I seem to be behind this season. My apologies. I will try to publish Advent #3 later on today to catch myself up. I pray your advent season is full of miracles, and your time of waiting is a time of beauty. Hilary
Psalm 55:4-8 — The Message
My insides are turned inside out;
specters of death have me down.
I shake with fear,
I shudder from head to foot.
“Who will give me wings,” I ask—
“wings like a dove?”
Get me out of here on dove wings;
I want some peace and quiet.
I want a walk in the country,
I want a cabin in the woods.
I’m desperate for a change
from rage and stormy weather.
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“HOLDING PEACE IN A LAND OF CHAOS,”
It seems we are drowning in chaos.
We shudder from specters,
and dwell in a land where fear rules,
with no set rules, no guidelines but
greed, meanness and distrust and money
Here, in this place, at this time,
here, we are surrounded
by people who propagate this madness.
“Truly I tell you,
whatever you did for one of the least
of these brothers and sisters of mine,
you did for me.”
Again, we are them.
They are us. They, we,
are that least that
Jesus claims is he, himself.
Holding Peace in the midst of chaos
is in a very real way holding
Peace within our own spirits.
This is the Peace that can wrap
around cold hearts like a soft comforter,
a warm quilt—
we can snuggle in this Peace,
centering on the center that is
Peace itself ̶ the center of the world
we know as Jesus.
If we hold this center
we can stand in the midst of chaos,
We can be the Peace for those for whom
chaos is their life.
If we are they and they are us
then if we hold Peace in us
we are holding it within their chaos