Someone recently told me that they hope I “find peace” someday.
How presumptuous.
I found peace a long time ago when I accepted the Prince of Peace.
To walk in faith doesn’t mean you’re supposed to be a door mat for others to walk on. And it doesn’t mean that you walk in fear of speaking up for your principles or doing what’s right according to those principles, even if that stirs the pot and ruffles some slippery feathers.
And let’s never forget our Lord’s words in Matthew 10:34, “Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword.”
Yes, our battles are spiritual, but they manifest in the real world of flesh and blood.
We are not only light, but also salt. And salt can sting when put on a wound, and this world is wounded.
So, my peace is in Him – not in bending the knee for the sake of comfort, acceptance, and convenience to the wicked god of this age.
Child of God, husband, father, grandfather, rabblerouser, songwriter, pot stirrer, waiting for the King.