Peace filled their hearts and the mission to heal brokenness everywhere exploded in their veins.
John 20: 19-23
At seven years old and walking home from school on evenings, I was amazed that flowers would grow out of cracks in the pavement. Now, on mature reflection, I know that beauty arises anywhere, especially from open wounds or hurting spaces.
When Jesus entered the locked room and the disciples witnessed His wounds, peace filled their hearts and the mission to heal brokenness everywhere exploded in their veins.
Sixty-three children of the Gaza can walk the pavements no more. Innocent lives crushed by the Israeli ‘made in USA’ bombs. Their cries reach us huddled in our scary rooms amidst the dust-to-dawn curfew. They show us their hands and their side and say like Marvin Gaye fifty years ago, ‘What’s going on?’ When will we be forgiven? Do Palestine children lives matter?
Lives poured out and gracefully broken for us are crushed again and again by angry boots amidst tightening borders. But in the morning their spirits sprout from the stony ground like flowers and sing in miraculous yellow: Peach be with you!