Our Prince of Peace

Pausing at the end of a busy day… a busy week.
Setting aside computer problems and random stressors.
Breathing in, breathing out.
I stop before leaving work and hear the choir rehearsing, reminding:

How deep the Father’s love for us
How vast beyond all measure

I recall the many ways I witnessed that deep love tonight. Oh, from the outside it may have just looked like a bunch of high schoolers eating popcorn and cookies, putting together journals for a Kingdom Quest service project, or playing pingpong. But look a little closer and you can’t miss that deep, deep love…
– In friends running to hug, to surround a hurting, tearful one
– In highs and lows
– In stories shared of hurt, of pain, of healing
– In celebrating my mom’s birthday and in remembering another’s mom … 4 years in heaven now
– In laughter and listening

Oh, yes, His love runs deep.

As I pause, I’m caught… this sight… It undoes me as the words of the song continue.

Behold the man upon the cross
My sin upon His shoulder
….It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

Behold. He’s right there. And He’s at work. So many “God is doing something big around here!” conversations this week. I try to count the ways … And fail. It’s true… He’s on the move. In our church. In our hearts. In my soul.

And it’s all Him. None of us. None of me.

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom

And the knowledge of that deep, deep love ..: sustains. For another night. For another day. For another week. He is all we need.

He’s my Prince of Peace!