My friend, may I ask you a question? When we have to deal with the imposing and interrupting power of feuding in our lives, isn’t it incredible how a small conflict can blow up and suddenly destroy the fabric of peace in our lives?
My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m Mark Brunner.
There are many ways to disturb the peace. Since it will be the Fourth of July in just a few weeks, the peace in our little valley will be disturbed for weeks prior to the event and especially to those coming after the event by left-over firecrackers and bottle rockets. Every now and then, our cool summer evenings will be rudely interrupted by a nearby explosion and burst of juvenile laughter. Then, in a moment or two, the birds start quietly singing again and things fall back into place. It’s remarkable how easily something as simple as a bottle rocket can disturb the fabric of peace. A lot goes into making that peace; there are the gentle breezes, birds singing, buzzing insects, and a whole myriad of sounds, sights and smells. But all it takes is one small and annoying bottle rocket and the whole “shebang” is run clear off the road for the duration of the whine, bang and pop of the rocket. Everything pauses when the peace is disturbed like this and waits for an understanding as to what that was and will it happen again?
In many ways its the same thing when we have to deal with the imposing and interrupting power of feuding in our lives. It's incredible how a small conflict can blow up and suddenly destroy the fabric of peace in our lives. And, what's even more astounding is how, when we look back on what we thought was major turned out to be quite trivial after all.
Here's a story about how easily peace might be disturbed only to be even more easily restored. “French novelist and playwright Alexander Dumas once had a heated quarrel with a rising young politician. The argument became so intense that a duel was inevitable. Since both men were superb shots they decided to draw lots, the loser agreeing to shoot himself. Dumas lost. Pistol in hand, he withdrew in silent dignity to another room, closing the door behind him. The politician and the rest of the company waited in agonizing anticipation and, to be sure, some dread and gloomy suspense, for the shot that would end Alexander Dumas's career. It rang out at last. After a moment or two of stunned silence, his friends ran to the door, opened it, and found Dumas, a smile and a wink on his face and a smoking revolver in hand. ‘Gentlemen, a most regrettable thing has happened,’ he announced. ‘I’ve missed.’” (Today in the Word)
By taking that shot, missing and putting a smile and a little humor on the whole situation, Dumas defused what was major and made it into something quite minor. The rest of the story? In the years that followed both Dumas and the politician became close friends and often laughed about their feud and the famous, Dumas’ missed shot. Sure, there was a smoking gun; but that smoking gun was a testimony to a willingness to forgive and overcome rather than to condemn and divide. Feuds like that simple little bottle rocket, disrupt for a time. But what a blessing it is that the peace inevitably rebuilds itself again over time. The fabric of peace rebuilds itself when we decide to put the anger and noise of a feud behind us; allowing the necessary time for a smile and wink to take its place instead. When we put God’s peace before our own understanding of justice, life may still be disturbing at times, but knowing God’s peace will return, takes the edge off and makes coping possible.
We pray. Our Father in Heaven. Life can often becoming very disturbing Lord, especially when what had been peaceful is interrupted by the noises of life we hadn’t anticipated. For a while we chafe and struggle with the unexpected and the interruptive. Forgive us when we lose focus on where our joy and peace comes from: Jesus Christ. Peace will return eventually. All is well. In Jesus name we pray. Amen!
Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.
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