Once upon a minute, there lived an empty heart. Unable to fill the chasm of emptiness deep inside itself, the heart began to complain to the other body parts. "It's your fault I'm empty!" The heart screamed at the hands, "You don't hold me the right way!" The heart moaned to the feet, "You never carry me where I want to go!" The heart sneered at the eyes, "You can't even see what I really need!" The heart accused the ears of turning away in deafness, "You never listen to my heart!" Even the stomach was included in the nasty assault of accusations, "You're so full of yourself, you can't even make me feel full." The heart at last felt a degree of fullness and satisfaction at having blamed every body part equally. Catching a glance in a mirror, the heart smiled smugly and thought to himself, "At least my face still has some good looks.
The lonely heart began to seek out other lonely hearts to commiserate in loneliness. Blaming evrybody and everything gave them power and fullness. They even renamed their telephones and called them the "teleblames." They formed their own clique of accusers and used every medium possible to spread blame and accusations. Each day they invented new ways to spread blame for their collective loneliness. "Instyblame," "Accusatwit," "Faceblame," Linkblame," "Myblame," and many more. Their network of nastiness grew with a vile vengeance. The emptiness turned into hardness. They were the Lonely Hardened Hearts Club Band singing songs of destruction.
Attending different churches, they listened to messages about love and forgiveness. Smugly they nodded their heads in agreement with the preacher's words - until they felt uncomfortable in their gut. Then they blamed the Preacher and their gut for making them feel empty. Later, they would call each other on the teleblame and share notes from the different sermons. Forgiveness began with the person being blamed, they said, it was their fault that they did something to be blamed for. Forgiveness had to start with the accused. There was also a time frame for forgiveness and that had long passed. The unforgiven would remain that way until the end of the blaming time.
The children of the lonely hearts began to learn that love is conditional. If your heart feels empty, you must blame someone and separate yourself from them as you point fingers of blame for your own emptiness. One little boy told his Dad that he had a dream about all the lonely hearts. He saw a valley full of dry, cracked, hollow and hardened hearts cast down together in a heap at the bottom. A man asked him if these hearts could ever beat again. The boy told the man that he wasn't sure. The boy stared at the valley of hearts and expressed hope that they would fill again with the fullness of Love that surpasses all knowledge. The boy began to pray; "Father could you please breath on these empty hearts with the fullness of your Love. Cause them to be filled with the fullness of your Spirit. Give them knowledge of Love that goes above and beyond all heights. Fill the chasm of their emptiness with a Love that knows no depths. Make their hearts beat with an immeasurable Love that is wider and longer than their understanding. Fill them with an understanding of Your love that goes abundantly beyond all that they can ask. Fill the empty hearts with Grace and allow their heart beats to join in the rhythm of your Grace." The man said to the boy and to the empty hearts, "Amen, So be it."
Thanks for your time.
Go do something nice for somebody.
JLYASDW
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