Then, behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom; and the earth quaked, and the rocks were split, and the graves were opened; and many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised; and coming out of the graves after His resurrection, they went into the holy city and appeared to many. (Matthew 27:51-53 NKJV)
I love sweatpants. I mean LOVE them. So you can imagine the drama when I discovered a tear down the seam of my brand new pair. I don’t just “wear” sweatpants. I live in them. A tear is heartbreaking. Gut wrenching. It means an instant trip to the store. ( I don’t sew) I must have new ones.
But tears are not always bad. I have a pair of perfectly distressed boyfriend cut jeans with a lovely tear. I adore my jeans this way. They were made this way. The tear makes them cute!
Now I realize that comparing a tear in my jeans to the tear in the veil of the temple is lacking. My jeans can’t hold candle to the curtain that divided sin from the Holy of Holies. However, things like tears in my jeans remind me of what Christ has done.
My Savior created a tear in the temple veil, a split in the rocks, an opening of the graves so that insignificant me, in my wholly jeans and torn sweatpants, might be saved.
I can look at a tear in the fabric and remember even though life has torn me to shreds…torn doesn’t always mean broken. Only through the tear in my covering can perfect love sink in. Maybe, though painful, at times the tears are even manufactured by my maker…just so my prayers might be answered for more of Him and less of me.
Tears, though revealing, don’t always mean broken.