“Peace be with you.”
This sweet utterance one wishes his fellow mass goers whether they are family and friends or total strangers has long been a part of the regular Catholic gathering to celebrate the Eucharist and the Word of God. I have always thought that this blessing of peace merely represents distance from physical struggles. I thought that one simply wishes another to be beyond the reach of the cruel arms of hatred, jealousy, misunderstandings, and war. And I thought wrong. All along, everything I saw was only the tip of the iceberg. Peace is not just a tranquil oasis in the midst of the vast emptiness of the desert. As I said “peace be with you” again tonight, I dived deeper into what it is truly about. What I began to see was an immense universe whose full extent is beyond measure. The peace many battles have been fought for and many lives have been spent for, it is undoubtedly something worth it all. But that peace, it radiates from within, from an even greater peace. If the history of men unfailingly shows great and varying efforts to attain peace, then the history of each of our lives manifests the search for the inner peace. It is the kind of peace that lets us calmly face the uncertainty of every day and the mystery of every night. It is the kind of peace that keeps the heart and spirit calm even when there’s nothing left to hold on to. It is the kind of peace that allows us to look death straight into the eye without the slightest fear. And this inner peace could only be attained when we follow the longing of the soul. It could be found in living in the mountains and contemplating the beauty of the world. It could be achieved in reaching for your wife’s hand every morning. It could be reached in going to places you’ve never been. If you are not certain where to start looking, listen to your own voice.