The news hit again, a terrorist
attack on Brussels, dozens dead. Drone
strikes and ISIS and shootings in the street.
Paris attacks and immigrants drowned.
Terrible, terrible things.
How do you find peace in a
world where war seems so prevalent? How
do you find peace in the journey of Christ to the cross? Violence begetting violence. Swords and cut off ears and hands being
nailed to a cross?
Years ago I remember hearing
a story about a woman who complained to the local library because they had a
dictionary which contained, what she said, were dirty words. She found these words offensive and brought
the book to the head librarian and demanded that the book be removed.
“This book contains dirty
words!” She said to the head librarian.
And the librarian responded
with: “Madam, you were looking for them.”
It’s difficult in this 24-7
world of news and internet and Facebook, etc. to find peace. It’s easy to find war and fear and hatred and
anger and murder and strife and confusion and pain and evil. A lot of our economy is based on those. What’s going to put you in front of your TV
so that every 12 minutes we can sell you products that make you feel inferior
about yourself, your body, your sex drive, your car, your life?
Someone once said: “Imagine how many magazines and companies
would go out of business if women just accepted their bodies exactly how they
are.”
Let’s face
it: It’s hard to find peace. It takes work. It takes thought. It takes effort. Sometimes it means stripping away old
prejudices or thought processes and rethinking things.
I walk by a Mosque
two times a day. For some politicians
that mosque should have a cop car out front 24/7. Those going to and from should be
profiled. We should train cameras on the
mosque. Heck, while we’re at it, let’s
just round ‘em all up and put arm bands on them and put them in a nice fun camp
somewhere so they can’t hurt us or hurt each other.
If I sought fear and hatred
and anger and frustration maybe I’d go the long way around. Maybe I’d just keep walking. Maybe I’d wait a few more minutes to take a
bus that would drive me two blocks a different way. Maybe.
It’s HARD to find Peace. I admit that.
And it’s a struggle. But,
honestly, if you look hard enough. You
can find it.
Even in the darkness.
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