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For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” made his light shine in our hearts…. But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. 2 Cor 4:6-7 NIV


Teeth cleaned, tick. Hair combed, tick. Buttons done up properly, tick. I look totally together as I launch forth into my day. Cracks neatly glued and plastered over. No insides leaking out. But here’s the thing – I carry treasure. My clay pot should leak occasionally. If I wear a make-nice Christian mask, God’s light can’t shine through.

Many years ago I went through a time when my pot was more like a pile of rubble, a collection of shards beyond repair. I leaked despair. Acquaintances thought I was prickly, best avoided. My close friends would have been forgiven for shunning me, but they didn’t. They prayed and comforted and waited quietly, not demanding anything.

In God’s mercy, and through the love shown to me by the Body, the leaking turned into a healing flood. These days I may look like I’ve got it all together. Yet scars remain, to remind me that my pot is cracked. And that’s a good thing. Cracks are where God’s light peeks out. Do you have cracks that need healing? Don’t be afraid to let others see them. Let the Body help.

Prayer (as a couple)

Heavenly Father, you see every crack and leak in our lives. Help us to be willing to be honest and admit them to each other, so that we can pray for one another and find healing. Give us grace not to be shocked or dismissive if our partner shares a weakness.

Prayer (for others)

Lord Jesus, we pray for _______  who is leaking despair at the moment. Show us how we can encourage them, and what might be practical things we can help with.


“When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.” John Green, Paper Towns