Valentine’s Day heartbreak meets Lent’s Ash Wednesday.
Why are we once again holding vigils?
Why are we once again offering our thoughts and prayers?
Hasn’t there been enough mourning, enough tears to fill an ocean?
What is happening?
It must be the guns that are all over the place.
It must be that government sanctioned prayer has disappeared from our schools.
The re-definition of marriage.
It must be un-checked liberalism. Maybe it’s rigid, judgmental conservatism.
Perhaps it’s a wall. Perhaps it’s a dreamer.
Maybe it’s a white. Maybe it’s a black.
Does anyone know?
Isn’t this the question of the day?
HOW ARE WE GOING TO FIX THIS THING?
Dare we go to the heart of the matter?
Dare we travel quietly and humbly into the place where we have lost our own way?
Or shall we shout louder to let others know where they have lost theirs?
We all have a heart that has been lost on the ash heap of ruin. Perhaps there is the smudge of sin’s dirt in our eyes and we are missing it.
…for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.
The blue planet is so confused, rotating on a double-minded axis.
We so sincerely, really and truly, believe that all lives matter, yet do we realize that, for many of us, our geography of birth sets the course for our paycheck, our education, our incarceration?
Our Valentine date is Fifty Shades of Freed while we stand up for “hashtag me too.”
We choose to stop a beating heart before its time to leave the womb and call it unwanted, yet we wail over the wanted children as their hearts bleed out on a classroom floor.
There isn’t a law or a wall or a government sanctioned prayer that can shape a human heart.
The one who fashioned the first beating heart from the ashes is the only one who can fix a bleeding heart.
Hearts and ashes came together this Valentine’s Day in horror.
Not one human can fix that.
The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
We are a planet full of crushed souls.
A planet full of killers and robbers, pretty little liars and fakers. Most of us will never wield a gun. Yet, if we dare to get to the heart of the matter, to actually get dirty, we know that in our own hearts at some point in our lives we have hated. We have lusted.
We have stolen and we have perverted.
We have harmed some one. Some thing. Our very own selves.
Yet,we are not beyond fixing.
There is one hope for our one broken heart.
For some this is just plain silly.
Nothing but foolishness to anyone of any measurable intelligence.
It is not lost on me that Lent, a time of reflection and repentance began on Valentine’s Day, a day for celebrating love. And it is a curiosity to me that this Easter, the celebration of Jesus resurrection, will fall on April Fools’Day.
It is true. Jesus’ kind of love does look a bit nonsensical.
I suppose it is, in all of its extravagance and devotion and forgiveness and acceptance and welcome. My broken heart God will not despise. He won’t walk away from it. He hasn’t walked away from the planet, either.
When we give him our broken heart, He just comes closer.
He has my heart and my ashes.