Pax Chitchata

As time passes and I look more and more at the death of self and life lived for others-than-me, one seed is taking deep root in my soul - peace. Now, I don't pretend for a second that I'm an immovable rock of peace in any circumstance. I have my moments of frustration. Even those are shrinking in duration and intensity, though. Oddly enough, I don't think it's because life is easy. It's that weird dynamic where too much leisure leads to discontentment - the curse of excess, if I may. I'm reading a Calvin biography which, like most of church history, is working over my perspective anew. Without history, the here and now becomes too prominent. We lost our vision of His-story (pardon the pun).