Peace on Earth?

A friend of mine named Mattie Babb wrote this the other day- I thought it was pretty good:

I used to think it was so easy
I'd figure it out...just give me some time

Peace on Earth

Was it too lofty a goal?

It seems to me that everyone here is running in circles
heads cut off
hands in the air

It seems to me that peace is a word without a definition
No one knows WHAT exactly it means.

Yet we greet eachother with it
In the streets and to strangers
Shalom.
What a potent word
That has lost it's edge

Do I know what it means?
I know peace in the context of my God.
I know it as an unseen, calming force
I know it as a melody.
As a cradle.

But what does one do when their god has called them to war?
Or when religion is without faith or hope...when it is merely a routine, passed down through generations?

What does one do with millions of people, all in pursuit of of what they BELIEVE to be true.

I quit.

wait. maybe I don't.

I don't know anymore.



Most days, I look into the eyes of those around me
Those who, like me, have come to heart of the swell
In hopes of changing the tide
And while ambition surrounds us
I wonder if we are really capable

{We aren't}
No matter how smart
How passionate
Or how charismatic we are....We aren't strong enough for this
Not on our own merit, at least

So like I child, desperate, frightened and confused
I turn to the father
and i ask...
What now shall we do?

he speaks

You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.{1 John 4:4}

It's ok
I'm not supposed to have all the answers

But I must act
I cannot be still

And so I ask again
What shall I do?

And he responds
With simplicity and clarity
3 words.
That is all

{Pray}
and never stop praying
{Love}
and never stop loving
{Believe}
and never lose heart

I'll move the mountain
I'll calm the sea

That is all
That is all
That is all

For love, which conquers all, is the only force strong enough to pull us out
And prayer, as quiet or as secret as it may be, holds power beyond our knowledge
And faith, the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen, is the means by which we are able to carry on...it keeps us alive.

So hold on my children
Be strong my friends
We're in deep
But everythings not lost