Daily Grace
One passage. One idea. A few quiet minutes. Short devotional readings for people being formed by grace, written from a small chair beside still water in Falcon, Colorado.
Pull one up. Read slowly. There is no hurry here.
A Contrite Heart
Contrite is an old word and it has almost gone out of use, and we are poorer for it.
"The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise." (Psalm 51:17)
Contrite is an old word, nearly gone out of use, and we are poorer for it. It does not mean sorry. Sorry is a feeling that comes and goes and is often mostly about how the thing made us look. Contrite means crushed. Ground down. Reduced to powder. And David, writing this after the worst thing he ever did, says that this is the sacrifice God actually wants. Not a bull. Not a burnt offering. Not a program, not a plan, not a promise to do better. A crushed heart.
And here is the line that undoes a person. He will not despise it. That tells you what David was afraid of. He was afraid that when he finally came in carrying nothing but the wreckage of himself, God would look at it and turn away. That there is a level of ruin past which a person becomes disgusting even to God. And David says no. Not this. Whatever else God may refuse, he will not refuse this.
You cannot bring him a heart too broken. There is no floor. There is no degree of collapse that finally puts you beneath his mercy, no wreckage so complete that he recoils from it. The very thing you are most ashamed to bring, the crushed and powdered heart you assume he must be tired of, is the one sacrifice the verse says he will never despise. So bring it. Bring exactly the ruin you were sure disqualified you. It is the offering he has been waiting for.