Deficiencies of the Heart

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Within hours of yet another celebrity dying too soon and too young from an overdose of drugs, actor Jim Carrey tweeted:

“Dear Philip, a beautiful beautiful soul.
For the most sensitive among us the noise can be too much.
Bless your heart.”

What struck me was not how only a few syllables can be eloquent and meaningful, so personal yet universal,
but that it contained a blessing.

A blessing.  Imagine that. So old fashioned and unexpected.

Imagine how much difference something so simple can make in a life, within a sorrowing and empty heart.

We have closed our hearts to receiving blessing and we have closed our mouths to giving blessing.
We ignore the sacred life we have been given; we abuse the temples of our bodies in which we dwell.
We turn away from Him who made our hearts beat to begin with.

If there is no blessing in our lives from a power greater than us, from our Father to His children, from one hurting person to another, then our hearts remain hollow.
We fill those vacant spaces with whatever seems handy at the moment, and for too too many, the fastest is a chemical filling.  It feels so right — for a moment or two.
And then it is gone, and too often, so are we.

But blessings from a heart, to a heart:
everlasting, self perpetuating,
filling and pulsing out to refill again.
Eventually when hearts are stilled,
they will not cease to be
emptied of blessing.
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