When it was evening on that day, the first day of the week, and the doors of the house where the disciples had met were locked for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood among them and said, "Peace be with you."
--John 20:19
My grandson was born last night! He arrived a little bit early, but mother and child are doing fantastic. Gladly, I've sort of taken over the role of family photographer and have managed to capture a few excellent images (if I do say so myself)!
It is difficult not to ponder what kind of world it's going to be for this little one as he grows up. Images of the world as it is, that other photographers have captured, aren't always pretty. Many of them evoke fear. And what of fear? It tends to produce either fighting or fleeing.
The disciples of Jesus were gathered behind a locked door, and the door was locked because they were afraid. Being a follower of the Lord meant that you might be kicked out of temple and out of town. You might be hung up on a cross. So by all means lock the door! Better yet, dead-bolt it.
Getting past the locked door was but a trifle for the risen Christ. And the fear of His followers dissipated with His Word of peace.
One wish I have for my grandson is that he comes to know that peace of the risen Christ and what it all means. The world will try to put him behind all kinds of locked doors, and he -- like every one of us -- will need the risen Christ to break in and speak forth that word of peace.
The peace of Christ be with you, little Noah -- and with us all.
PD
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