This is the final word — the period on the sentence of the description of Christ in Colossians chapter one.
He was sacrificed to make peace.
Bruised. Deserted. Accused. Rejected. Ashamed. Mocked. Abandoned. Alone.
He felt them all.
We have felt them all.
His blood drips down through the gaps to make peace.
But often, we prefer war.
Our old self feels more at home with the ache than the answers. We cling to our scars and our stories. Discontentment is the only way we know how to walk.
We were born to be the bride of the Prince of Peace, but settle for life as the mistress of our fears.
Let me hear what God the LORD will speak,
for he will speak peace to his people, to his saints;
but let them not turn back to folly. Psalm 85:8
One drop of His precious blood was enough to satisfy all our sins and circumstances. It is foolish to keep fighting old psychological battles when we have been called to a new kind of thought-war.
For to set the mind on the flesh — on our experience and abilities and failures and pain — is always death. But to set the mind on the Spirit — the freedom and perfection won for us through the blood of His cross — is life and peace. (Romans 8:6)
We no longer have to stand and fight our old demons. We kneel and fight instead.
We focus on the Spirit instead of the flesh — on the works of our gracious God instead of our own.
We fall in the middle of our chaos and ask God to help us know
the peace that has already made eternal order from it —
the peace that passes all our circumstances, plans and understanding —
the peace that is ours and will never stop increasing, in His government that will have no end.
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