Now we all know that one of God's little tools is irony. And as I reflected on the last ten years, I discovered a streak of irony running through my life of faith. In the ten years since that day of ill memory, I have tried to be a pacifist. Notice I said tried. Being committed to non-violence is difficult. This commitment puts me at odds with the world around me and, at some points, with my own reasoning.
|sure, but what kind?|
For me, it all boils down to this: what is this peace I am talking about it? That word, "peace," is all too often scandalized, much like the word "love." When I speak of peace, I do not mean pax. That word is the word the Romans use to describe their empire when it was without uprisings or rebellions. But notice, there was only peace/pax because the Roman military brutally squashed any confrontations. That is no peace, that is simply a stage in many cycles of violence.
The peace that I pray for, both within and without, is shalom. This is the "peace of God which surpasses all understanding." This is the hope, nay the trust, that God will reign on earth as it is in heaven.