Where was my peace?

Caitlin Shannon

A Few months ago a girl at my school was run over by a car and killed. At the time, I had been struggling with what it means to be immortal, or deathless. I knew from personal experience and from what I had learned in Sunday School that none of us is truly a material being, as we may appear to be. We are actually spiritual ideas, the reflection of God. God's child is immortal because God, Life, is immortal. "Then why," I asked myself, "did death always seem so real? Why was this girl killed?"

These questions nagged at me night and day. I could find no peace of mind. Things got to the point where I was distracted and I couldn't concentrate at school. It was like a black cloud that wouldn't go away. No matter how many times I searched through the Bible and through Science and Health by Mary Baker Eddy, I couldn't seem to find answers. I knew that Christ Jesus had said to his followers, "Peace I give unto you" (John 14:27). So where was my peace?

I decided to stop searching and to put my whole trust in God—to know simply that He was my Shepherd, guiding me and looking after me. I knew I had a right to peace. It slowly dawned on me why my search for answers had come to nothing. I had been looking for something that didn't exist—an explanation for error! This is impossible, as no one can explain why two plus two equals five. It just doesn't add up.

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