Humpty Dumpty Omelette

This morning i woke up thinking about an old english rhyme, probably one of the best known in the english world:

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again

The origins of the rhyme is somewhat unclear, but it depicts an individual who is fragile as an egg. This rhyme seems to imply that a clumsy person falling off a wall may become irreparably damaged, as an egg would be...

Clumsy or not, someone who is broken or crushed holds little hope of being restored to his or her original state. We all know, life is filled with events that can break or even crush us at times. Perhaps Humpty had no business climbing so high on that wall,... perhaps we had no business climbing as high as we did,.. before we fell to pieces.

But let's consider the possibility that, high on that wall was exactly where the King intended Humpty to be. The fact that he's fragile cannot be changed. What event or distraction may have caused him to fall? What precautions should have he taken to prevent his fall? Could he have better secured himself?

We can't answer these questions for Humpty, but we often ask and answer these questions for ourselves. All the could have, would have, and should have's of our lives, sometimes good lessons that we can apply to our lives, at other times it just becomes something to wallow about in regret. Yet neither resolves what's happened, nor puts the broken pieces back together again.

Then we seek help, trying to restore what once was. Restore our position, our relationships, our vision, and perhaps even our hope... Yet as we seek this help from others, it often seems all the King's horses and all the King's men can't put our broken pieces back together again.

So if all the King's men can't succeed in putting all the pieces together again, what's to become of Humpty? He's no longer the same, but broken and scrambled into nothing more than the makings of an omelette. Hmmm,.. perhaps the whole idea was to transform Humpty into an omlette, pick out the shells, add a few ingredients, life's spice and heat... Perhaps the King prefers a good omelette over a raw egg!

Transformation is the key! Broken and crushed lives can never ever be restored to their original state. Through these breaking experiences we are changed for good, meaning changed forever and potentially changed for the better. The potential is in how God can take what's broken and scrambled, and transform it into something greater than before. Perhaps a wonderful 'omelette'! That is if we allow God to be the chef...

or do we instead choose to wallow and remain the broken yolk?