“Jesus himself stood among them and said to them, ‘Peace be with you.’”
Sunday’s gospel pronounced these words just days before the verdict in George Floyd’s case was determined.
Since then, and even before, hundreds of celebrities, psychologists, politicians, clergy, family and friends have told us how we were to feel and act.
I am a white woman.
I am a native Minnesotan.
While I’ve traveled extensively as an adult, I grew up in small-town Minnesota. My values, my world view was planted very young. And, like many of you reading this blog, I am bewildered and I struggle with all that is happening.
All those people shouting.
I have a headache.
I remember the gospel words, “peace be with you,” and they are a comfort.
I do not believe I am a Pollyanna by shutting out all those other “important” voices and going to Scripture.
It is one place I know I can believe.
“Peace be with you!”
Peace be with you does not mean I become passive. It means I thoughtfully discern and ask what I can do to make a difference. I can’t do this if I’m not at peace.
So, I ask you, all of you reading this blog, will you pray with me to be open to the peace Jesus spoke of in the gospel? Will you, with me, ask those tough questions we may never have asked before? Will you, with me, ask what needs to be changed personally? In our family? In our neighborhoods? Our church? Our country?
Jesus promised to send the Advocate, the Counsellor. As we approach Pentecost, might we experience the peace promised asking the Spirit to give us courage to seek justice as individuals and community?
Pat Pickett, OblSB