June 3, 2018
She walked in to her daddy’s bedroom it just passed away. She knew where it was tucked away safely in the top drawer of his chest drawer. She walked over that hard wooden floor that creaked just a bit. A box of daylight shot through the square window and seemed to light up that drawer and she walked over and she pulled it open and she reached down and she grabbed it. A broken watch. It fit perfect in the palm of her hand. She had just lost her dad. And a tear squeezed out the corner of one of her eyes and drip down on that dusty watch and she smudged with her finger and she cleared it. To look at it there was no ticking sound that our hand and the second hand didn’t work. It was frozen on a particular time. She thought to herself, “even a broken watch is right twice a day.” She looked at it and she could remember all the things and all the good times; the childhood cherished memories. How many times she watched him pull that watch out of his pocket? How many times had he told her and others in the family what time it was with that watch when it worked. But it’s just broken. She could throw it away. Absolutely not. Because it has meaning to her. If somebody else came along and looked at it would be no treasure to them. It would be something to throw in the trash because it had no meaning. But to her it was a valuable reminder of a dear relationship with her dad. And Jesus feels the same about all the broken people of the world…listen now.