What would you do-oo-oo for a Klondike Bar?
Everybody loves those great ice cream treats of all varieties that have been dipped in the hard chocolate shell right? Not! I would rather not have cold, hard plasticy chocolate stuck to my teeth. Even chocolate chips in ice cream are just horrible. Almost anything else is a better treat for me.
I think I have a hard plasticy shell. In fact, the other day I told Keith that I did. We were talking about church and I said that it always takes me longer to feel the Spirit than the average person because it has to get through my tough shell. Well, like usual, when I say something like that, the universe finds a way to teach me a lesson. While I was waiting for Lucy in guitar class yesterday, I read, "but as many as will not harden their hearts shall be saved in the kingdom of God." Jacob 6:4 It sounds like having a hard heart is an action doesn't it--like I had to do something to get one. Great. That's what I wanted to know. I've taken a really blessed life, albeit sprinkled with a lot of trials, and dipped it in something hard that can potentially ruin the pleasure of all the rest. I've done that.
Now, having said that, I don't want to be a person who shows every emotion they feel, but I do want to have a softer heart, a broken heart (which I've always interpreted as broken-open), which will help qualify me for the kingdom of heaven. I have a system I use when someone else buys me a shelled ice cream treat or I buy one by accident. I peel back the chocolate, piece by piece. It's a messy, sticky job, but I get to enjoy what's inside. Maybe that would work in life. We'll see.
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