Sunday, January 19, 2014

"And He Who Searches Hearts…"

My heart holds a secret. It is one we have tried to unlock, the cardiologist and I, but it holds tightly to the mystery.

It has been subjected to all manner of interrogation methods. Strange machines, looking for all the world like something from a Sci-Fi movie, have examined it from every possible angle. Electrodes have monitored its every beat. I believe if someone were to turn out the lights on a dark night, I would positively glow.

We have politely, if relentlessly, asked why it occasionally increases its tempo. It steadfastly refuses to answer. So we are left to wonder. There is nothing to be done.

I am in the process of memorizing Romans 1, 8 and 12. I didn't manage to get it all done last year. I'm still on chapter 8. There are five little words in tucked into the 27th verse that captivate me every time I whisper them:

"And He who searches hearts…"

The Lord, it seems, is in the business of plumbing the depths of our hearts. He doesn't need machines or monitors or electrodes. He simply sees. And nothing is hidden from Him. There is no secret, no matter how well we think we've concealed it, that escapes His notice.

However, there is no need to be ashamed or fearful. He looks with eyes of mercy and grace. The black blot we try so desperately to bury out of sight can only be cleansed when it is brought out into the light. There is freedom in the revealing.

He is the Great Physician. He prepared the 'Cure" for our scarred and wounded hearts long before we ever drew a single breath. Peace comes to us when there is nothing hidden, when all is clear between our hearts and His.