my life…in text format

While at Catalyst earlier this month. Erwin McManus was talking about why they decided to call their church Mosaic. A church in the heart of Los Angeles, this community is impacting people that would be left out of most churches. It’s a great story.

The thing that struck me was the beauty of the name Mosaic. You see, a mosaic is made up of many different pieces, many of those pieces are broken are remains of something larger. Like us, they’ve been broken, bruised, battered. A Mosaic is a group of these broken pieces formed together by a master artist to bring about a beautiful piece of art. Many things, broken…become one thing, beautiful.

Being broken is not a fun place to be in terms of the general definition of “fun.” Brokenness is sometimes very painful, uncomfortable, disturbing, and can also be quite depressing. But if you find yourself broken, empty, falling to pieces. There is Master Artist that wants to take those broken pieces, the remains, what’s left over and form them to make a beautiful piece of art that shows how truly creative He really is.

The beautiful thing about a Mosaic, like that of a stained glass window is that it is most beautiful when the light shines through it. God is the Master Artist and Jesus is the light.

I’m going to offer what’s left of me to the Master Artist and stand back and be amazed at the beauty created when Jesus shines through me to the world. It’s a beautiful thing. And it’s all for the glory of the Artist. To know Him and to make Him known.

Broken. Beautiful.