Strewn along the freeway median are discarded bits of clothing, mostly hats that blew off or solo shoes. How they find themselves along the freeway is a mystery. They are almost always old and tattered.
For a moment of bravery I ask Jesus to give me His heart. I imagine watching Him break away my stone heart and place within me a new heart. It feels strange, especially when I begin to go about my day with Someone else's heart.
I have to try to explain the way in which we connect to the heart of Jesus, and the best passage I can think of today reminds us of what Christians claim even if only half-hearted: "It is now no longer I that live but Christ lives within me." (Gal. 2:20)
I am not wise enough to brag about wisdom or knowledge, nor am I especially strong enough to brag about my great might in any way. I certainly have no riches to flaunt before anyone.
Sometimes we need to stand before our greatest treasures and say to them, "Of all the things I have and value, you mean the absolute most to me" and then see what happens inside us when we actually say that sentence.