This broken plastic cup, cracking car keys, lenses falling out of my glasses, my falling stocks, the shingles on the ground, standing water in the tub, it seems that everything is broken. Though we want to dance and sing merrily we know that we are earthbound to our broken equipment. We had hoped that in ignoring it we could buy a few more days, but this made every visible sign of disarray seem like vengeance. You are the mechanic, doctor, plumber who restores our lives to wholeness and the humanity that we desire. Yet, when we draw close we do not recognize it, because we have become comfortable with having everything broken.
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