Adventures of Heart Longing: An Allegory of the Fruit of the Spirit in Bloomington, MN

Heart did not understand. How could he say she was dirty? She was wearing her best dress-the one with the pretty little blue flowers all over it. And she had carefully dusted off her new black sneakers. Heart hung her head, her eyes sweeping down over herself. She was hurt, mystified, and then horrified! Where the light from Word struck her clothes, it showed how dirty they really were and even had holes. When his light touched her fruit, it appeared brown and spoiled, emitting an unpleasant smell.
Word slowly closed the heavy gate. Wiping the tears from her eyes and biting her lip to keep it from trembling, Heart turned and walked over to a nearby tree. She could hold back no longer. Dumping her spoiled, worthless fruit on the ground, she burst out sobbing. What could have gone wrong? She had tried so hard! Never had she expected to fail so miserably.