Jesus said that you will know them by their fruits.
What if I don't want people to know me by my fruits? What if instead, I want people to know me by my heart? What if instead, I wanted to be known for having theheart of a lion?
My heart is the most important part of me. Not how intelligent I am. Not the ratio of muscle to fat on me, not the amount of wisdom I might have, or being a hard worker. I want to be known for having a good heart. I want to be known for my intentions. I want people to see all that I am, and forget everything that I do. Forget the mistakes. Forget that I don't always think before I speak. Forget that I don't get along with every person I've ever met.
Know me by my heart; my passion; my fierceness; my necessity to protect, my desire to never fail-although that's not something I've perfected. My intentions are all that matter to me. My heart is my soul; it's my being; it's all that makes up Jesse Morris.
The heart of a lion. I've been asked why I do what I do; why I travel around the world; why I went on the world race; why I came to Spain.
The answer is that I'm not content.
Paul said to be content in all things; in all situations. I don't believe that complacency was what He meant. I don't believe that he meant I should get a 9-5, a two-story to put the wife and kids in until I get old and pop my grandkids up to my knee to tell them stories of my college days.
Content is the last word that I would think of if I chose to live that life and so I don't.
That brings me back to the question: why do I do what I do and go where I go, because not being content is simply the preface.
God made me with two strong arms and two strong legs. He gave me a good brain and a great heart and if I were to sit by and not use that for the benefit of those in need, then I would be complacent. I cannot sit by and do nothing! I have got to do something! There are people that are hurting; that are being abused; that are underfed; that are living on the streets; that have had the right to freedom stripped of them and I need to help them. I need to do whatever these arms and legs and brain and heart can do to help them.
This is me. This is my heart. It's a burning fire inside of me and I can't put it out. Believe me, I've tried. I've tried putting the images that I saw last year in the back of my head and letting someone else take care of those problems. I've tried ignoring it. I've tried forgetting and each time I fail.
I want the heart of a lion. I want people to see a fire in me; to see a glow of something that they can't explain but they know it's good. I don't know what else to say. I just want people to know that I'm not out here for the joyride. I'm not out here to see the world.
That all changed the minute I saw stark poverty; a city in ruins; a country plagued with communism; a government intended to protect it's people and instead robbing them of their meager belongings.
That all changed when I saw the glow in the African babies eyes and realized that photographers can lie and these babiesdon't cry all the time.
I realized that the glow in their eyes means there's hope and if there's hope then it's a chance of survival and if it's a chance of survival, I want to be next to them when their life is given back to them.
I realized that maybe God gave me a really big heart for a really big reason and that reason was to give it to other's.
