last night my hubby and i went out to the movies, while a couple from our housegroup stayed at home with our short ones.  we had been given movie vouchers for our local theatre and the ONLY movie on that night (that was not an art or foreign film) was Wolverine in 3D.  Now i love action movies.  i adore star trek.  watched xmen. but i’ve never bonded with wolverine.  and part of me loved hugh jackman in les miserables so much that i thought i might of being disappointed with hugh jackman as wolverine, or expected him to burst into song.  and was i in the mood for an action movie?  but that was our option.  and so we grabbed it with both hands.

and i was pleasantly surprised.  i loved wolverine.  my husband was not surprised.  he knew i would.


wolverine is exactly the type of hero i love.  raw.  real.  rough.  broken.

and more so in this movie than any of his others.

near the beginning of the movie he is infected with a “thing” that reduces his ability to heal.  he is weak.  fragile.  vulnerable.  yet everything within him reaches out to protect and defend, to fight for justice.  he gets wounded, bleeds and is tired, all things that are not familiar for him.  he is broken.  and he knows it.

he also knows the solution is to cut it out of his heart.  to essential risk his life and die in order to live.  in order for him to be who he is and to bring justice and life, he must overcome.


i’ve given away so much already. sorry for the spoilers.  and i’m not sure the analogy will totally mix, but its my thoughts in five minutes right…?


and i sat there and it kind of struck me. 

i am broken.  i am raw and real.  not so rough or tough. 

i am, i was a sinner. 

and it took the death of my Saviour, Jesus Christ, to rescue and redeem me.

You used to be far from God. Your thoughts made you his enemies, and you did evil things. But his Son became a human and died. So God made peace with you, and now he lets you stand in his presence as people who are holy and faultless and innocent. Colossians 1:21-22

Jesus was broken for me.


He suffered and endured
great pain for us,
but we thought his suffering
was punishment from God.
He was wounded and crushed
because of our sins;
by taking our punishment,
he made us completely well.
All of us were like sheep
that had wandered off.
We had each gone our own way,
but the Lord gave him
the punishment we deserved.
He was painfully abused,
but he did not complain.
Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise Him;
He has put Him to grief.
When You make His soul an offering for sin
Isaiah 53

Jesus was broken for me.   His death brought me life.  His death exchanged my sin for His righteousness.

i am unbroken because of Jesus.  i am whole because of Jesus.  i am healed because of Jesus.  i am restored because of Jesus.

i can live, in this life and eternally, because of Jesus.




ps and if i havent spoiled it – go see wolverine.  its great.  sit and wait for the credits to finish.  believe me, you’ll be glad.  everyone else in the theatre left but my hubby said wait… wait… wait… and then boom.  secret knowledge. 



Five Minute Friday is a feature over at Lisa-Jo Bakers TALES FROM A GYPSY MAMA blog.  i first read about it on my friend Fee’s blog (and her one on IN BETWEEN is really good this week!) and thought it sounded fun!

So, let’s do this thing. Let’s write.

Set your timer, clear your head, for five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right.

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.

3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

OK, are you ready?