The Fog of Peace

Not much of a view from the top of Palfrey.

Not much of a view from the top of Palfrey.

I took this picture at the crest of Palfrey Street last week, on one of those really foggy mornings. The weather obscured the normal view from this perch. You can’t see the steeple of Redeemer Fellowship down the hill. You can’t see the rooftops of various industrial buildings farther off. You can’t see them, but they are still there.

It’s easy to walk around Watertown these days and believe that we’re living in a time of peace. Christmas tunes fill the hallways at the Arsenal Mall. Kids are laughing and enjoying video games at the public library. Folks are eating pancakes at the Town Diner or stocking up on Armenian baked goods for the holiday weekend.

But all is not well in the world, and we know it. We know about Ferguson. We know about Aleppo and Gaza and lots of other places of devastation. We know about the impact of political stalemate on our stalled and increasingly restless, divided nation. It is a false peace. How do we live honestly and faithfully within the fog of peace?

Here are a few possibilities for your consideration. They are all forms of “showing up.” First, show up to the news reports. It’s tempting to change the channel/turn the page/click on something less meaty. Resist the urge. Stay with it. Learn the facts, the stories, see the faces. Then take this into your prayer.

Second, show up for creative, non-violent protest of injustice. We live in a time when things need disrupting. Perspectives need changing. All sorts of interesting possibilities are being workshopped. Show up. Learn. Speak up.

Third, show up in places where people can cut through the fog in conversation. This might be a recovery group. It might be Blue Christmas service. It might be a cup of coffee with someone from another faith tradition or culture.

How are you cutting through the fog of peace? Share your story so we can learn from it.



About amymccreath

I'm a pastor and mother who loves to make connections between people, between ideas, and between stuff we label "sacred" and "secular." I aspire to be like a Cedar of Lebanon in the midst of the changes and chances of life, but like most folks, generally find that I can really only navigate the tumult hand in hand with others. Good coffee helps, too.
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