Article April 14, 2003 Issue

And in the midst of turmoil, peace

By Joni Overton-Jung—Toronto, Ontario, Canada

In Your hands are the very hairs of my head. I feel the strength of Your fingers, their tender touch on my face. Right when I feel the crush of despair for the world, when my thoughts are soaked with grief, and I think of all the little children—all the people who have been children; all the hands, the hearts, the faces, the yearnings, the different names we have for God, the way we call His name in our hearts—that's when I catch a glimpse of the calm at the center of it all. Because You are there with each one. To You there are no sides.

In the stillness that lies within and underneath is the great heart of Christ, where there is no accuser. That is the center and circumference of all being, where borders disappear and I am no longer asking who is right or wrong, or when will it end.

Instead, I am engulfed in You, the God who lets not even a sparrow fall—the God from whom we can never be severed. The God whose love cannot be shattered. The God who provides a place wherein no shards of evil enter, a place of impenetrable peace for all. The impartial God—the underlying and overlying and encompassing Principle of the universe, in whom no evil can dwell.

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