The divinity of a broken heart

wood 2As 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.

Author: dawnlizjones

Tends toward TMI, so here's the short list: guitar and banjo (both of which have been much neglected as of late), bicycling (ibid), dogs, very black tea, and contemplating and commenting on deep philosophical thoughts about which I have had no academic or professional training. Oh, also reading, writing, but I shy away from arithmetic.

16 thoughts on “The divinity of a broken heart”

  1. We’ve got lots of chocolate covered dates this way.
    I would like to invite you to my monthly blog party which is taking place at the moment. It’s a lovely opportunity to connect with other awesome bloggers like you and I hope to see you. The party link is titled, Summery blog party live link…Regards, Jacqueline

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  2. That is one power I’d rather not have–the power to break God’s heart. Thankfully, the journey to the cross as provided us with the means to make amends.

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  3. Well now I just had to find out and according to Melinda T. Owens a Neuroscientist “The Egyptians believed that the heart was the source of the soul and of memory, emotions, and personality and that the heart would be weighed during judgement after death. That is why they preserved the heart during mummification but threw the brain away.”

    I love this post, you make so many great points, the obvious about the chocolates and the hunk…but most importantly about breaking God’s heart and that fortunately the story doesn’t end there for us. Even the thought of it makes me sad, I am so grateful that His heart is able to forgive us.

    Happy Belated Valentine’s Day to you too. 🙂

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      1. Oh you’re most welcome!
        I feel we should take note…I was going to say “think” but “feel” would be more highly regarded.
        I think the fact that they threw the brain away does say a lot!

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