When I think of violence in the world, the heart of the matter is that people should act out of love, not fear. When I am overweight and not fit, the heart of the matter is that I need to take better care of me.
When I think of the heart of Atlanta, I think of Centennial Olympic Park—a gift from the 1996 Olympics—a place that showcases this wonderfully multi-cultural city. When I think of the heart of my hometown, I think of its downtown, where people come together to eat, shop, and do business.
When I think of stories Dad told me about growing up on a Minnesota family farm in the 1920s, the heart of every story is each person’s tireless efforts to serve the family. When I think of the heart of stories in the Bible, Quran, and other great religious books, I think of timeless messages of love.
What do you want to share about the meaning of heart as the center?