Just Another Brick

In 1979 Pink Floyd released The Wall, the first and only Pink Floyd album I would ever purchase.  My parents must have cringed to hear "We Don't Need No Education" blasting from the speakers of our mini stereo.  But the whole concept of the Wall has come to mind recently, because I find myself tempted to build a wall.

image:  Flickr user MyDigitalSLR

My wall would be called I don't care.  Every hurt, every disappointment, every rejection adds a brick to the wall.  After all, if I don't care, I can't get hurt, right?  The wall is not a monument to the hurts--I don't even remember them--but a shield against future pain.

There's a problem with this plan, though:  If I don't care, how can I obey what Jesus says are the two greatest commandments:   ^"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength" and "Love your neighbor as yourself" (Mark 12:30,31)?  

I can't do that if I'm busy protecting myself.  So I have a choice to make:  build the wall to protect myself, or trust God.  He may not shield me from every injury, but I can be certain that He will do what's best.  I'd rather leave my heart in His hands instead of mine!