It’s that itty-bitty word that carries a world of promise, isn’t it?
I’ve searched for it my whole life and always felt like I was one step away from obtaining it. If I could just get ahead on my mortgage, go a few months without bickering with my husband, find a way to take daily baths with candles and soft music…
Then peace might just be mine.
The irony of it is that the harder we try to make “peace” happen, the more elusive it is. Because we realize we can’t take baths every day (if you can, please don’t leave a comment here announcing it, because you might get pummeled by us frazzled friends:)) and we can’t seem to step outside our flesh enough to feel like we have achieved it.
You know those little music-player things at Target that advertise little snippits of CD’s? The ones where you can push a button and hear the overly relaxed, slightly-British and well-rehearsed lady say, “The Isles of Capri…A place you can only afford to go by pushing number seven on the pictured keypad…” and then the piano plays and all the world is right for 17 seconds? Yeah. Well, I have been convinced on more than one occasion that by buying one of these suckers, I will become suddenly and irrevocably peaceful, and when I ask the kids to set the table it will come out like a sedated British woman instead of the harried, ponytailed mom who wants to have words with anyone remotely related to Calgon.
I may have gotten carried away.
But surely you are with me on this one.
Where do you look? Where have you searched for peace?
One of my absolute favorite sentences in this book is on page 113, and it says, “The ‘world’ gives peace only in the way that it can give, which is prone to punctures.”
Punctures. Yes. That’s what those little holes are that keep deflating my carefully inflated balloon of peace.
For years I have heard people talk about the peace that can only come from Christ, and in fact, I have felt it. What I haven’t been able to articulate until reading these chapters is the way it is intricately bound to other virtues, and without those, we cannot truly have peace. It is what we all long for, and if you are someone who has ever stopped in a Target aisle or dreamed of a night with hot water and bubbles, I have good news for you.
You are closer than you think.
The Lord longs to bless you with peace no matter where you stand (or lie, for that matter) and His peace is not to be compared to any other lesser thing disguised as such.
Join us as we discuss chapters 8 & 9…and may peace be yours this week.
We are praying for you in our best British accents.
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