by Nan Jones @NanJonesAuthor
Broken. Defeated. A shell of a man.
That’s all that’s left of the man I loved for thirty-one years, partnered with in ministry … raised a family.
That’s all that’s left.
After two and a half years of separation, he is back in my home — badly broken, homeless and suicidal.
He showed up on my doorstep in early October — no car, no phone, no job, no home, no family. He had walked/hitchhiked for two days to make his way back up our beloved mountain. An emergency family meeting decided he could stay in an extra room upstairs until he was stable enough to live on his own.
And thus began the melting of a cold heart.
Unresolved anger surfaced. Deep wounds of betrayal bled crimson all over my shattered self. I pushed back resentment. Battled bitterness. I stared out the window. A lot.
And the melting continued.
Not toward reconciliation, but toward righteousness. Toward Christlikeness who suffered and died that others might live.
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The homeless man fell two weeks ago, breaking his ankle in two places, requiring surgery and metal plates and screws.
Requiring more of the reluctant me.
Lord, I can’t do this! I can’t take care of this man who has thrown our love away. I don’t know him anymore. I don’t love him the way a wife loves her husband. I don’t. I can’t.
The cold, hard heart stood in defiance before the throne of God. Stubborn. Stiff-necked.
But then the Lord touched me, gently wiping my tears and spoke to my deepest place, Nan, when you’ve done it unto the least of these, you’ve done it unto Me.
A torrent of teardrops released — liquid pain — a melting heart warmed by God’s presence.
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So, is this how it happens — this transforming from glory to glory into the likeness of Christ? Does the warming of a cold, hardened heart come from dying to self and living for Jesus? Loving the least of these so that we honor and care for Him?
It would seem so.
Because the cold heart must melt in order to survive and the melting must be at the hand of a loving God who desires happiness and wholeness for His child.
Healing comes in the giving. Warmth of heart comes in the melting.
And melting comes in dying to self so that others might live.
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