As I mentioned in my previous post, the emotional heart is a delicate thing, and it can be injured easily. The emotional heart is also something that cannot be quantified; that is, it is difficult to measure a person’s emotional state. I can order a test that shows the function of the heart in electrical terms (the EKG), and a test that shows the function of the heart in physcial terms (the echocardiogram), and I can measure the function of the heart in terms of power and fitness (a stress test). But the state of your emotional heart cannot be measured in any way that I know of. It requires talking, and observing, and spending time with someone.
My own heart can be difficult for others to observe and measure, depending on how good I am at hiding my emotions. However, someone who gets to know me will be able to spend just a short time with me and say, “Okay, what’s the matter? What’s going on with you today?” They are not observing test results to arrive at this conclusion; it is a matter of knowing and paying attention to me.
Bob Bennett, from his 1982 album, Matters Of The Heart, has two songs that look at this topic in various ways. As I read the words, I don’t feel like I get the same impact that I do when I hear it with the music, so be sure to read the words while the song is playing. The way he crafts his song is a reminder to me that the song writers are the poets of our generation. A hundred and fifty years ago, Bennett would possibly been writing poetry for a magazine or to published in book form. In the modern era, the poets find ways to put their works to song, and the result had more impact that the written word alone would have had.
This post actually includes two songs from Bennett’s album. The title song comes first, and then the final song of the album, Heart Of The Matter.
Baby smiling for an unknown reason
Birds singing in the dead of night
Hand reaching out for another one
Breeze catching a falling kiteSigh at the end of a working day
Sun sinking down in the ocean
Love letters from far away
Rain dancing in motionYou can show me your sales curves
Plot my life on a flow chart
You can show me your sales curves
Plot my life on a flow chartBut there’s just some things that numbers can’t measure
There’s just some things that numbers can’t measure
There’s just some things that numbers can’t measure
In matters of the heart
Matters of the heart
Matters of the heartEyes laughing in the face of disaster
Voices bleating on the telephone line
A spark of truth that catches on fire
First taste of the new wineYou can show me your sales curves
Plot my life on a flow chart
You can show me your sales curves
Plot my life on a flow chart
You can show me your sales curvesBut there’s just some things that numbers can’t measure
There’s just some things that numbers can’t measure
Oh, oh,
There’s just some things that numbers can’t measure
In matters of the heart
Matters of the heart
Matters of the heartThese matters of the heart
Matters of the heart
Matters of the heart
And now, Heart Of The Matter, which starts with one theme, and then returns to the theme of the previous song.
I’m just a man in a world full of men just like me
With a heart full of question and answers
That seem to be somewhat connected
And a head full of pre-conceived notions
That manage to get in the wayAnd I find myself longing to return
Back to the place where I started
Back when I knew next to nothing
Back to the heart
Back to the heart of the matter
To the heart of the matter
To the heart of the matterHearts
alternate
between tears and a rage
A short journey through the human zoo
In this mortal cageWords
like weapons
ask no questions as they kill
People
wounded
Once dancing, now they’re standing stillAnd all these things, I can’t explain
They keep on running, round my brain
Drive me deep, deep to the heart
To the heart of the matterLambs
to the slaughter
Well aware of their consequence
Saving (saving)
fallen man
Living and dying in this present tenseSo many things I can’t explain, oh
They lose and confuse me, again and again
Drive me deep, deep to the heart
To the heart of the matter
To the heart of the matter
The heart of the matterA light shining in this heart of darkness
A new beginning and a miracle
Day by day integration, the concrete and the spiritualYou can show me your sales curves
Plot my life on a flow chart
You can count up your converts
And miss where it all starts
You can show me your sales curvesBut there’s just some things that numbers can’t measure
These fragile pieces, priceless treasure
There’s just some things that numbers can’t measure
In matters of the heart
Matters of the heart
(A spark of truth that catches on fire)
Matters of the heart
These matters of the heart
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Tags: Bob Bennett, heart, renewal
There are many things that cause damage to a person’s heart. A blocked artery leads to changes that can cause death or disability. A weakened heart muscle can result from one of those arterial blockages, or possibly from a disease that directly affects the heart muscle. In all of these situations, the result is a pump that doesn’t work effectively, and the rest of the body is limited because of this damage. Sometimes that damage is so profound that the only solution is a heart transplant.
We also have an emotional “heart” that can be damaged. We say, “My heart is broken”, referring not to the physical pump in the chest, but to this emotional center that feels like it comes from that area. Most likely it is because emotion and stress indirectly affects the heart rate, and we feel the effect it has on our pump. No matter; the point is, there is this place of emotion that we feel in the chest, and it can hurt without any physical damage being done to the pump.
Bob Ayala, on his 1985 album Rescued, included a song called Heart Of Steel. It specifically deals with the tragedy of sexual abuse, and the effect it can have on an innocent young person. It can result in that person having a “hard” heart, one that they have intentionally closed off from the rest of the world, to attain protection from the pain that those memories cause. Read the words carefully; it shows how God still loves us intensely and personally, regardless of what damage we have suffered in our lives. He wants to come and replace that hard heart with a heart of flesh, and show us His love, real love. Can you hear Him calling to you today?
O dancing dream, O wild flower
You sure can make ’em cry
That kind of walk, that certain smile
Designed for hungry eyesYou say your heart will never be broken
‘Cause you got a heart of steelYou used to live, now you survive
The child of dark affair
Memories: “O daddy please,
O please don’t touch me there!”Now you use your body like a weapon
Shot from the heart of steel
But a heart too hard to be broken
Is a heart that’s too hard to be healed
‘Till you find a love that’s real
You’ll carry a heart of steelBlame was too much
Oh the fear and the shame
From the dreadful touch
Helpless child under attack
Well you’re older now
So you fight back
Though you try to forget
Well you find you can’t…*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
O dancing dream, O wild flower
O hear Me if you can
I’ve seen your shame
I’ve engraved your name
Right here upon My handsSo I call your name
Can you hear Me?
Well, give me your heart of steel
‘Cause a heart too hard to be broken
Is a heart that’s too hard to be healed
So give me your heart of steel
I’ll give you a love that’s realGive you a love
Give you a love
Give you a love that’s real
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Remember the story of Aladdin and his magic lamp? There are various versions of it in circulation, but the basic story is that Aladdin finds a lamp with a genie who can grant wishes. Back home with it, his mother (not recognizing its value) is tricked by a door-to-door salesman into trading the genie-enhanced lamp for a nicer-looking, non-magical lamp. The salesman knew about the value of Aladdin’s lamp, and offered the better looking (but worthless) copy to try to gain that treasure. The pitch he gave was, “New lamps for old! New lamps for old!” It was as deceptive as the line you might read today in an e-mail today, one that promises you a portion of $17 million dollars if you will just give your bank account number so that it can be deposited.
History is full of shady agents out to separate fools from their money, or leaders who have deceived crowds into following them in a war of conquest of a neighbor who had something that they wanted. But in spite of these bad examples, there have also been many, many honest businessmen or politicians who have truly wanted to provide their customers or subjects with a quality product or quality leadership.
Jesus, in his role as a salesman, did his best to explain to a teacher of the law in Israel what it was like to be part of the kingdom of God. In John 3:1-21 you can find the full details of his sales pitch. He told this Pharisee about being “born again” through God’s Spirit, and the change to a person’s life that happened when he was exposed to the light of God. He also told the Pharisee that when truth entered his life, the results could be plainly seen by all. The change on on the inside resulted in a visible change on the outside.
Wayne Watson released an album in 1982 called New Lives For Old. The title track of that album tells the story of someone who was radically changed by his encounter with Jesus. Like the salesman in the story of Aladdin, he was offering something new in exchange for something old; but unlike the Aladdin story, this new thing was the real thing, and it was worth everything to an old carnival man. This clip was taken from The Larry Black Show, so Larry has some comments at the end.
They say he ran a carnival
That used to come to town
Till one September afternoon
He shut it downThey tell me something happened
Some say he lost his mind
Now most September afternoons
This is what you’ll findAn old man on the corner
Where he used to sell his show
Now he shouts what sounds like foolishness
As the people come and go“New lives for old!
Warm hearts for cold!
Have I got a deal for you today
Come on, step right this way
And get your new lives for old!”He puts it in the paper
He goes from door to door
The people say, “He’s such a fool
To come back for more!”Old friends are mostly puzzled
They don’t know what to say
‘Cause ever since that afternoon
He’s just been that wayIt’s like the old man died
And someone came to take his place
Now he just stands out there bellowin’
A smile upon his wrinkled face“New lives for old!
Warm hearts for cold!
Have I got a deal for you today
Come on, step right this way
And get your new lives for old!”Remembering this story
As I once passed through that town
I thought I ought to stop and see
If he’s still aroundThere was someone on that corner
Where I heard he’d alway stand
And he chuckled when I asked him
Where I could find the manHe said, “Thank God that crazy fool
Finally died last spring.”
And I said, “I’ll take up where he left off, then
‘Cause I’m pushing the same thing!”“New lives for old!
Warm hearts for cold!
Have I got a deal for you today
Come on, step right this way
And get your new lives for old!”
Tags: Life, Wayne Watson
Have you ever felt so excited about something that you couldn’t contain yourself? You just had to tell your friend, your neighbor, the person you met while walking down the street? This news you had was just too good to keep inside. It was like something that was bursting out of you that you couldn’t control!
The Joy that Jesus brings to my life is like that sometimes. Almost like a geyser, the Spirit bursts forth from me, usually in songs that I know, and that Joy comes out with it. It is literally energizing to have this happen, and spend the next several hours with music coming out in hums and whistles and fragments of song.
Jesus talks about this in the Gospel of John, chapter 7, verses 37 to 39: “On the last and greatest day of the Feast, Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, ‘If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him.’ By this he meant the Spirit, whom those who believed in him were later to receive.”
This “living water” that Jesus spoke of, the Holy Spirit, is obviously so much more than just a song. But His work in your spirit could be through tears and repentance, or through joy and song. And I know that one way in which He works (at least in me) is to bring back to my remembrance Scripture that I’ve learned in the past — or possibly a song. And regardless of how He chooses to work in me today, it gives me something I can use to water the thirsty land around me, if I choose to let it flow!
Denny Correll released an album in 1979, Standin’ In The Light. One of the tracks on that album, Living Water is a joyful song that explains what I’ve said above in different words. Enjoy!
I grew up in a shack by the railroad tracks
In the funky part of New Orleans
All the people would come from miles around
Just to hear my grandpa preach
They would line up in the streetsHe would shout, “Hallelujah!”, as he’d lift his hands
And tell them ’bout the glory train
With a tear in his eyes a Scripture he’d read
From the the Gospel in his hand
He had to make them understandHe’d say, Come ye, who are thirsty, come
Drink Living Water from the fountain of life
Come ye, who are thirsty, come
Drink Living Water from the fountain of lifeHe would say, “I was a sinner, just like you
Before the Lord set me free
By the Spirit of Truth my chains were loosed
From the Fountain of Truth you see
Now Living Water flows through me!”He’d say, Come ye, who are thirsty, come
Drink Living Water from the fountain of life
Come ye, who are thirsty, come
Drink Living Water from the fountain of lifeHe’d say, Come ye, who are thirsty, come
Drink Living Water from the fountain of life
Come ye, who are thirsty, come
Drink Living Water from the fountain of life
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Tags: Denny Correll, Joy, Life, water