And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding…
“Shalom” continues to create a deeper meaning for itself in my mind; it comforts me while I live and work that God is the restorer of peoples, nations, and relationships.
When in my life have I experienced true shalom? When have I felt fully loved and freed by that same love that brings shalom everywhere it goes? The image of heat radiating through a room, slowly, but leaving no pocket of air untouched – is this the shalom of God?
Shalom grabs hold of fear and wraps itself around it, dissipating fear like it is only an idea and not a real entity that consumes and grips people. Shalom isn’t passive or weak, but stands for no injustice or crime committed against a beloved of God.
By all standards, I should have no shalom, nothing settled or known in my life right now. I’ve left the community that has been my family for four years; left people who know me better than I know myself, left the constructed identity of student, left all sheltering to fully become an adult. Yet God calls and beckons with shalom…
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