I love to look at old houses that some would look at and say they are broken beyond repair or they are so broken they are passed by and not even noticed.
With these houses my imagination gets to run wild. I can imagine who lived there, happiness and pain that took place in those walls. I also see them as the beautiful building that they once were, and they could be again.
This is not much different from what we do with people. We see the outer shell and judge.We all have a story and some show the brokenness more so than others, in fact it’s the ones that push the hurt onto others that are so broken.
How many times do we pass by the homeless, mentally ill or a person that looks or smells. We turn the other way not seeing that they once shined. They had a day before the brokenness took over.
If only the next time we pass by these people we stop just for one and really see them as someone who is broken but not beyond repair.