A Broken Vessel
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Amidst sirens
and flashing lights, rescue vehicles arrived. As paramedics filled the gurneys,
a flash came from beneath the Ford. “It’s gonna blow,” a Fireman shouted,
rushing to save the driver.
“Just let me
die,” Kathryn screamed. “I want to die. I don’t want to live.”
“I can’t do
that, Ma’am,” he yelled, yanking the door. It wouldn’t budge. “Bring the Jaws,”
he hollered while other firefighters dashed to douse the car with chemical extinguishers.
“No,” Kathryn
shrieked, sobbing hysterically as the Jaws of Life opened her car like a tin
can. Prying Kathryn from the wreckage, paramedics strapped her onto the last
available gurney, checked her vitals, and slid her into the remaining ambulance.
With a whoop
from the siren, they sped to the hospital, and the clean-up crew took over. A Police
Officer took statements from the drivers of the first vehicles on the scene,
but no one witnessed the accident. He marked the crash outline pictures on his
report with the skid marks, other details, and his final assessment: Cause of
collision—unknown. “Was the impact deliberate?” he whispered and shrugged. Only
the driver of the Ford Focus could answer that, but would she?
The Emergency
Room Doctors treated and released the victims but not Kathryn. Although her injuries
were not life-threatening, they were severe enough to keep her overnight for
observation, beginning with a psyche consult.
Daylight
found Kathryn calmed from her earlier hysteria, and the psychologist noted a
soft-spoken, young female in great despair. Nevertheless, he believed her when
she said she fell asleep at the wheel. “Where were you going at such a late
hour?” He asked.
“I couldn’t
sleep, so I went for a ride.”
“Did anyone
know you were leaving?”
“No, I live
alone,” she said as tears spilled down her cheeks. “No one cares where I am or
what I am doing. Most of the time, I don’t think my family even remembers I’m
alive. No one ever calls.”
“What about
work?”
Kathryn
inhaled deeply and sighed. “I sit in a small cubicle doing data entry,” she
said. “No one there talks to me either. Something must be wrong with me,” she
howled as tears gushed. “I’m broken, and no one can fix me!”
This
fictional scenario happens all too often. Maybe the details are different, but
the despair isn’t. King David seemed to feel brokenness too. Although
surrounded by loyal men, David felt isolated, forgotten, and crushed. During
one of those times, he penned the words to Psalm 31, and in verse twelve, he writes,
“I am forgotten like a dead man, out of mind; I am like a broken vessel.”
Kathryn did
not know our Almighty God and Savior. Nevertheless, David did, and still, he
felt broken. But usually, a broken vessel cannot be fixed, and if we try, it’s
never as good as before. Psychology has no lasting answers, for it seeks to fix
a sin nature that can’t be repaired—Jesus must change it.
Can despair
exist alongside the Spirit of the Living God in the heart of a true believer?
If yes, yielding
to God’s Word, it won’t last. The Holy Spirit will speak and even shout if needed.
David’s despair broke when he voiced TRUTH two verses later, “But as for me,
I trust in You, O Lord; I say, ‘You are my God.’ My times are in Your hand…Make
Your face shine upon Your servant; save me for Your mercies’ sake…O Lord, for I
have called upon You.”[1]
In his
brokenness, David knew his help came from the LORD. And so do you.[2]
But, if you
were to counsel Kathryn, how would you answer her despair? Would you tell her
God loves her with everlasting love and draws her with lovingkindness?[3] That He allows brokenness so we will seek Him?[4] Would you then tell her only by the blood of Jesus
can unrighteousness be cleansed, our spirit transformed and infused with hope?
Would you tell her we are never alone?[5]
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