I remember my action figures very clearly. In fact, I've kept most of them simply because I've a nasty habit of not being able to give away or throw away things that I've had for a while. But I digress. I always remember those painful days when a duel to determine the fate of the universe was interrupted when a clash of two opposing action figures ended up in the loss of a limb. I would stare down at the dismembered part of the hero's body in solemn mourning. I mean, how can you expect to restore balance to the universe without a leg?
The first few times you'd cry out to your parents to fix it. The answer? Superglue. They'd walk in with the little bottle, squirt a little onto the hole, re-attach the missing limb, and tell you not to touch it for a while. Frustrating at first because you couldn't save the universe for a whole twenty more minutes.
BUT THEN, sword in hand, your hero flew back into action! Only to find you couldn't move the re-attached arm. Huh?
"Oh, you won't be able to move it once it's Superglued. It just has to stay that way," was the answer received from the parental unit.
Crushing disappointment. Your hero was forever handicapped and would remain that way. That's why my old toy chest looks the way it does: arms and legs everywhere with the guys having holes on either sides of their shoulders. Ha. It looks like a graveyard, really.
I suppose you're wondering where I'm going with this. You see, we live in a broken world. The question I had posed was "Why isn't it getting fixed?" I believe the answer lies partly in the fact that people think God works much the same way as Superglue. You're fixed on the outside, but you never fully regain the capabilities you had before you became broken. In order to fix our broken world, we have to be examples of our God's mercy. I haven't really developed my true point very well, but I suppose it makes enough sense as it is. I mean, people want to be fixed, not glued. No one wants a decaying part of them to stay the same for the rest of their lives, they want it fixed. God can do that. No Superglue, no duct tape, He's the remedy.
"Remember that thou hast made me of clay; and wilt thou turn me to dust again?"
(Job 10:9)
