. . . do I give it to you. John 14:27I turned on the news this morning, to find out about how the moon thing went. They weren't talking about the moon. They were talking about President Obama winning a Nobel Peace Prize! I thought the world had turned upside-down overnight. Let's forget for a moment that his rabidly pro-abortion agenda should disqualify him for any honor with the word "peace" in it. For the life of me, I cannot figure out what the man has done to earn this distinction. Did he broker an end to war and strife anywhere in the world? Has he performed some huge humanitarian act that didn't make it into the news headlines? In my mind, "Nobel" no longer holds any weight; it's a joke.
We headed out to morning Mass and I was still feeling quite mad. As I prayed before Mass started, I asked God to help me understand the backwards ways of the world. So many people I've
personally met who contribute to world peace, yet will never get an ounce of recognition. And this guy gets it? I couldn't help but wonder if George Soros is behind this somehow, making big donations to someone so that his guy can get a prize.
And then something happened during my prayer. God turned it around and made me look at myself. Awards, honors, and prizes can be good things. But we don't perform good works to please people of the world. The
prime motivation for any act must be for the love of God. This is such an obvious statement, I know. But it must be admitted that, too often, I do good works for my own glory.
I am very inspired by St. Therese's Little Way, and I try so much to live up to her path to heaven. Small, secret acts of mortification, given up to God. Life presents us with little opportunities from one end of the day to the other. This philosophy is very much a part of who I want to be. It resonates with me so much that I'm certain this is how God is calling me to heaven.
Nevertheless, I've got to admit that, all too often, I
do wish for a pat on the back. I want someone to recognize that I've shut my mouth when I could have argued. I want someone to notice that I've picked up a mess they left behind. And, when no one notices, I allow myself to feel superior to them because I was able to hold my tongue when they weren't. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I have to learn to perform my good acts because I want to offer them to Jesus. That's all! I see how this gets better, the longer I live life; but I've got a long, long,
long way to go before I'm going to be anywhere close to where St. Therese was when she was quite a bit younger than I am now!
This is what God led me to understand this morning. It's fine to feel frustrated when the ways of the world are rewarded and the higher road goes unnoticed. I'm only human. But if the good deeds go unnoticed by the world, they are not unnoticed by the Father who sees all.
He is the final arbiter of justice. Not only that, I need to take a look at myself to make sure that my actions will be acceptable in the Final Judgement, not the judgement of the world.
So, getting back to John 14.
"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give it to you. Do not let your hearts be troubled or afraid."Guess what?
I earned a peace prize today. I was given the peace of Jesus, as I understand it. To me, His peace is the inner tranquility to put one's trust in God, regardless of what is going on in the world. And that's what happened to me. It's what will carry me through, each time I hear a story about the latest Peace Prize winner. I thank Him mightily for this consolation. It might seem trivial to those who already have this message in their hearts, but it means the world to me, who didn't! God is good. Deo gratias!