I like the Hebrew definition of the heart. It isn’t the western seat of romance, but rather the center of the human being. The seat of their intention, focus, and soul. In this definition the idea of a singular heart becomes clear and powerful.
I cannot count how many times I’ve become turned around, discombobulated, and at a loss. It happens quickly, and the return to peace occurs quickly. Thank God for quick recoveries. It wasn’t always this way.
This is what I’ve learned. I used to get turned around when too many responsibilities came due at the same time. I used to get discombobulated when I couldn’t prioritize them. I used to feel at a loss when, in those moments, I couldn’t find a way back to peace. I needed a singular focus to remain at peace. I needed one reason for doing the work, for taking the rest, for turning away from confusion, for stepping through confusion to clarify.
There can be one purpose. Love, that is born of truth, and serves to bring justice and peace to the world. All things good flow from it. If that Love doesn’t hold its rightful seat in my heart, I crumble. The work, the rest, everything becomes distorted. My sense of purpose slips away, and I feel the hedge of protection wither.
But with a singular heart, life flourishes. The purpose I’ve been given is clear regardless of the actual work I’m doing. I find myself knowing the time – whether to work, to rest, to feast, or to fast. Here’s the rub, if the heart is singular and the singularity is not Love, it is evil. And what evil could it be. Confusion is spread through lies, pain is cause through confusion, and hardened hearts are brought about through the endurance of pain. I pray that in my journey (often in public) I’ve haven’t been party to this.
If I have, it has been unknowingly or unwittingly. Message me for an explicit apology. It’s time to get things right. A singular heart fueled by Love, born of truth, in service of justice and peace, by the grace and mercy of God.