Peace on Earth
I adore a good winter storm. I love it when the surf is pounding on the beach so hard it tumbles me out of bed just to stand and appreciate its score. I love the sound of the rain joining in the ovation with its own waves of applause drumming on the roof. I love the feel of the wind, as it slams into the front of the cabin with so much force the picture windows rattle and the power tinks off for the rest of the day. It’s time to settle another log into the coals in the fireplace, light a fragrant candle, and wrap my hands around a cozy cup of tea. Yes, I love a good winter storm. And, I hope this one doesn’t blow over too soon…
Even so, I find little to appreciate when the other storms of life tap on my backdoor. When the dentist says I need a crown on the first day of Christmas and a root canal on the 5th day of Christmas, I don’t exactly feel like rehearsing the rest of the song, or relishing the miles I will get off this one. There are few glissandos being played on the air-pianos in my life when addiction, especially during the holidays, wreaks havoc in the lives of the lost I love so much, especially the life of my suicidal friend. And, unlike my Savior, who was thinking of me while being tortured to death on a Roman cross, I’m not exactly thinking of others when being stoned to death for daring to believe that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever, and not Anyone in need of a trendy, progressive, socially acceptable, and politically correct makeover. No, being apologetically inadequate and given to stuttering when it comes to defending my faith, it is easy to find myself the subject of ridicule. And in my self-pity at the party, I just want the storm to go away and the mocking laughter of the deafening hurricane to stop.
And then, the Holy Spirit does His thing. Like the wind, His love and the truth of His Word seeps through the cracks in the walls of my heart out to those I’ve no clue how to love, as He says something in-through-for-with-and-to me I could never have thought of, let alone say or even believe without Him. With a single word, He calms the storm and I am not alone. There is Peace ~ in every storm.
And He awoke and rebuked the wind and said to the sea, “Peace. Be still.” And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.
~ Mark 4:39
Peace to you through His grace,