In his daily, non-Magisterial of-the-cuff fervorino Pope Francis said this (remember, the Vatican doesn’t give us everything – they cut it up into little snippets they deem important and thus take everything out of context… I digress):
“Jesus was full of joy, full of joy,” explained the pontiff, quoting Jesus’ words from Luke’s Gospel when, from the intimacy with his Father, the Lord proclaims “I rejoiced in the Holy Spirit and I praised the Father.”
This “is precisely the internal mystery of Jesus,” stated the Pope, “that relationship with the Father in the Spirit. It is His internal joy, the interior joy that He gives to us.”
“And this joy,” he explained, “is true peace,” which is not static, quiet or tranquil.
Peace that is not tranquil.
Peace ≠ tranquility.
What ran through my mind is the ineffable quote of Piccarda in the Paradiso:
In His will is our peace.
It is that sea to which all things move,
both what it creates and what nature makes…
E ‘n la sua volontade è nostra pace. In His will is our peace.
Somehow, peace is … not rest?
Perhaps in this life.
St. Augustine spoke of love as being his “gravity”. The ancients thought that things had to seek the place to which they were supposed to go and that was their “gravity”, an internal force. Augustine said: Amor meus pondus meum… My love is my weight.
In this life, so long as we on being drawn to the place of rest, we are at rest, at peace, in the hic et nunc, the here and now… which, as I think of it, are so important in Jesuit spirituality. When we are on the way in the right direction, we have a peace which is not tranquil because, by being in our groove, our gravity zone, properly attuned, we are in untranquil peace.
Otherwise,… the Pope was just talking off the cuff and said something that, well… who knows….?