The Wizard of Oz is on to profundity while portraying the cowardly Lion needing courage, the Scarecrow seeking a brain, and the Tin Man longing for heart.
The latter languished from a debilitating heartbreak and has since decided to pursue the hermit's resolve to veer from any emotional entanglements. Through the years, he turned metal and his feelings disappeared.
I know a lot of Tin Men.
Tin Women, too.
I was one of them, you see.
Like all others in the reclusive cave, I somehow subscribed to the whisper: "I think you are wrong to want a heart. It makes most people unhappy. If you only knew it, you are in luck not to have a heart."
I was unbreakable ... but damned.
When I met Christ, the first thing He dealt with was the nucleus of my being.
I used to drink from wells that fill me for a day or two. But the cisterns never satiate. They merely seduced me with delusive porn. In Christ, the water He offers is living. I no longer thirst.
Christ knew my thirst. Before He conquered my heart, he wailed: "I Thirst!"
The Tin is gone.
The Win is done.