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The Broken Lamb

 


Don't you love this time of year!

The other day I was setting up our nativity set. As I gently unwrapped each piece, I was disapointed to see that the little lamb's leg had broken. Off.

Aww shucks, I thought. I guess I should glue it back on.

But then I placed it in it's usual spot, at the foot of the manger where in the Christ child lay.  

As I took in the scene of the little broken lamb, looking hopefully and adoringly at the babe, I realized that the scene had suddenly become more profound.

What a story I could share with our grandkids, I thought. "See, the little lamb? He is broken. But he is looking at Jesus because maybe he knows that Jesus can heal him and make him "all better"."

Isn't that how it is with us? We come to Jesus, broken and un-whole. And as we look to Him with faith and repentance and expectation, He makes us whole and gives us hope. And what is even more (as I learned in my Bible study this morning),  He "repairs us to prepare us" for what He has in store for us. He can use our story of redemption for His purposes. When we let Him. 

Can we not take this a step further as we contemplate the Christmas babe, come to earth to become the sacrificial lamb of God, broken for us?

So at this glorious Christmas time, and all year long, may we too, as broken lambs of God, look to the lamb of God, broken for us.  .....hopefully and adoringly!  

 

“Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world"    John 1:29b


                                                             

                



 

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  1. MomDecember 10, 2020 at 3:36 PM

    Beautiful! Kath...and totally truth! we love you, m/d

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