I had always felt that peace was such a fleeting sensation. Perhaps my time in the hospital best exemplified this: I could be looking out of the window at lunchtime, briefly losing myself in the peaceful serenity of the autumn landscape, marvelling at the beauty of God’s creation; in the next minute I find myself frantically dashing to the wards to resuscitate a collapsed patient, anxiously hoping that everything will be okay. Peace, I have found, is always rudely interrupted by the overwhelming frenzy of daily life. It could be a wailing child during a mother’s quiet time, an urgent call...