“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” —Exodus 14:14

God draws us out of the world’s fevered noise and into the stillness where His unshakable peace becomes our strength. —D.

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God does not call us into the world’s war, where shouting is strategy and frenzy is law. He calls us into something older, something carved from quiet and shaped by a deeper rhythm. The world, drunk on noise, lunges for power, mistaking sound for truth. But Christ, in His fierce humility, does not move with the crowd but through the still places. His voice does not shake the mountains with thunder or compete with the clamor; it finds us in the hush beneath our thoughts, in the calm beneath our fear, in the steady ground that doesn’t move. He doesn’t demand we raise our voices louder than the world’s roar. He asks us to step aside, to find Him where silence still speaks.

There are no lines drawn here, no war drums beating out their demand for attention. Instead, God meets the noise with quiet defiance. He teaches us peace not as passivity, but as a weapon sharper than any cry for control. In Christ, strength is rooted, not raised. It grows in the soul like a tree planted deep, its roots resilient, unseen, unmoved by every gust. The world demands spectacle, but Christ stands still. He transforms rather than dominates, and draws us into that stillness not to escape the world, but to withstand it. This is not retreat. It is the holy defiance of those who know the ground they stand on.

And in that stillness, God works. The Spirit moves through our worn-out places, not with fanfare, but with quiet life. He doesn’t shout over the noise. He outlasts it. His peace is not fragile. It doesn’t flicker at the first sign of trouble. It steadies, anchors, guards. It moves like roots beneath the forest floor, unseen but strong enough to hold everything upright. God wins not by spectacle but by faithfulness, by the slow, unwavering reach of love that does not break. And in that quiet, we are remade. But not with clenched fists. With open hands. Not by the sword, but by the still, steady hand of a Father who does not flinch.

By Donavon Riley

Donavon Riley is a Lutheran pastor, conference speaker, author, and contributing writer for 1517 and The Jagged Word. He is also a co-host of the Banned Books and Warrior Priest podcasts. He is the author of the books, "Crucifying Religion,” “The Withertongue Emails,” and, “The Impossible Prize: A Theology of Addiction.”

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