We live in a world where peace is becoming, yet one more time, illusory. I hope not, I pray not, but already so many places and countries have lost their peace—and many more are like powder kegs, as we wait to see whether or not people will be able to come to peace with one another.
Sometimes I think back on all my peace bracelets and necklaces from a younger day. I still have one, a dove on a baked clay medallion that I wear from time to time, when I read of terrible events. I know it doesn’t particularly make a difference, but I like to wear it when I feel sad for this world and the state into which people have driven it. And I pray for peace. The Bible instructs us to do so.