Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Is A Heart Transplant Needed?

Good morning/afternoon everyone.

If you are following me on social media, my mid-morning thought asked a question: do you agree/disagree (and why) in that if I desire to see change in others, then my heart must change? I believe the answer is a resounding YES. Before I go any further, I would like to dedicate this post to anyone who has a neurological disorder (such as Cerebral Palsy) or a neurodevelopmental disorder (such as Autism or Aspergers). I believe that you (or your caregiver) will be able to understand me as I share what was dropped in my spirit this morning.

The late Stephen Covey said that one out of the seven habits of highly effective people is to "seek first to understand, then be understood." I believe this principle is based off of the words that Jesus said, and that's He didn't come to be served but to serve. Serving is placing others before yourself. Unfortunately, people who have disorders like I mentioned above are never understood by others, because many don't want to take the time to understand. I heard that 50 Cent mocked someone who was autistic. Being autistic myself, on a high level, I can say that being mocked or ridiculed in my life doesn't come as a surprise. I'm his case, it's a natural reaction when you initially don't know what a person suffers or is going through. I'm not defending him, I'm just writing from the perspective of that's how many people in this world treat those who are suffering from these types of disorders. Contrary to what neuro-typicals think (neuro-typicals are people who don't have Autism), these people are worthy of love and understanding. In fact, they are really harmless. Speaking for myself, having faced ridiculed, bullying, abuse, being misunderstood and labeled immature, very few people have taken the time to understand me. Now, I'm not saying that to just get attention. I just want to make the point that if we have the heart to understand others (and stop forcing those who have these conditions to conform to what society's standard is - whatever that is), then we can all get along. To have them conform without even seeking to understand them and what they're dealing with, is bullying and really judging them. And I will never say that I didn't make fun of someone in that condition in my life before. I'll admit it was pure ignorance until I realized that I was actually diagnosed with it myself. But also, another person didn't have what I have, but she was overweight, but she was a dear friend to me and it made me hangs my perception of how I see people (and that was at the very end of my 10th grade year).

In order to get to this place where we don't point fingers at them or curse them, a heart transplant is needed. It's extremely hypocritical to down someone with it, but if the tables turned, you would want the world to stop for you. Our stony hearts must be taken out so we are given a heart of flesh. Everybody, regardless of what they're dealing with, has a gift given to them by God. I pray that we start to understand people in these conditions and stop ostracizing them from society. What will happen is that they will end their lives externally or internally. 

I would even challenge you to hug somebody who has a condition I stated above - not with the mindset of "I'm better than you," but with a spirit of, "I'm so glad you were born and you are special to me and in the eyes of God."

So, I believe that a heart transplant is needed in a lot of people, including me. So, I need to exchange my stony heart for a heart of flesh. I want a heart that loves others, forgives others, and to understand others without criticizing or judging others. I don't want to have a heart where I excuse the faults of some and say it's just their personality but tolerate it in others (this kind of heart really breeds partiality). I want a heart where I admit my shortcomings and not blame others for it. I want a heart that seeks to bless others and speak life to and over everyone.

Are you with me in wanting a heart transplant?

Blessings,

The Mayne Man