It’s bigger than us, you know. Peace.
But it begins with us.
It begins when we breath in the breath of God
and cease the hand waving and the frenzied checklist of expectations and
instead, extend our hands in an embrace and trade our checklists, our
itemized "my-language," for dialogue grounded in hope, so that it becomes "other-language."
Peace begins when we can recognize that we
have “enough.” Enough food, enough
stuff, enough love, enough faith and in turn, respond when we encounter those
who do not know what it means to have enough.
Peace begins when we recognize the value of another…the value of God’s
creation, made in the image of God…and respond with fewer frowns and eye rolls
or snapped fingers or harsh words and instead with compassion and encouragement
and love as we work – as we have been called to – as instruments of peace.
It's certainly easier said than done...maybe even especially during this time of year. When breathing in the breath of God reminds us of how tight our chest is, how heavy the heart can be, and how high our shoulders have ascended.
And so I pray this day, that peace might be yours...that it might fill the heart in ways that are consuming, so that you might share it with another, in ways that are life-giving.