Families and Friends of Christ Our Redeemer,

I love cheese and will slather it on just about anything.  If you have ever seen how I do nachos, it certainly looks like there is more cheese than chips there.  Where that came from I’m not certain (although I grew up fairly close to the “Cheesehead State” of Wisconsin).  I have also been known to look over the ingredients list on things I buy at the grocery store to make certain I am getting the real thing.  Even if the label says, “real cheese,” I want to make certain that it isn’t a filler or a substitute.  It needs to be the real deal. Even more so, when it comes to peace, I suppose I can (maybe, perhaps if I stretched it) live and die without real cheese, but not without real peace.

The world uses the term peace rather frequently.  Members of the United Nations dispute at great lengths and costs about peace for all countries.  Candidates for office promise the end of war and the certainty of peace if elected.  Book and magazine articles offer peace of mind and serenity of life.  TV and newspaper ads propose peace for my pocketbook, my headache, my this, and my that.

When Jesus speaks of peace, He has none of the above in mind.  In John 14:27 He says, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.  I do not give to you as the world gives.  Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”  Upon hearing that, my eyes are lifted to His cross.  In Him, the crucified Savior, I have the real thing.  That is, peace in the truest sense of the word when I know that because of Jesus’ payment for sin, all is well between God and me.  When with God-given faith I know He has opened the door to heaven for me and now lovingly leads me through life to that door.  This peace surpasses all understanding and comes only from Christ.  Notice that’s what He said.  Not “my peace I wish for you,” but “my peace I give you.”

Real cheese – sure, if I can get it.  Real peace – that is something I must have, and it’s found only in Jesus.


From one who finds peace in the Lord,

Pastor Steve