Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid. John 14:27
And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. Phil. 4:7
As I write about peace this morning, the wind is driving snow sideways outside my window.
“Look at the birds on the feeder. It’s blowing all over the place and they’re still sitting on it.”
My husband Dave’s words get me over to the window. Outside, wind and snow push at the feeder, making it spin and swing. Goldfinches and cardinals are hanging onto the slim perches, eating the seeds. Blackbirds are feasting on bread heels and crusts, undaunted by the storm. They are blown off course in their flights from tree and bush to feeder and ground. Still they fly.
“I’m amazed they’re on the feeder; look at it move,” Dave says.
“It’ll hold,” I say.
“Yeah, but they don’t know that.” He’s right, they don’t.
Birds come to eat in storm and in calm. The weather may make the flight an adventure, but it doesn’t stop them. With hearts untroubled, they cling to the perches and eat the seeds.
Do the birds know the feeder will hold? Maybe not, but they aren’t afraid. The weather may be unpredictable, but the supply of food isn’t. The storm can’t take away the food that sustains them.
The peace of God may surpass all understanding, but it reveals itself in feathers right outside my window. Storms may blow me off my path, but I’ll find the perch and the seeds that sustain me. In the Spirit, I know it. Maybe that’s why peace is a dove.