Blessed are the broken, for they let the light shine through.
So goes the saying on a framed piece on a wall in my house.
These days, I don’t comprehend or experience “blessed” much.
I know a tiny bit about clouds and atmosphere. They seem to refract, or scatter, or at least obscure, light. Do those phenomena “break” the light itself, or just the view of the light?
I know the significance of light—and of Light. Or do I?
I wonder how (and sometimes, I question whether) that light “shines through.” I wonder. . . .
Seems to me that there really isn’t any light if the clouds hide it from sight for too long. Or is there?
And I do know a good deal about “broken.”
But I don’t know how brokenness should be experienced or understood.
Here is a saying I have engraved inside my soul: