So very learned
are we in this still new millennium.
We know
everything about everything. Or if we don’t we can always Google it. Or YouTube
it.
Probably very
soon our brains will start growing like aliens into big light bulb heads. I
personally have two B.S. degrees bellying up to my dinner table with me. And I
know half a dozen other people who are “in school” for higher degrees.
We are getting
smarter.
I love learning
and thirst for it like a hunting dog after the chase. But we are not only made
of brains. We have sensitive fingertips, unquenchable eyes, and slamming
fluttering, sometimes dancing hearts that also strive to be counted.
Hearts.
I have studied
and learned that the heart is amazing.
A big pump that
works as a blood factory.
Never ceasing to
keep your body moving, your brain ticking along at warp speed. Mechanical.
Industrial.
Integral,
but even still
Replaceable.
My big lug of a
brother in law had a sick ticker. He was born with some ragged edges in his
baby heart and now that he is knocking on middle age it was time for another
repair.
He went in
swinging. My sister was strong but if you looked real hard she was terrified
of loosing him.
Cracking open
someone’s ribcage and shutting down their heart is no small thing.
His giant chest
lay open and exposed for hours. Her heart was also sliced open, waiting, for
the jolt that would say, it’s over, everything is ok.
And he came
through, like a champ. Amazingly he was home within 5 days. She said she laid
her hand on his chest feeling for the old scattered reggae rhythm and was
shocked to find it thumping like a high school band, steady and strong.
In our minds we
knew the risk. The possible outcomes. The worst case. But what happened was not
foreseeable. Completely wonderful quick recovery. And we gave all the credit to
the manufacturer: God.
You see, God has
this thing for hearts.
I believe he gave
Russ special mercy because hearts are very very important to God.
He made them to
work in ways that are far beyond the mystery of the brain. The heart is a
wonder of mechanical craftsmanship in the way it functions even under duress as
it did for Russ. But it is also so tender that it can be crushed by a whispered
word and give up without looking back. You see the heart does more than just
function as our power plant. It was created by God to hold His very whispers to
our soul.
In the amazing story which is recounted by
neuropsychologist Paul Pearsall in his book The Heart’s Code, we learn of a little girl who received a
donor heart from a murder victim. After the transplant she began having
nightmares and was able, through sharing those detailed dreams with a counselor,
to name places and events and eventually identify the murderer.
The heart knows
things that the mind doesn’t. It is made to process things that your brain can
never ever access rightfully.
God created this way for us to believe and know the
mysteries of His glory. Not through our wondrous brain, but through our heart.
Romans 10:10 says “For it is with
your heart that you believe” Not your logic, or your wit or your reasoning.
Your heart must believe.
Jesus assures us that the pure hearts will see God.
The work God treasures comes from your heart.
The music of praise to delight Him must begin in the heart.
The Law that God first gave was surely written on stones and
later scrolls to be pondered and debated studied and memorized. But the true
relationship with Him begins when His love steadies the very beat of our
hearts.
You see, it is impossible to know God completely and be known
by Him with our reasoning and our logic. He has a language that only your heart
understands.
Sure, we know more now than we ever have. And so many great advances
have been made based on that knowledge. But never ever let yourself be deceived
into thinking that you can depend on your education to find the rest your soul longs
for.
The knowledge your heart understands and your spirit craves is
“written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but
on tablets of the human heart” 2 Corinthians 3:3
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