In Christ, we are whole.

Thinking about this, I reviewed the biblical accounts of the crucifixion and sketched out the simple art pictured above. And the result of what poured out from brain to fingers to pen to paper carried a double meaning when I gazed at the final product.

Through the crown of thorns (in the infinite circle shape), the wholeness of Christ is imposed on those of us who are sinfully fallen but who trust in His sacrifice.

And the stylized thorn lines also represent the cracks where He fuses our broken life pieces back together when He redeems us, heart and soul.

And then I was inspired to write the following short, untitled poem:

“Whole — the garment gambled on

Below His feet as He bled out,

His blood: His life; my heart: His prize,

The broken thing that He’d risk all

To heal. Oh, let me not forget

Nor fail to feel the wholeness

Of His pain, His goodness, and

My gain, when fused again,

Together, all my pieces hold a

Soul restored to praise His name.

Now let me wholly live for Him,

That I may one day share His crown.”

My brothers and sisters, be who you are.

Be whole.