You’re sitting in the corner in a dark, damp room. You like it here. Today is just like every day. You’re not especially happy, but then again, who is? This is life. Wait, you hear footsteps outside. That is very strange. Who would come here? Nobody ever comes here.
The rickety wooden door swings open and the blinding sunlight shines onto your face. You quickly raise your hand to cover your eyes, but you’re looking, squinting, terrified, past your hand to see who’s breaking into your room.
The figure in the doorway doesn’t hesitate, it starts walking toward you. He’s walking strongly, he’s intent, he’s confident. When he comes close enough to block the glaring light, he looks down at you and you can see his face. He looks strangely familiar. He sort of looks like the Jesus you’ve heard about, but you know he was a myth. There’s something different about him, this man is strong, he has a mission, and, well, he’s real.
He kneels down and looks into your face. You’re afraid to the point of shaking, but you’re not shaking. Your mouth hangs open and your eyes don’t blink. Your mind races, ‘Will he destroy me? Will it be worse than that?’. But he smiles kindly and a rush of trust comes over you. You know you’re in good hands.
The air in the room gets thicker, pressure builds, you can almost hear wind rushing into the room as the moment becomes very intense. The man slowly lifts his hand as he continues to kindly smile at you. Then it happens… He quickly and violently plunges his hand into your chest. In shock you look down and see the blood as he wraps his fingers around your heart. You can feel the tightening as he firmly grasps it, and in one quick motion he tears your still beating heart from your chest. Blood flies everywhere.
He holds your heart a few inches from your face. It’s black, it’s diseased, it’s absolutely disgusting. It’s still beating, attempting to circulate it’s black poisonous blood through you. For the first time, you see what was inside you, and you hate it.
The man then pulls out a hammer and large nail. A cross appears in the room and the man drives the spike through your filthy, sinful, prideful, God-hating heart. Black ooze pours down the cross. You hear the heart screaming blasphemous sins. It’s telling you to put it back in, it’s telling you to continue in the life you’ve enjoyed for so long. Your arms and legs twitch as they hear commands from the only master they’ve ever known, but you hold them back, you know that wretched thing is no longer your king.
The man turns back to you, and you anxiously await his next move. You’re in pain, but you’re breathless with anticipation. Even if it’s equally as violent, you are convinced it will be for your good.
He glances down and reaches his hand slowly into his own chest. He pulls out a duplicate of his own heart and holds it out for you to see. It’s beautiful. The heart shines with purity, it’s spotless and perfect. He gently places it into the gaping hole in your chest and when he removes his hand the wound perfectly heals around it.
Immediately you feel the holy blood pumping through your veins. Your desires are changed. Everything is new, and your allegiance is inextricably linked to this man. You are a new creation.
Together, you walk out of the room, into the light.
“The LORD saw how great man’s wickedness on the earth had become, and that every inclination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil all the time.” -Genesis 6:5
“The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?” -Jeremiah 17:9
“And I will give them one heart, and a new spirit I will put within them. I will remove the heart of stone from their flesh and give them a heart of flesh,” -Ezekiel 11:19