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I spent an hour this morning sitting on the back porch, thumbing through a hymnal so old the spine has long since given up the ghost. My hands, map-lined and shaking a bit more than they did last year, kept landing on the same few pages. Then, I put on Big Daddy Weave’s "All Things New."

When you’ve lived long enough, you realize that most of life is spent trying to keep the glue from drying out. We spend our middle years patching cracks in our marriages, our health, and our own resolve. We try to be the mortar that holds the bricks together. But there comes a point—a quiet, terrifying moment in the dark—where you realize your hands are just too tired to grip the pieces anymore.

The line, "I can't hold them all together anymore / So I let them fall surrendered to the floor," hits different when you aren't thirty years old with a full tank of gas. There is a specific kind of dignity in that failure. It’s the moment Paul describes in his letter to the Corinthians—when he admits he was burdened beyond his strength. We like to pretend that surrender is a calculated choice made from a position of control, but real surrender usually looks like dropping everything because you have absolutely no choice left.

I think about the Prophet Ezekiel and that valley of dry, sun-bleached bones. God didn't ask Ezekiel to glue them back together. He didn't ask him to invent a way to make them function again. He just asked him to prophesy over them. He asked him to recognize that where we see a finality, God sees raw material.

But I find myself squinting at the promise, "You make all things new." It sounds lovely when the music swells, but does it hold up when the diagnosis doesn't change? When the empty chair at the table stays empty? It is easy to sing about rising from the ashes when you have enough breath left in your lungs. It is much harder to trust that claim when you feel like you are still burning.

I don't know if the music solves the ache. Perhaps it isn't meant to. Maybe it’s just a way to steady our hands so we don't drop the few things we have left. The song doesn't answer the question of why the breaking happens in the first place, but it does demand a posture. It asks us to stop pretending we can manage the mess ourselves. I’m not sure if I’m fully convinced that everything is "new" in the way I’d like it to be, but I am starting to think that maybe, just maybe, being broken isn't the end of the story—it’s just the clearing of the table. And that’s enough to get me to tomorrow.