In the book of Isaiah, God says that one day some of His people will be called “the repairer of broken walls.” The walls referenced were those that kept intruders out, meaning that inside them, people were safe. I can personally verify that this prophecy has come true. In fact, I’ve met a few of those repairers.
There have been times when the spiritual struggle has chipped away at barriers I’ve set up to shield me from the worst enemy – my own sinfulness. Left to myself I may have fallen as the sheltering wall came down.
But a community of friends rally to my rescue. Perhaps over a meal or a cold drink, we discuss. I pour out my heart, exposing the weaknesses. Because they love me, these people don’t judge, but offer encouragement and acceptance, building blocks in a wall of protection.
Repairers of broken walls are a precious gift. I’m glad that God set them in motion long ago.