A lot of our lives are lived in confusion. Whether weâre insecure about our jobs or simply unsure what to eat for dinner, it seems weâre constantly in a state of indecision.
I suppose we canât avoid making choices, for life consists of making at least a hundred of them in a day. To be sure, not all of them are particularly important; whether I put on the lucky rocketship underpants or Woolies-faithfuls hardly compares to the decision of whom I should marry. Itâs those kinds of uncertainties that can lead to a whole lot of anxiety, and Iâm not sure we should be tolerating it.
In the beginning God created. The primordial chaos was shaped into heavens and earth, a bright light was switched on to bring sleepy bedtime and crusty morning. The globe wobbled and green leaves turned to brown to pink to green and back again. Formless and void was molded and infused with the rhythm of life. No hint of chaos.
Of course things are different now compared to the days when our ancestors ran about naked in the garden. Sin. Pride. Discontent. Banished. From the Garden. From Peace with the creator. From Peace with each other.
And yet the same Spirit that hovered over the waters then still hovers over our cities today. Rhythm and Life still push through the cracks in the concrete pavements of our cities, offering to shape our lives and fill them with order again, with Peace.
Really? Can traffic hour, cranky boss, stifling meeting, crashed PC, grocery queue, domestic dispute; can those find order? Peace? The same Spirit that infused life into the first human body still offers to blow through his descendants today. Yes, Peace, possible.
That may be all well and good, but what about that deeper anxiety in my soul? The one not really dependent on traffic patterns or service delivery strikes?
âJesus said to them again, âPeace be with youâ…And when he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them, âReceive the Holy Spiritââ.
The risen Son of Man appears for the first time to his friends, huddled together sick with anxiety, and breathes Peace on them. A deeper peace, long promised:
And you, child, will be called the prophet of the Most High;
for you will go before the Lord to prepare his ways,
to give knowledge of salvation to his people
in the forgiveness of their sins,
because of the tender mercy of our God,
whereby the sunrise shall visit us from on high
to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the way of peace
A promise to plant man back in the garden again, in created order, in loving relationship, with their creator, and with each other.
Let the dust of daily life settle. Let the dirty air between us be blown away. Let the fog obscuring our path back to God be lifted. Let Peace reign. Search after it. Make decisions that allow itâs reign. For God is not a God of confusion but of Peace.