DEVOTION: Processional of Peace

by Beth Bondurant

Nothing was peaceful as tornadoes ripped through countless areas leaving tangled and twisted debris.

High waters and flooding plague thousands as relentless rains pour down.

Sirens and emergency vehicles race to aid those crying out for help and assistance.

Day after day we see pain and suffering... grief and loss... terror and dissension.

We look to God and wait for deliverance... for change... for healing... for hope.

"Look, your king is coming to you, humble, and mounted on a donkey."

How can we shout and wave palm leaves in joy and gratitude when so much of life seems to crumble and wash away with every passing moment.

What is the power that enables one to crawl out from under the brokenness of the world and sing HOSANNA ... blessed peace is here.

"So let the same mind be in you that was in the Christ, who, though he was in the form of God, did not regard equality with God as something to be exploited, but emptied himself, taking the form of a slave, being born in human likeness. and being found in human form, humbled himself and became obedient to the point of death — even death on a cross."

As we remember the processional of peace that comes to us even today... in the midst of our "trail of tears"... we receive the "peace that passes all understanding".

It isn't what we perceive it to be.  Somehow it doesn't power its way through the myriad of stumbling blocks ... questionable scenarios... suffering experiences... sickness and death to overcome trouble and trauma.

It is by losing what we deem most monumental... by falling on our knees to become dependent... by being carried to what is essential... to follow the processional of peace.

O God, how can this be.  It would seem so easy for your hand to wave away the winds and the rain.  With one touch, you could heal every pain we feel.  With one whisper you could move our hearts and minds to love and wholeness.  Yet... you choose the way of the cross.  Forgive my weakness... my doubt... my stubborn appeal for immediate change and for my reluctance to trust.  Would that there could be another way. But for today... I want to follow...your processional of peace.

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