BECAUSE I'VE HELD ONE IN MY HAND

I can tell you the shape of the human heart.

So how did I get to do that? Hold a human heart that is? We'll it was the heart of an anatomy class cadaver. Opened and displayed. And while I was there, with three others, I picked it up thinking when will I ever be able to do that again? I was right, of course, but the memory from 40 years or so ago is still fresh.

It was just about the size of a closed fist as they say. All the connectors, ventricles, aorta, etc were cut away. Much of this guy, in fact, was splayed open for all to see. They did have the courtesy to cover his face, but I wanted to see him, so I uncovered the cadaver's head.

But back to the heart. What I liked about it was that despite all the med school experimentation of the guy, there was no hole in his heart. There was no emptiness. Thus, I conclude, he had filled that hole or rather had that hole filled with the love for Jesus. That's right he was saved by the loving grace of our Lord. No heart is complete without the greatest love the world has ever known.

I'm so glad my cadaver had a full heart. A complete heart. Even though he was dead, he was and is something. He exhibited 1 Cor 13:2 "If I have no love, I am nothing."

Or at least I like to think.