
Story Of Peace
IN THREE DIRECTIONS The story of Peace is a beautiful one. It is the story of healing. It is the Incarnation of Jesus Christ, His death and resurrection. It is a rescue story that pierces bone and marrow. It is a hero’s story, a marriage story, a loved and lost and found story. What happens to a child who grows up not knowing Jesus? What does that child grow up to become? Lost, wandering, anxious, searching, spinning, quarreling, hating. Conflict is the norm. Chaos is the norm. Disorder is the norm. These are stormy seas and turbulent times. Man is not inherently good. Have you ever walked a dying friend down the Roman Road to salvation? I have. It’s a difficult road to walk when your loved one, who grew up just down the hill attending church, has never owned a Bible, has never sought the Savior, has feared not God but man. Now she sits before me on her death bed blaming God. “I had nothing to confess,” said she to the Priest one week before. “It’s not like I ever killed a person,” her angry heart shot forth. The tears of God I felt, I let wash over me in sorrow, not for judgement or for fright or for anger or for might, but for silent retrospection for this place I know too well. Always spinning, never moving, one step forward two steps back. “For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God” (Romans 3:23) I heard my words say softly. It’s this first most difficult step toward peace on the Roman Road to salvation.

