Valentine’s Day is still a few days away, but I didn’t want to ignore it so we’re wrapping up our “honor/shame” discussion in sort of a Valentine’s Day context. It may seem like a bit of a stretch, but we can be assured that if the living God is involved, there’s a love connection of some kind to be made if we look for it. So, hopefully, there’s a worthwhile lesson or two waiting to be unveiled and applied, and it doesn’t involve flowers, cards, or candy.
An Early Encounter ~
And speaking of Valentine’s Day, one of my early memorable encounters with the “Hallmark Holiday” involved a girl whose family moved to our small southern Virginia town from New York. In spite of her “Yankee” origin, strange accent, and the rumor that she liked eating something called bagels for breakfast instead of biscuits, she seemed nice. And for reasons I didn’t fully understand at the time, she was really appealing to look at. Whatever that strange quality she seemed to possess was, it made the terrifying risk of trying to get her to notice me worth considering.
The approach of Valentine’s Day, coupled with the discovery that one of my buddies had a bag of those candy hearts with stuff written on them, gave birth to an idea. The ones he had weren’t those tiny, smeary ones, but the bigger, easier to read ones, which contributed to the
strategy we began to devise. The plan required the services of an accomplice because at that point in my life, I was overweight, wore clunky looking glasses, had a haircut done by my grandpa (an ex-Marine Corps barber), and wore clothes Mom ordered from a Sears catalog. My first contact had to be more than just walking up to this girl and handing her a candy valentine heart. Thankfully, my friend with the bag of hearts was willing to try to make it more interesting. He would approach her with the candy heart that said “Be Mine” and tell her it was from me.
Game On ~
It was a bold move, but he seemed confident it would work, so it was “game on.” We’d look for a time in the hallway when she wasn’t talking with someone else. I’d position myself in sight of them and be ready to smile at her and nod my head when she looked my way. Then he’d call me over and introduce me. The plot felt flawless.
The first part went just as we’d rehearsed. He walked up to her and handed her the heart and delivered his line. She took it, smiled, and said, “Thanks.” Then without reading it or looking
my way, she promptly popped it in her mouth, wheeled around, and headed off down the hall. I’m not sure what I really expected, but it definitely wasn’t that. Admittedly, I knew nothing about love back then, but I figured that if it felt anything like that, I’d rather have a weirdly uncomfortable and embarrassing rash. If I had a rash, at least I could put some cream on it.
One More Example ~
That cute little ex-New Yorker never did notice me, and, unfortunately, she wasn’t the last Valentine’s Day disappointment heading my way. Another one came years later and this time involved a girl I had known for a couple of years and had shared Valentine’s Day gifts with before. So, I didn’t feel intimidated in this case because I was faithfully following through with a guy’s universally approved Valentine’s Day procedure. I bought her one of those medium-sized heart-shaped boxes of candy with the paper lace trim around the edges. On the day of delivery, I walked up to her proudly holding her romance-inducing, love-enhancing Valentine’s Day prize behind my back.
Before I could even bring it into view, her face descended from a smile to a flat, emotionless gaze. She sighed briefly, and said, “I know what you’re holding behind your back.” Then she followed up with, “It’s another one of those heart-shaped boxes of candy that the drug store had on that last minute sale, isn’t it?” And my heart sank.
Lessons Begin to Emerge ~
This time, the recipient of the gift I had for her at least saw a message in it, but it wasn’t the message I intended to send, and it didn’t produce the outcome I had hoped for. The mutual disappointments didn’t leave lasting scars for anyone, but they left seeds for spiritual
implications that would not germinate until much, much later. The lessons God wanted me to learn from that experience involve addressing some important, but potentially uncomfortable, questions. Though the girl in the incident never actually asked them, I can look back and see the questions in her face as she appraised the gift I was about to give her.
Obviously, Valentine’s Day wouldn’t fall under the heading of a “Christian” holiday, and we don’t approach God with our “love gifts” to Him wrapped in colorful heart-shaped boxes. But what if we adopted that perspective for a moment? Could some of those uncomfortable questions I saw in the eyes of my love object years ago be coming from God’s side of the exchange? And might some of them sound something like these from His viewpoint:
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- What’s the gift really intended to do? Is your primary objective to bless Me, or just to make yourself look good?
- Are the contents of the box intended to meet a need I have, fulfill My desire for something, reinforce our relationship, or just something to fulfill a ritualistic obligation?
- Does the gift acknowledge your awareness and emphasize your gratitude for the sacrifices I made to have this relationship with you?
- What are you really trusting as your means of generating the response you want from Me? Is it the popular culture’s approval of the packaging you chose? Or is the response you hope to get from Me entirely dependent on the value I place on what’s inside the box?
- Finally, do the contents of this heart-shaped box reflect and validate the love that you claim it represents?
Identifying the Primary Ingredient ~
Suppose for a minute that we want to offer God a special “love gift” that we know He would
treasure. What would it look like? How would we “package” it? Would we wrap it in our uplifting worship songs? Would we demonstrate it by supporting some ministry with our labor? Would we exhibit it in our eloquent words, or talented performances? Those things are all good, but there’s something that God wants included in any gift we offer him. Jesus indicated that when He reiterated Isaiah’s declaration of God’s disappointment in what His people were offering Him:
He [Jesus] answered and said to them,
Well did Isaiah prophesy of you hypocrites, as it is written:
This people honors Me with their lips, But their heart is far from Me. And in vain they worship Me, Teaching as doctrines the commandments of men.’ (Mark 7:6–7 NKJV)
More than anything, God wants our hearts, not just our words. He wants our love, not just our acknowledgement. He wants the honor we offer to be defined by His terms, not ours. Thankfully, it isn’t complicated. There’s one principle that brings it all together, and Jesus identified it in simple, unambiguous language when He said:
If you love Me, keep My commandments. (John 14:15 NKJV)
And John reinforced it later:
For this is the love of God, that we keep His commandments. And His commandments are not burdensome. (1 John 5:3 NKJV)
In a Valentine’s Day context, we might say that God wants all of the gifts we offer Him to be in a “heart-shaped” package. That is, He wants our words, our worship, and our work to reflect the contents of a willing and obedient heart. It comes down to this. We cannot honor God more than to love Him with all our heart – and we cannot love Him more than to practice the principles He taught. When we proclaim God’s honor with our love and demonstrate our love with obedience, the gift we offer and the heart that presents it become one – and the fountain of blessing flows in both directions.
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Your comments took me back to a Christmas message where the little boy kneeling beside Jesus’ manger laments that he has nothing to give him like the three wise men with their fancy gifts. So he humbly says that he would just give him his all, his heart. Truly, that is all we can do. The problem becomes – will we?
I enjoyed reading you and J.D.’s exchange. Y’all crack me up!
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Thanks again, Kallen–and I love your comment about J.D.–he’s a hoot, and one of those guys who’s hard not to love. And re. giving Jesus all our heart is about the most all inclusive thing we can actually do, and the thing He wants the most. Solomon said that we are to “keep our heart with all diligence,” and followed it up by saying that everything we do ultimately flows out of it. So, it sounds simple, but it’s profoundly powerful–thanks for pointing that out, and keep on keeping the Light shining.
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So sorry I’m tardy in reading and responding but it’s been a weekend of ER visits and Birthday lunches. With church and Life Group thrown in for good measure. In any case, I found myself laughing, smiling, and recalling my awkward years of Valentine’s past and learning how different girls think. You mean a certificate for a free lube job ain’t romantic? 🙂
I remember my first foray into even noticing that girls were different, and I was glad they were, was when I was in the 6th grade and Brenda moved to town. She was smart, funny, nice, she smelled nice and was sweeter than a poke full of peaches. I must’ve spent an hour picking out just the right Valentine’s Day card. There was a silhouette couple holding hands as they strolled along a beach at sunset. The perfect card for a Florida boy. I can’t remember the mushy sentiments inside, but I just knew that card would have me strolling along the beach with Brenda at my side in no time at all.
The night before at supper, mama inquired if they planned on exchanging Valentine’s Day at school. I said, “Yes, but I’m only bringing one card. After all, I only liked one girl, and I wasn’t even sure she liked me back. As mama’s do, she fussed till I showed her the card. When I showed it to her, she looked shocked and said there was no way I was giving that card to any girl! Of course, that hurt my feelings cause I had paid for the card myself. And at 16 and in the 6th grade (not really, but made ya snort, didn’t I?), I figured we was old enough for a mushy card like that. Instead, mama brought out a 40-year old box of Disney-inspired cards that kids gave in the third grade. She said for me to take them to school and share with everyone.
Well, if I couldn’t give the future Mrs. Wininger (although I didn’t even know what that was at the time) the card I wanted her to have, then I wasn’t gonna give any cards at all. So, me and my proud self went to school empty-handed. You already know who needed some ointment for a broken heart the next day. Brenda must’ve got cards from every boy in school. And when she gave me one of them “grown up” cards as mama called them, and I had nothing to offer her in return, I near bout died. Remember, I wasn’t about to hand the future Mrs. Wininger a Mickey Mouse card with them big ‘ol goofy ears on it. Mine were goofy enough looking.
Well, I reckon Brenda got a better offer cause she didn’t speak to me again that year. Oh, well, what might have been. Three kids, two dogs, a chain-smoking, beer-swilling wife who would divorce me for the lawn guy cause he had a pickup truck. Guess God knew what He was doing after all, saving me for my Ms. Diane and all.
I near bout fell out of my chair though when I read about y’all havin’ a cream for rashes. The best we had was Rosebud salve. If that didn’t work, then we had two other options for medicine. Baking soda (sodey) and water to make a paste to rub on it or Castor Oil. It killed everything on the inside, including tastebuds, will to live, etc.
To get to the serious part of your post, not that young love ain’t serious, but I thought about my Valentine’s Day gift for Jesus might be. As you so poetically wrote, I couldn’t begin to offer anything that compares to the gift of true freedom (John 8:31-33) He gave to me, but I thought of one thing. I’d want to look through your buddy’s big sack of candy hearts to find just the right one. Instead of saying “Be Mine”, it would say “I’m Yours”. I think the greatest gift we can give Christ is ourselves. Our whole, entire, complete self. It’s the only gift that could even compare for the gift of Himself that He gave to us.
God’s blessings and a special Valentine’s Day wish for great joy, peace, and happiness to you and your precious Ms. Diane. Enjoyed as always my friend, and apologies again for my tardiness.
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Talk about snorting coffee! You need to take this show on the road, Brother :). I read it late last night, but it needed to wait till this morning to respond. People pay for entertainment not nearly as laugh our loud funny as some of the totally unexpected stuff you come up with. Sharing your Valentine adventures were more fun than Diane and I have had for a while. You have a gift for making it so easy to see your adventures unfold and it’s delightful.
On another note, Wow.–what a series of things to deal with lately. We’re concerned, of course, about the mention of a visit to the ER, and are praying for God’s special attention to whomever was involved and to heal whatever made it necessary. Obviously, you’ve got more than enough to deal with on any ordinary day, and I hope your week is starting off as smoothly as possible. We’re once again so blessed to hear from you and to get to feel the kind of family connection you’re so good at extending. The blend of joy, concern, and uplifting encouragement you sent this time has been a great kickoff to our Valentine’s week and we’re praying that it will be specially blessed for you and Mrs. Diane.
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The fountain of blessings will flow in both directions when we approach our Lord with deep and true love for Him and all He has done and will do, Ron. You’ve illustrated that so perfectly with your previous experiences with Valentine’s Day. Thank you so much for this wise and wonderful reflection today!
Blessings!
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You are always such a bright spot in our day, Martha, and your sweet spirit shines though in everything you write and do. I’m glad you guys got the bed fixed, and I enjoyed that episode you shared. It has been a rainy, dreary morning around here, and I’m grateful for the ray of sunlight you sent along with your encouraging comment.
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