Just a few years ago, I watched the news and I saw protestors in the streets holding up signs and they were yelling, “No justice, No peace.” It was a reaction to the killing of George Floyd and all the other unjust killings of African Americans in our country. It isn’t a part of my story, not really. Yet, this week, I see many of the same people protesting in the same streets holding up signs and crying out for peace in the Middle East despite the kidnapping and murders that have taken place there. Again, it isn’t part of my story. Yet, it makes me wonder why people respond to these events as if they don’t understand what peace really is.
Every day I write a post and at the end my pray is for God’s peace to be in each of our hearts. It is because He exist beyond our moral and ethical judgements when I have God’s peace in my heart, I stop worrying about what everyone else is doing and I start to begin with myself asking if I am loving my brothers and sisters as I would love myself. In the world, we won’t ever find justice, peace, or anything else by going into the streets and yelling. The only way to realize that is to understand all these values are meaningless when people are dying. There’s no good or evil. There’s no right or wrong. There’s never a winner or a loser. Not in a race war, not in a regular war, not in any kind of war. The only path to peace is through God’s love. I just wish more people could open their eyes and understand that.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
