HEART TRANSPLANT
Here we go again! I will never get use to the abruptness of being plunged into a setting where I have no frame of reference.
It’s early morning. The sun has not broken the horizon and there is a sweet coolness in the air. I am standing on a flat clay roof with a waist high stone wall around it. I see a man standing at the wall dressed in a long white robe with a black and white braided belt hanging loosely down it’s right side. His hands are resting on the top of the wall. His head is down, his shoulders are relaxed and drooped. He appears to be silently praying but I sense he is grieving as well. Although the man is facing away from me, I do recognize him by the scars on the back of his hands, just above the wrists. I have no doubt in my mind, this man is Jesus!
I look past Jesus and into the background where I see a large open field of wheat. There is a worker in the field vigorously cutting the wheat with a large scythe. I am able to see the man’s face and recognize myself as the man. This doesn’t seem out of place to me.
The man (me) in the field is joyful and has a smile on his face. He looks up from his work and sees Jesus standing on the roof. His smile broadens and he waves and calls out to Jesus and then bears down again on the scythe. I sense he enjoys his work and is excited to be working for his master. There is not another place he would rather be than “right here, right now”, knowing that Jesus is watching him in the field working.
My gaze immediately shifts to the foreground. I see a small round table covered with a brilliant white table cloth. It is an intimate setting, meticulously set with elegant dishes, stemware and silverware for two. I am immediately overtaken with sorrow and shame. I sense the Lord had prepared this intimate time for us, but I had chosen poorly. I had only thought of the field that morning and how much I loved being there and how much work there was to be done. I wanted to please the Lord by attending to the work He had for me that day. I sense the table would be set again and again, whether I showed up or not. The Lord would set it anew every day because of His love for me and His desire for me to spend time with Him.
I agonize over the fact I squandered the time. It was more important for me to “feel” that I was accomplishing something for the Lord, yet the Lord had a greater work in mind.
Standing there behind the Lord, I promised Him I would not let Him down again and that I would be faithful to show up, but my words rang hollow. I sensed in my heart, I would not live up to the promise, not because I didn’t want to, but because of the ongoing battle with my selfish heart.
I then woke up, still feeling the effects of what I now realize, was a dream.
Create in me a new heart Lord and renew a right spirit within me!
Phillip Good (From the heart of an average MK)
Remnant's Edge 
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