I have spent the better part of the last two weeks in jail for a felony I committed against the heart of someone close to me. I was arrested for aggravated battery, found guilty and given a sentence for what seems to be an indefinite period of time. . . because I am a repeat offender. . .and a three time loser.
My only comfort during the incarceration are the daily Losers Anonymous meetings that I attend. . .with losers of a feather, who like sheep, flock together. Each meeting is filled with stories about the grief and sorrow felt about the crimes committed. Regrets for the pain and suffering, the unthinkable indifference and insensitivity, the wounds and bleeding of the hearts that were victimized. Just this morning, one of the convicts shared a Heart-felt song that was a blessing to all of us. It was a melody she learned from a fellow inmate Who became a Friend, closer than a brother.
“How can you mend this broken man, how can a loser ever win?” And as she sang, something Remarkable happened. All of the prisoners, with one voice began to sing. . .
“I can think of younger days when living for my life, was everything a man could want to do. I could never see tomorrow but was never told about the sorrow.”
Living for my life. Working hard at getting my own needs met even through meeting 
the needs of others; but not seeing it that way until the blinders were taken off of my eyes. Striving to possess whatever my heart desired so I could be happy. Isn’t it what every man could want to do? No one ever told me about the sorrow though. . .about the pain and suffering I would inflict upon others and the torment it would bring to my own soul. A man with a broken heart, unable to truly love in the moment. Full of despair. Handcuffed to his selfish needs. Shackled to the shame and self-condemnation.
“And how can you mend a broken heart? How can you stop the rain from falling down. How can you stop the sun from shining. Please help me mend my broken heart. . .and let me Live again.”
All of the sheep of His flock are repeat offenders. . .Incarcerated in a Maximum Security Facility. Prisoners forever. Reminded daily of their misery and their perfect helplessness to change their behavior. But their prison contains a Rehab that Promises to Heal their broken hearts.
“For the Lord hears the poor, those destitute of the power to change. He does not despise His prisoner, those He Loves. . .The Lord God has appointed me (Jesus said) to preach Good News to the meek, to those depressed and lowly because of their guilt and shame. God has sent me to bind up the broken-hearted, to proclaim liberty to the inmates and the opening of the prison to them that are bound.” Isaiah 61:1
How can you mend this broken man? How can a loser ever win? How can you mend a broken heart? Who. . .not how. Who can Mend. Who can Heal. Who can Forgive. Who is full of mercy. Who is Love, the only Cure for a broken heart. Jesus, Name above all names. Blessed Redeemer. Living Word. Speaking Life into a troubled soul, making them Live again. Freeing the prisoners . . . It is for Freedom that Christ has set you free.
Free Love. Freely Given. Freely Received. Free to all Prisoners.
A Good Moment 