Now, let’s be honest, that “peace that surpasses all understanding” doesn’t sound much like the calm I felt last week, wrestling with my overflowing inbox while simultaneously trying to teach my son about the intricacies of the Springboks’ latest rugby strategy (and simultaneously trying to dodge the load shedding). It certainly felt far removed from the anxiety-ridden conversations I overheard at the local Spar about interest rates and the ever-increasing petrol prices. My peace wasn't quite a serene lake; it was more like a turbulent river, navigating rapids of responsibility.
Yet, in the midst of the chaos, a flicker of that "surpassing understanding" peace did illuminate the path. It wasn’t the absence of problems – the load shedding was still there, the emails still piled high – but something shifted within me. I remembered a sermon I once heard comparing faith to a small, stubborn flame in a windstorm. The wind rages, threatening to extinguish the flame, but the flame persists, a testament to its inner strength. This is the image that captures what happened.
This peace, this divine stubborn flame, is not some magical escape from reality. It's not a "get-out-of-jail-free card" from the challenges of life in a Pretoria suburb, grappling with issues shared by millions across our nation. It's not ignoring the inequality and injustice we see playing out daily, reflected even in the uneven distribution of electricity during load shedding. The very real struggles faced by those in townships surrounding us and throughout our beautiful, but unequal, nation, should confront and challenge us.
Instead, this peace is a conscious choice, a surrender. It’s like releasing a tight grip on the anxieties that threaten to drown us. It’s choosing to trust in something bigger than ourselves, a God who, as the Psalmist says, walks with us through the valley of the shadow of death. It is remembering the resilience of the human spirit, manifested in the faces of everyday South Africans who rise despite the challenges. It’s the faith that enables us to face challenges, even with the constant hum of the generator reminding us of the instability we face.
The symbolism is potent. The township at dusk, with its flickering lights battling the encroaching darkness, is a powerful metaphor for our inner lives. The streetlights represent the small acts of faith, the moments of grace, the candle of hope in the face of uncertainty. And what about the shadows? The shadows represent our own anxieties and fears—a darkness within ourselves that we all must confront.
In the heart of this modern South Africa, navigating the complexities of a society grappling with both immense beauty and deep-rooted challenges, I find the truth in the words of Philippians 4:7 deeply resonant. We aren’t promised an effortless life, but we are promised a peace that transcends our comprehension, a strength that endures even in the darkest of nights. A peace born not from absence of struggle, but from a courageous surrender to the God who walks with us, in Akasia, in Pretoria, and across the land. And that, my friends, is a peace worth striving for.
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