There's Nothing Broken Here? Really?
So, like the rest of America, I know far more about Charlie Sheen than I do about Libya, the government or New Zealand's devastating quake.
Kind of shameful, really.
But I will say Charlie has brought much laughter to this house this week. Come on - tiger blood? Adonis DNA? Warlocks and F18s and exploding bodies... there's almost nothing he's said that hasn't been laugh out loud funny.
Except for when he described his home life by saying: "There's nothing broken here."
Um, reality check, Charlie. EVERYTHING is broken there.
It's around here where I stop laughing, and start getting a little choked up. Lay aside Charlie's own madness and very, very bad choices and the fact that his kids are in the middle of it. Those "Goddesses" he's living with? Those are someone's little girls. At some point they were innocent pig tailed cuties who played with dolls and put on shows for their parents and dreamed of being princesses. But somewhere along the line something got very, very broken.
Somewhere, they stopped believing they were beautiful, special, talented, full of potential - and started listening to the Mess. Maybe no one at home told them enough. Maybe no one at home held them enough. Maybe their parents made all the right choices and did everything they could but the Mess was just too loud, and just too fun and just satisfying enough to forget the truth. Whatever happened, life broke for these two beautiful girls who have been in the hands of a predatory world and are now mixed up in Charlie's Mess.
The truth is that everything is broken here, too. And everything is broken next door, and around the corner and at your dad's house and, well, everywhere. That is, it is broken until the Fixer gets his hands on our individual messes. And the only way for the Fixer to get his hands on our messes is for us to be the Church. We have not only our own little girls to worry about, but all little girls, everywhere.
God, forgive us for letting so many of your precious children slip through the cracks. Please empower us to be your voice, louder than the Mess.
Kind of shameful, really.
But I will say Charlie has brought much laughter to this house this week. Come on - tiger blood? Adonis DNA? Warlocks and F18s and exploding bodies... there's almost nothing he's said that hasn't been laugh out loud funny.
Except for when he described his home life by saying: "There's nothing broken here."
Um, reality check, Charlie. EVERYTHING is broken there.
It's around here where I stop laughing, and start getting a little choked up. Lay aside Charlie's own madness and very, very bad choices and the fact that his kids are in the middle of it. Those "Goddesses" he's living with? Those are someone's little girls. At some point they were innocent pig tailed cuties who played with dolls and put on shows for their parents and dreamed of being princesses. But somewhere along the line something got very, very broken.
Somewhere, they stopped believing they were beautiful, special, talented, full of potential - and started listening to the Mess. Maybe no one at home told them enough. Maybe no one at home held them enough. Maybe their parents made all the right choices and did everything they could but the Mess was just too loud, and just too fun and just satisfying enough to forget the truth. Whatever happened, life broke for these two beautiful girls who have been in the hands of a predatory world and are now mixed up in Charlie's Mess.
The truth is that everything is broken here, too. And everything is broken next door, and around the corner and at your dad's house and, well, everywhere. That is, it is broken until the Fixer gets his hands on our individual messes. And the only way for the Fixer to get his hands on our messes is for us to be the Church. We have not only our own little girls to worry about, but all little girls, everywhere.
God, forgive us for letting so many of your precious children slip through the cracks. Please empower us to be your voice, louder than the Mess.
Comments
Maybe the Goddesses go to church quite frequently.
Maybe they still believe they are beautiful, special, talented, and full of potential.
Maybe our lives are no less of a Mess than their's.
Maybe we shouldn't pass judgement on His behalf or in His name. He's quite capable of doing these things on His own.
Thanks for all you do for the ministry.
Anonymous #2: I apologize if anything I wrote came across as judgmental, as this does not come from a place of judgment. I think you may have touched on exactly what I am saying by suggesting that 'maybe the Goddesses go to church quite frequently.' If we live in a society where church attendance and a pornography career are simultaneous realities for a young girl, then the Church is doing that young girl - and the entire population - a horrendous disservice.