Peace Pursuits
I have never been in a physical fight with another human being.
I may have forgotten, but I really do not recall such confrontations.
In the event I have forgotten, I must say that I am a peaceful person.
A childhood acquaintant might spring force a reminder; but I doubt it.
I'd maintain that I don't recall even childhood spats that led to fist fights.
Perhaps he would remind me that he and I once fought like cats and dogs.
Nevertheless, I do recall a boxing match with a friend at the age of around 12. We were tough as nails, had no boxing gloves, and came out swinging with a smile; and we ended swinging with a smile. Everyone watching said that it was a draw. The beauty of it was that there was peace between us before and afterwards.
It could be that I avoided fights because I am a coward at heart; but I doubt it. If war is born in hell and peace is heaven-born, how hard can it be to pursue peace? Fundamentally, I think there is a devilish war, not divine peace, inside our hard of hearts. Nevertheless, may we pursue The Master's words, "Blessed are the peace makers..."*
It's possible that as we give peace a chance; and as we ponder the price of war; and as we weigh the rewards of peace, a preference for peace will prevail rather than prideful pursuits of passion. Such resolutions yield no gains but losses for everyone. I would that the spats of nations end as like those of kids. Lord, let peace begin in our hearts, between mortals, giving rise to world peace.
3622PS, *Matthew 5:9
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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