Within this heart, certainly just a chemical pump, made for maintenance, regulation, delivery and recovery.  Why then does it matter so when considering those things which reside at the center of our relationship to the universe, to God and each other?  Does the heart have memory?  It appears there are no such capabilities attached to its physiognomy.  Does it have depth, perhaps as a unique, specially crafted device for maintaining the primary plasma?  Why then do we assign to this organ the romantic or credible allegiance to God, Family and Country?

The head thinks yet the heart feels.  Aren’t those both functions of the head?  I mean all electro chemical impulses, memories and response are from the brain, sent through the central nervous system.  Why would these be assigned to the heart for what appears to be the history of mankind?  Because there is something there that is not of logic, not of simple thought or comprehension.  That spot where idea passes some intangible boundary to become belief and then further to increase in to dependence and faith.  We do not look to a man who has character and courage as a man of “head” but a man of “heart”.  Because at the center of our chest resides the core of who we are the blood pumping oxygen regulating, cell energizing mechanism that makes us who we are?  I don’t just simply think therefore I am, my thoughts Matter, therefore I am.

In this moment I resemble my Maker.  Knowing that although it is always important to be a thinking man with ideas, reasoning and wisdom, it is also equally, perhaps of greater importance to be a man of Faith, without which it is impossible to please God.  Father, this thing is complicated and I count my joys that I have been able to face diverse temptations, lusts, angers, envies and fears that patience has been employed which left to do its good work will at some point lead to perfection.  I understand the difficulties of that task that you face with me and I am sorry for the troubles you will inevitably encounter with this nearly impenetrable cranium.  But Lord you have my Heart, that has always been open and I believe it is there that you reside.  For I know you, not idyllically, not ideologically, not conceptually, but know you for the awesome Father God that you have always been, are and will always be.  My Heart tells me it’s true and that is good enough for me.  In Jesus’ Name I thank you for sparing me for whatever purpose it is you have before me.