With Every Beat of My Heart
Valentine’s Day is still a glorious time to tell someone how much you love them. We learn to do that first with our parents, siblings, and grandparents with the coaching of our parents. In grade school, “everybody gives everybody” in the class a “cute” valentine of friendship. By middle school, only a special sweetheart is the recipient of the “heart felt true love” expression of early romance. By high school, there is that one person that makes going to school every day exciting and Valentine’s Day is the opportunity to get a card, gift, and date with that “love of one’s life”. Somewhere along the way between high school and young adulthood, we meet that person that captures our undivided attention. We realize that this love is greater than any we have had before. This time, the spirit of Valentine’s Day is not just once a year, but always. When we have that person in our heart and life, we want to do “dinner and a date” very often for there is not anyone we would rather be with. Valentine’s Day is just another opportunity to celebrate love and life together.
The one constant when a person thinks of Valentine’s Day is the image of a heart. We know that the hearts we see are not really the way a human heart looks. And, there are various theories of where the heart-shape that we see on Valentines originated. Ultimately, it is the emotions and symbolism that the heart represents that really matters. And, how we love demonstrates the genuine “heart-felt” love that we have for those near to us. We never achieve it but we are called to “love with all of our heart”!
Hummingbirds have race car hearts that eat oxygen at an eye-popping rate. Their hearts are built of thinner, leaner fibers than ours. Their arteries are stiffer and tauter. Their hearts are stripped to the skin for the war against gravity and inertia, the mad search for food, the insane idea of flight. They are tiny little birds and their hearts beat 10 times a second. So even if you put your huge ear to its chest, it would be hard to discern the heartbeat.
The price of their ambition is a life closer to death; they suffer more heart attacks and aneurysms and ruptures than any other living creature. It’s expensive to fly. You burn out. You fry the machine. You melt the engine.
The biggest heart in the world is inside the blue whale. It weighs more than seven tons. It’s as big as a room. It is a room, with four chambers. A child could walk around it, head high, bending only to step through the valves. The valves are as big as the swinging doors in a saloon. This house of a heart drives a creature a hundred feet long.
Every creature on earth has approximately two billion heartbeats to spend in a lifetime. You can spend them slowly, like a tortoise and live to be two hundred years old, or you can spend them fast, like a hummingbird, and live to be two years old.
What kind of heart do you have? Is it beating to the rhythm of songs of praise to God? For eternity? Or is your pulse set to the city, the job, the constant striving for possessions and property, the ways of the world, the pulse of hell? (Copied).