Broken, we're all broken. And we all need a savior.
Broken, we're all broken... we all have a savior, we all need Jesus.
From Broken by Steven Curtis Chapman
Some weeks ago I fell and hurt my hand. From the outside, after the initial swelling went down, everything looked normal. Only I knew that something wasn't quite right. Six weeks later, with the help of an x-ray, it was determined that there was indeed a broken bone hiding underneath my skin. Now, a lovely (and heavy) dirty white plaster cast signals to the world that I am broken. The fact remains, however, that I was broken all along. Our lives are like that. We are all broken. Some of us hide it quite well, while for others it is oh so obvious. We look down on those people, don't we? But we are no better, and no less broken than they.
The people of Naigobya are broken. That's why we are here to help. But I am broken too, as is every member of the Afayo team, and every missionary in Uganda. More than we need each other, we need Jesus. He is the only one capable of healing our brokenness. May we all submit to him and allow him to heal the brokenness that keeps us from living an abundant and full life, whether we are financially secure Americans or desperately poor Ugandans. We all need Jesus!