The world,
even the adrenaline in you body,
will tell you that you have two choices:
fight or flight.
And this might be true for physical crisis
but for matters of the heart?
Not so much.
We put that emotion
that heartache
that conflict
that wronged feeling
that abuse
that anxiety
that tangled thread of life
on a shelf
under a bed
in a closet
in a drawer
We ignore it
and hope that a magician comes along and makes it disappear.
Except there are no magicians for heartache
there is no remedy from memory
there is no elixir for the heart.
When told there is only fight or flight,
we rebel by doing nothing.
We choose the third option: let it fester.
We let that emotion fester and grow
into a thing without edges or boundaries,
something uncontrollable and unknowable
because we don’t even want to recognize its existence.
The world tells us that emotions are for the weak
and so we let the brain drive
and the heart barely survive.
The heart is like an overgrown, abandoned mansion
covered in poison ivy of festering emotion,
it once was great
but now it is just ignored.
Oh, poor, poor heart
will you ever beat again?
***
Then along came a gardener
He looked at this overgrown, abandoned mansion
and said that He could make it better
He came armed with three nails, an old wooden cross, and a dump truck of grace
He cleaned up this slow beating heart of mine
and is glad to do it night after night
because He’s a gardener that is what He does.
He prunes and cuts and nurtures and waters
and watches the flowers of my restored life grow.
The world might tell you that there are two options: fight or flight,
others might choose a third option of festering,
but the gardener has told me the best option:
forgiveness.
He showed me by His example
He showed me His scarred palms and back
He showed me grace.
And now I will go and tell the world about the gardner
about His best option
about His grace
I will shout from the mountain tops about my salvation
I receive grace to show grace.
***
Oh, poor, poor heart
will you ever beat again?
Yes, yes you will
because my Redeemer’s heart still beats.