My soul is crushed with grief to the point of death.–Jesus, Matthew 26:38
Now I know I’ve got a heart, because it’s breaking. –The Tin Man, Wizard of Oz
We all have a heart, and can I assume we’ve all had it broken? So has Jesus. No heart broke more, hurt more, anguished more, than His. In life, one of the times I can feel the loneliest is when my heart is breaking. During those times, it seems like nobody runs parallel to my pain. You too? But Jesus does. When my heart is breaking, He runs parallel to my pain because He knows what it’s like – his empathy is my therapy. Also, when I asked Jesus into my life, He came to live in my heart. You can’t get closer to a broken heart than within it. These being said, only He can fix it. A sick heart can be fixed by a doctor. A broken heart is fixed by Jesus, M.D. He doesn’t need a knife, anesthesia, or even time. As soon as your heart is breaking…His is too and He is immediately there to begin mending. Surely, we’ll have hearts that break. Unlike the Tin Man, we won’t need to travel on a brick road, hoping the wizard is behind the green curtain. We travel as far as a barely-there, whisper-of-a-prayer, and know God’s already in our heart, ready to repair.