My brother and I were talking tonight, about a painting I
saw, called “The Peacemaker”.
Peacemaking seems to me to be an art that is rare, one that I am
unfamiliar with, and that when my friends and I pursue it, we're begging God to
lead us in, because we're clueless.
We’re making these things up as we go, having few examples to
follow.
I want to learn about peacemaking. I want to help heal
breaches, but also, I think, God wants me to wield peace against lies and
hatred and despair and loneliness - to make peace strong and alive. There is
this picture in my head from the stories I've been reading, of grape vines
invading things with life, and winding around them, and binding them together,
and making them strong as a defense against that which would break us.
Tonight I'm working at these words, but they aren't
capturing how excited this idea is burning me, how even trying to ponder the
words to use is deepening the picture, and grabbing at parts of me I wasn't
sure were connected. But they are. They remind me of a time this past year when
my identity and calling seemed to be clarifying:
“I like people, a lot, and I love to find out who they are. I want to help them to know what God is doing in their lives, and also to help them walk in those things by faith. I’m especially interested in helping them to persevere in hope and faith; to love others and pursue unity; and to live church as a sort of radical, God-empowered inter-dependent family.”
“I like people, a lot, and I love to find out who they are. I want to help them to know what God is doing in their lives, and also to help them walk in those things by faith. I’m especially interested in helping them to persevere in hope and faith; to love others and pursue unity; and to live church as a sort of radical, God-empowered inter-dependent family.”
Because I don’t believe that, when God saves us, He turns us
only into evangelism machines. He gives
us back the abundant life that was His idea with humans in the first
place. We become the light set in the
lampstand that won’t be hidden. Our
lives have fruitful, governing purpose in this world, and, God help me, I want
to live it wildly well.
Our world needs this.
The weapons of division, of hatred, of bitterness, of classifying people
as hopeless and other, are damaging nations, families, God’s church.
The darkness, though, it has a lot of work to do, to hack at
a many-corded strand that is already plaited.
It has a lot to do to dim the glory of the good works God has ordained
for His people. It fights weakly against
the strength of truth and love, chosen and held up and uncompromised. Evil gives up ground to the fruitfulness of a
people zealous for good works, abiding in the Christ whose we are. It bows in the face of self-sacrifice
purchasing reconciliation through forgiveness.
To God be all glory.