Peace By Pieces

The pieces of a human are fragile. Delicate as an autumn leaf in the hands of a child. Together they make one whole. Yet, they are torn apart by sin. Where is peace when war is all a man knows? His thoughts of it are looming pipedreams, they dance in his head like a sweet lullaby. He is reduced to believing it can't be real. His hope is in his hopelessness. So sad. So sad indeed. Yet, he learns one day about a savior. A man named Jesus. He makes him whole, and gives him peace, in pieces of a sacrament. To commemorate His life, which was broken for man. Through His brokenness are we made whole. No longer in pieces, but in peace by His pieces torn for you and I. Richard J Wright (2008) from the book Odyssey: Faith In the Strength of Israel