At an art show several years ago, I purchased a cross pendant cut from an antique flow blue plate. Its cobalt hue often attracts attention when I wear it. Unfortunately (or perhaps not), it bears a scarcely detectable line of glue where it was dropped and broken. It has occurred to me that perhaps I should point out the faint line of repair when people comment on my necklace. I, too, was broken. WE are broken. Only Jesus, through His cross, can restore us and make us new.

His scars redeem our own and make our lives beautiful. My broken cross pendant could provide a conversational bridge to other broken people!