Day 1: Trampled Peace
Our tireless toil to maintain the majority rule has marginalized Jesus’ minority report of peace. Our voices have muted the angels’ anthem. We’ve trampled peace in our mad rush to preserve our place in the public square. We’ve been so focused on ensuring that the story endures that we never noticed we’d begun to tell a different one.
Day 2: Do you have a peace about that?
Peace, or better yet Shalom, isn’t a vague, subjective tingling that we’ll feel if we just hold still enough. Shalom isn’t an emotional sensor embedded in our hearts that God uses to guide us like some sort of spiritual GPS.
Day 3: An unexpected Peace
I often wonder if any of the shepherds who listened to the angels and kelt before the infant Jesus later collapsed by the graves of their own tiny sons. Surely, this was not the peace they expected.
Day 4: Peace was promised. Now we fight for Peace
For me, when the angels proclaimed “peace on earth” they were talking about the peace that flows from forgiven sin–and much more. What if they actually envisioned a world without tanks, aircraft carriers, jet fighters, and nuclear standoffs?
Day 5: Peace in the dark corners
So, how do we live as people who believe the angelic announcement of peace but see
so little of it in our own world?
Day 6: How long, Oh Lord?
How long, Lord? Will you forget us forever?
How long will you hide your face from us?
Day 7: Children murdered in drone strikes and wombs deserve our outrage as well
But what about the others? When will we speak and act for them? Our poignant national outpouring of grief stands in stark contrast to our apathetic disregard of the children whose death makes no noise.
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