Updated: May 24, 2019
Some would argue it’s one of the most important organs in the human body.
It pumps blood, it provides oxygen, it represents life.
But what happens when the heart begins to stop functioning? When the oxygen no longer comes as easily, when the heart fails?
You need a new one, a refreshed one, a healthy one.
You need a heart transplant. And those are hard to come by.
And just as the physical heart needs careful monitoring, the heart that we hear about in movies, love songs, and even the bible needs the same.
Sometimes, our hearts, the metaphorical, emotional, and spiritual one need a replacement.
And those are also hard to come by.
See, the heart can be damaged in many ways.
Broken heart, hardened heart, cold heart, and even being heartless.
There are things life throws at us, and it doesn’t just challenge the mind, it goes for the heart.
And I am in dire need of a heart transplant.
As the days, weeks, and months have gone on, my heart has gone through many damages and even some repairs.
I’ve watched as the lack of ability to forgive has hardened my heart, making it hard to breathe.
I’ve watched it get broken, pieces of it still left in other people’s hands, pieces I’ve never gotten back. Pieces I never will.
I’ve watched God fill it with joy, and satan fill it with despair.
Nasty, ugly, terrible things that happen when the heart gets damaged.
But the worse part of the damages that the heart endures is what happens to the spirit.
I need a heart transplant because the heart is meant to do one important thing.
And not in a mushy, gushy, romantic comedy type of way.
I mean love, like God, loves.
God gets rejected every day, he watches as we let the flesh take over, as we ignore him, curse his name, and move on from him putting other things before him…. And he still loves.
We break his trust, we sin against him, we give him reasons to not forgive us, and he does. He still loves us.
So, yes. I need a heart transplant.
Because the thing I do best has been damaged. My ability to love
Love the person who hates me.
Love the person who wrongs me.
Love the person who protects me.
Love the person who breaks me.
Love the person who loves me back.
Love the person I don’t even know.
That type of love is a beautiful thing. That type of heart is a beautiful thing.
Everybody needs a heart transplant in their life, and sometimes you don’t even know it.
Your heart has a funny way of pretending it’s healthy even when it’s dying.
Your heart pretends to be healing, masked with temporary pleasures of parties, human connectivity, alcohol, and whatever else when really it’s still broken.
So, forgive the person who hurt you. If there’s resentment in your heart, there is no room for love.
Tell the people who love you, you love them.
Don’t spend an eternity searching for pieces of your heart, you may never get back… find new ones.
Open your heart up, let the warmth in, emotions are hard to process, but they’re human.
It's scary to think about another heart replacing yours. Taking away the feelings you've felt, cutting apart through the hurt that's made you who you are. It makes you wonder if you can still be you, without it.
The heart is a hard thing to fix.
It’s a delicate piece of machinery.
But just like any transplant system, there’s someone dying, ready to donate their organs to another person.
In this case, you’re in luck. Jesus died already. He’s ready to replace your organs that are dying for new ones that bring new life.
So perhaps I should correct myself.
When the metaphorical heart is dying, it needs a new one, a refreshed one, a healed one.
You need a heart transplant.
But with God, they aren’t that hard to come by.
You just have to be ready to accept it.