I have a clock on a shelf in my office that belonged to my great-grand parents. It was their fiftieth wedding anniversary present. It’s not the most expensive clock ever made. It’s not the most ornate or complex clock of its kind. But it’s a special clock to me, and I value it greatly.
This clock fascinates me because it doesn’t use battery or electricity to operate. (Amazing, right?) It has no track pad. No touch screen. No Thunderbolt 3 ports. It cannot connect to wifi.
I guess by today’s standards, it’s a dumb clock. But this dumb clock is a masterpiece.
On the face of the clock is a slot where you can insert a key. And to operate the clock you have to turn the key around and around. As you turn the key, a spiral spring inside the clock tightens, storing up energy. And then a set of gears releases that energy allowing the clock to keep time.
Clocks like this are a work of art. They are a feat of engineering genius. Custom designed and uniquely created to fulfill a specific purpose–keeping accurate time.
The problem with my clock, though, is that it is broken. It doesn’t look broken. It doesn’t sound broken. In fact, if I wind it up and set the hands, you’ll hear the seconds tick and you’ll see the hands move. But it’s broken.
Every time I set this clock it keeps up for a little while. But eventually it falls behind and fails to keep time properly. And I have to reset it. Over and over again.
To make matters worse, I am completely incapable of fixing my clock. The complexities of its design are beyond me. I have no idea what’s wrong with it or how to fix it.
It needs the care and expertise of a specialist.
You And I Are Like My Clock
You and I are a lot like my clock. We are the special creation of God. God made us in His image to reflect His glory throughout the earth. And He designed us for a specific purpose–to represent Him and to rule and reign over His world on His behalf.
But just like my clock, you and I are broken. We may not look broken. We may not want to admit that we are broken. But deep down inside each and everyone of us something isn’t right. And we are no longer capable of fulfilling our created purpose.
We are all broken people.
For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God (Romans 3:23, ESV).
And just like I cannot fix my clock, we cannot fix ourselves.
We can try. And we do try. We turn to all kinds of things to try and fill the void we have in our hearts. Work. Stuff. Relationships. Substances. Netflix. Anything that can distract us from our brokenness. Anything that can provide us a temporary fix or a glimmer of hope.
But it never lasts. Even if what we turn to gives us momentary relief, it’s just that–momentary. And before we know it we’re broken again.
We’re all broken people. And we can’t fix ourselves.
What we need are the hands of a specialist.
Jesus Is Our Specialist
Jesus came on a rescue mission. He came as the Great Physician. The Specialist. And He came to heal us of all of our brokenness.
And He accomplished that by living a perfect life. Jesus never sinned. By dying a sacrificial death. Jesus died a sinner’s death. And by rising from the grave on the third day. Death couldn’t hold Him down.
The Bible says that everyone who believes in Jesus will find forgiveness and new life.
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come (2 Corinthians 5:17, ESV).
Hope in Christ
We’re all like my clock. Specially created. Uniquely purposed. But broken and unable to fix ourselves.
We need the care of a specialist.
But if you put your life in Jesus’ hands, He will restore you and make you brand new.
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