The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed. (Psalm 34:18)
This is for me.
This is for you.
This is for the lonely, the tired, the alone, the single.
This is for “where are all the godly men and I’m not spending another dime on Christian Mingle.”
This is for the girl who huddles in the corner late at night hoping daddy won’t come home drunk and horny… again.
This is for the child whose parents sold her to a con man who promised them she would get an education.
Now she walks dusty streets trading her body for a few rupees.
This is for the boy who is afraid, with good reason to go visit his uncle’s house.
This is for the lapsed Catholic who wonders why that priest is not in jail… or at least defrocked.
This is for the abused.
For the one who has been told all their life that they are no good and now they believe it.
This is for the girl, the boy, whose heart has been stolen by that one who will never give them the time of day.
This is for the ugly. For the shy.
This is for the one who hated school because everyone there hated them.
This is for the girl who thinks she can find attention and affirmation by exposing herself to the eyes of strangers.
Or perhaps it is the only way she knows to pay for college.
This is for the man who has spent so long chained to the late night screen of his computer that he no longer knows how to interact with a real woman face to face.
This is for the man who is still chained.
This is for the career man who has spent his life climbing the ladder and now wonders if he has waited too long to focus on what matters most.
Now he wonders if he is destined to be alone.
This is for the woman who sits at home waiting to see if that career man will ever come home tonight.
The food on the table has long ago gone cold.
This is for all those who are sick and tired of all the hoopla surrounding this day.
This is for those who mock but inside are jealous of their married friends.
This is for those who watch as everyone around has a Valentine but know that it will never, will it ever be their turn?
This is for me.
This for you.
There is a man.
He was raised, lived, and died single. Alone. He knows.
He is engaged to a faithless bride.
Time and time again he woes her back but time and time again she cheats on Him.
He wonders night after night if she will have time for him while His bread grows cold.
He was mocked. He was beaten. He was spat on and abused.
He carried a heavy burden down a lonely road.
Though he did not deserve it he willingly took the stripes so that
He would know the abuse, the torment you have suffered.
Finally, He was raised before the throes.
And the whole world looked on while His shame was exposed.
He knows the torment of that late night.
He has walked that dusty street.
He has felt an unrequited love.
He who knew no sin became sin.
And finally, he died of a broken heart.
But he did not stay dead.
He took everything hell could throw at Him but it was not enough.
He kicked down those gates and now…
He is coming for You,
He is coming for me.
He is willing to restore our crushed spirit.
He sees the pieces of your broken heart and is willing to put them back together.
Will you give them to Him?