Although the condition of my desk suggests otherwise, I’m not a fan of chaos and disorder. And although I’m not a great time manager, neither do I prefer an unpredictable routine.
In fact, I’d go so far as to say that most people prefer a degree of predictability and structure to their lives. Children seem to thrive within a structured home and learning environment. Workplaces are more productive when deadlines, procedures, and expectations are clear. There’s something comfortable about the familiar.
But order isn’t peace. It may not even be peaceful. In fact, it can be downright suffocating.
I recently heard one of my favorite hymns, “Dear Lord and Father of Mankind.” I’ve always loved the third verse: “Drop Thy still dews of quietness, till all our strivings cease; take from our souls the strain and stress, and let our ordered lives confess the beauty of Thy peace.”
I hadn’t heard this song in a while, and it came at a time when I needed it. I’d been struggling with my schedule and some of my work habits. I’d been fidgety, fretful, disorganized, and unproductive. I certainly wasn’t at peace.
But the irony for me is that even when I’m productive and organized and tuned in, that sense of dis-ease may still hang over me like a heavy cloud. In other words, organization and peace aren’t the same thing. The former doesn’t necessary lead to the latter, and the latter may exist apart from the former.
What I seek is what the apostle Paul described as “the peace of God which surpasses all comprehension” (Philippians 4.7). It’s a peace not predicated upon planners and calendars and clocks and spreadsheets. It’s peace that comes as a gift when I choose joy over anxiety, patience over agitation, and gratitude over indifference.
This incomprehensible peace is made possible when “the God of peace” is with us (verse 9). That happens when we reorient our thinking to things that are true, honorable, right, pure, lovely, reputable, excellent, and praiseworthy (verse 8). This isn’t instinctive, it’s practiced (verse 9).
Lord, drench me with the dews of your quietness. Father, take from my soul its strivings, strains, and stresses. O God, fill me with your beautiful peace so that I may confess to others that in you I’ve found perfect rest.