THE MAN IN THE SHATTERED GLASS: AN AUDIT OF A RUINED ENGINE
There is a cold, gut-punch terror that hits when you look into a fractured mirror and realize the slick monster who blew my entire life to pieces is the exact guy staring back at you. For decades, I ran a masterclass in burning my own house down: lying, cheating, stealing, conning, and manipulating while engaging in the darkness of scandalous and criminal behaviors until the engine of my soul was completely hollowed out. When the crushing math of my own self-inflicted shame got too heavy to haul, I tried to drown the noise in a sea of chemical overrides, begging for the floor of reality to drop out. But God doesn’t shout in a crowded theater; He waits in the pitch black with a set of jumper cables, using the brutal friction of a rugged world to save a man from his own stupid momentum.
Jesus spent years tightening the leash on my lawless lifestyle, dropping random, disconnected flashpoints into my path to hammer home a single verdict. It started when my Uncle’s dog crossed into a neighbor’s yard to use the restroom, and my uncle humorously remarked that even his dog had enough sense not to mess in his own yard where he would have to keep stepping in it. Years later, locked inside an alcohol/drug rehab, I got into a petty, verbally explosive fight over an orange. A counselor overheard the argument, stopped me dead in my tracks, and ordered me to write out every single grievance I had against the guy I was upset with, and then he forced me to flip the pronouns. That sharp, violent dose of truth tore my mask right off; the volatile disrespect I hated in everyone else was a direct reflection of my own internal rot.
Years after those personal experiences, a friend threw down a third hard line that shattered the standard human fantasy of wanting to restart the timeline with the benefit of hindsight. He looked at the smoking wreckage of my reputation and asked, “Have you ever heard someone say, ‘I wish I could start all over again right now while knowing everything I know?’” When I responded, “Yes,” he said, “Jeff, that’s the great thing about life. You CAN start all over again right now, knowing everything you know anytime you want to. Nobody can stop you, except for you.” It made total sense, but instead of changing right then, I hoarded those three memories like shadows locked inside an unyielding vault, wandering through crowded rooms as a lonely man, crying inside with a mountain of regret. I operated under the terrifying, frozen assumption that I was worthless to God, and that I had permanently totaled my life beyond repair.
Then came the definitive moment in the dark hours of night, as I lay alone in a cold dark cell. The floor gave out completely, leaving me paralyzed, entirely bankrupt from pretending my life was just fine. In the absolute zero of my despair, those three memories suddenly fired through my brain like synchronized cylinders—not as random clips, but as a clear, plain path forward. The realization hit like a physical boot to the ribs: God had been directing the classroom all along, actively speaking through crude jokes, clinical counselors, and casual dialogue. While I was busy over-leveraging my future and taking out high-interest emotional loans against tomorrow, His unyielding hand simply refused to sign the paperwork on my destruction.
When I lay in that cell, He flashed all those scenes through my head and put them all together so that they finally made sense, like a perfect sentence telling me exactly what I needed to do. Jesus stepped right into my mess, shattered my pride, and embraced my soul right there in the dark. I finally stopped trying to fix my own outside appearance because real peace only hit when I surrendered my broken life to Him, knowing He paid the full price for my rebellion with His own blood on the cross. By God’s hand, my past is wiped clean, my life is completely rebuilt, and my direction is changed forever. God did this for His glory. He took my broken heart, stripped away all the wreckage, and made all things new. God gave life to me.
“He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.” Psalms 40:2
Written by: Jeff Wager
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