The Heart is a Rebel.
Miss that and nothing else makes sense, either about the human condition or what God did to heal its maladies and re-align its focus.
I’ve driven the interstate across our city for enough years to remember when it felt like a parking lot and required five minutes to go a city block. These days, since the highway has been widened and the lanes increased, we can breeze through what were formerly congested spots at fifty miles per hour. Some motorists, however, choose to go seventy. Where the limit is seventy, they go eighty.
I have not the slightest doubt that if the speed limit were increased to 90, some drivers would exceed it.
The heart is a rebel. It does not like to obey a law or keep a promise or restrain itself.
The tabloid staring at you from the supermarket checkout line names a husband of some Hollywood star known for her beauty. The headline announces that she has caught him in adultery and is suing for divorce.
What, you wonder, is that man doing committing adultery when he is already married to the most luscious dish on the planet? Answer: the heart wants what it wants and does not like to take