wrecked.
Being wrecked is why I mostly stopped writing on this blog starting in late 2008. From one or two posts a day to maybe two a month.
In Evangelical Christendom, testimonies of quiet daily life, steady on, without a backdrop of geographic missions or fantastical stories do little more than whisper, and so I was ready to see my life changed by getting involved in the obvious. Short-term missions would do it, I thought.
Getting wrecked didn’t happen in Nicaragua. I thought it did. I was willing it to. I took many heartbreaking photos, told hard stories about it, and even broke out the paints to memorialize it. It opened my eyes to poverty and served me notice on a real perspective of my life. I made some heartfelt adjustments to my beliefs and actions, yet I never really felt that moment when breath is gone and you’re gasping for air as you tumble down and realize you don’t know if you’re strong enough.
No. Nicaragua educated me, softened me, but it did not wreck me.
Getting wrecked happened right here, on a Tuesday in early May, just a few years ago. Things I did not choose chose me. The weak spots I’d been patching up my whole life finally shattered, and for three and a half years, tears poured out. You can’t ask God to be changed and expect to avoid being shattered. Because God is faithful, life gets wrecked repeatedly.
Because God is faithful, life gets wrecked repeatedly. — Tweet This
It seems that the worst wrecks in life are those eleventh days, the days that follow an otherwise average week in an otherwise average life. There is no average life. Before the cathedral is built, the ground has to be torn up. The wrecking crew has to do its work.
“It’s not what makes you stumble,” I want to tell my nephew, my friend, my family. “It’s not even if you fall. It’s what you do after that.”
What do you do when life is wrecked?
You see the beauty in the pieces of it at your feet, even the ones that have cut your hand, and you do not dread what the Potter does next.
I didn’t get in on the official book launch for Jeff Goins’ book Wrecked and so I’ve not read the book. But I know the story.