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    By Jean S. Horner
    The other day while walking down a corridor in a public building, I saw what appeared to be someone walking toward me. On coming closer, I found it was my own reflection in a huge mirror. For a moment it frightened me. Somehow a full-length reflection of one’s self is a startling thing. ...


 

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October 21, 2013 - Peace

By Scott Harrup

During a Virginia summer evening, probably in 1968, I was playing King of the Hill with the neighbors' kids. The hill was the result of a depression in their yard, but provided enough of a slope for us to tussle on the grass and try to maintain a winning position near the top.

Our clambering attracted the attention of some yellow jackets, whose nest was somewhere in that patch of lawn. I was near the bottom of the hill when the disturbed colony poured out of its habitat, stinging our increasingly frantic group.

Some 45 years later, I retain a memory of tiny black silhouettes against a twilight sky dive-bombing me from every direction. I was crying hysterically by the time I ran home. Mom treated at least a dozen stings.

I was too young to distinguish species of flying insects. Anything with wings became a "bee" for me. (I was also too young to say "yellow jacket.") For the next few weeks I grew terrified if even a housefly buzzed too close.

At the time, Warren Cornell's 1889 hymn "Wonderful Peace" was popular at our small Assemblies of God church in Franconia where my parents pastored. The chorus goes like this:

Peace, peace, wonderful peace
Coming down from the Father above!
Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray
In fathomless billows of love!

Comforting words, to be sure, except to my fear-tinged preschooler mind the chorus rang out:

Bees, bees, wonderful bees
Coming down from the Father above!

Perhaps fellow parishioners took my spontaneous crying as youthful, repentant soul-searching. All I could see was that cloud of yellow jackets coming in for the kill.

Dad finally coaxed an explanation from me, and promptly composed a new chorus he would play cheerfully at double speed on his ukulele at home.

Coming down, down, down
Coming down, down, down
The honeybees are coming to the ground!
Coming dowwwwnnnn
Coming dowwwwnnnn
The honeybees are coming to the ground!

You can say almost anything with a big enough smile and convince a kid life really is not so frightening as it once seemed.

Yet, that truth took hold in a strange sort of way. Sometimes a bees/peace connection echoes in my mind when I encounter a major stressor. I see the oncoming "bees" of life that want to knot up my stomach and raise my blood pressure. Concurrently, I'm reminding myself God desires my trust and wants to give me His peace. When I pull back from the moment and breathe a prayer, He consistently gives His assurance.

Peace, peace, wonderful peace
Coming down from the Father above!

— Scott Harrup is managing editor of the Pentecostal Evangel and blogs at Out There (sharrup.agblogger.org).

 

 

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