When we first moved here to Central Texas, I found the sound of distant explosions frightening. Now, however, they have become familiar background noise, just the sound of artillery practice at nearby Ft. Hood. I heard them again this week, and thought how easy it has become to ignore this reminder of war and destruction. These days the two wars in which our country is involved aren't always on the front page of the morning paper or the lead stories on the news. The violence seems only to matter to those for whom it is personal, who have loved ones in harms way or have lost them to the violence of war and terrorism. In this season as I contemplate once again the birth of the Prince of Peace, I think how much this weary world needs peace. Peace is hard work. Violence often seems like a quick solution. Then we spend generations trying to fix the problems the quick fix of violence caused. Perhaps if more of us were willing to take a chance on peace the tide would turn. Perhaps I should be willing to take a step in that direction rather than waiting for others to move first. Maybe then I might be a light shining in the darkness of this world for others to see.
Grace and Peace,