As I write this, Christmas 2015 is only shortly behind us, after which (and possibly even before) Walmart already had shelves stocked with red and pink oversized heart-shaped boxes of Valentine chocolates. (Not that you can ever have oversized boxes of chocolates, the more the merrier, I say.)
It’s always fun to break open and tear off the wrapper to see what’s inside—all kinds of different, great-tasting goodies (well, okay, some just “different”) smothered in the dark stuff. Of course, if you’re not brave enough to just dig in and surprise your tastebuds, you can always cop out and look at the “guide” on the top of the package. Chocolate-covered dates? I’ll pass.
I’m not sure when people started linking our emotions to the heart, although it would probably make a fun quick-google. I imagine it had something to do with the sensation experienced in the middle of the chest when, say, one was being chased by a T-rex or something. They labeled that one “panic”. Or when the hunk in the next cave winked at you—that one was called “swoon”, unless it was the dad that caught that look, which induced something that felt like “panic” again.
One that is really tough to handle is this weird feeling you get when someone you dearly love rejects you. That one is fairly universally referred to as “pain”. And it can be far more destructive than the ones just mentioned.
So this little sentence jumped out at me when I was reading the prelude to Noah and his family’s little cruise:
“The Lord observed the extent of human wickedness on the earth, and he saw that everything they thought or imagined was consistently and totally evil…It broke his heart.”
“It broke his heart.” Wow. We have the power to break God’s heart. That blows me away.
God created us in His image, but at that time He also gave us unbreakable hearts. Unbreakable, that is, until sin entered the equation, and now we have hearts which, like God, can break. Strange how God can use something that Satan meant for evil and turn it to good, to make us even more like Himself.
Because God knows all about broken hearts. He sent His own Son, wrapped in swaddling clothes, wrapped in flesh and human nature. And we tore open that package and spilled out the contents to our satisfaction by means of a Roman cross.
Thankfully, the story doesn’t stop there. So neither does ours.
(BTW—Happy Valentine’s Day, a few months late. Always a good to time celebrate with a little belated chocolate…)
Gen 6:5,6 Tyndale House Publishers Inc (2008-06-01). The One Year Bible NLT (One Year Bible: Nlt Book 2) (Kindle Location 628). Tyndale House Publishers. Kindle Edition.