Monday, December 17, 2012

Peace on Earth

Peace on earth?

. . . while evil runs rampant in the streets and lives contentedly in the homes? While everything good, or true, or beautiful is mocked and trampled on?
How could there possibly be peace on earth while little children are being hurt; while girls kill their babies?
How can you talk about "peace on earth, good will to men" when men go into schools and murder beautiful, happy children?
Emilie. . .one of the many victims of the Connecticut shooting. 

How can peace survive when all around us - and inside of us - is despair and chaos?

"Peace on earth" is not usually something people believe in. It's really become more of a fairy-tale concept to us; something we think about wishfully (but not seriously) at Christmastime. "Peace on earth" now seems to hold about as much importance as "happy holidays" or the "Christmas spirit".

Christmas has become either something we feel. . . or it's a just gift-gettting extravaganza. The true meaning of Christmas, and the true message of Christmas, have been buried in consumerism and unbelief.

Christmastime. It should be the most peaceful time of year. But people don't want to think about peace on earth especially when something horrific - like the shooting in Connecticut - happens. Peace on earth seems like a mockery in the face of so much evil. Something this terrible is completely inexplicable. We don't have answers or reasons. Those families have presents under their Christmas trees that will never be opened. They have empty little beds. And empty spots at the table. Empty holes in their hearts. And empty arms where a little boy or girl used to be.

But we are not alone. Our God willingly came into this horrible, sinful place to live with us. He rolled up His sleeves and worked alongside of us. He is not some distant Being who cannot be troubled with our human problems. Instead, He was born in the real and filthy muck of a stable.

He rubbed shoulders with lepers and paupers and tax collectors.

He lived and breathed and worked in a world that was full of evil - our world. His friends betrayed Him.

And then, He allowed soldiers to pound long nails into His palms and to crush a crown of thorns onto His head.

And, worst of all, Jesus's own Father turned His back on His Son. "The King of the Jews" the people mockingly called Him, as this King took every sin upon his innocent shoulders; every horrific, sickening, evil sin that has ever been committed.

That's one thing that separates Christianity from every other religion: No other god ever degraded Himself. No other god washed dirty feet or touched dirty sinners. No other god ever became a part of his story like ours so miraculously did.

But where was God? people ask. Where was He, when we really needed Him? Where was He last Friday?

Well, we should know the answer.

We have banned God from our government, from our schools, from our families, from our homes.  Our society has declared that God is dead and that we rule the world. What did we expect? The horrific massacre last Friday is a bitter, bitter taste of what the world is like without God. . .

Somebody said it was like setting up a nativity scene: During the month of December, they would add to the set, piece by piece and, on Christmas Day, they would add the manger and baby Jesus. Up until Christmas, there is something missing; something crucial. Mary sits with outstretched arms. But her arms are empty. Jesus has not come yet. We're like that now. The parents in Connecticut who lost their little ones are like that now. Our arms are empty. We are missing something deep inside. And many times we just don't know how to fill up that emptiness. We are - whether we know it or not - waiting for the day when Jesus comes again. In the meantime, we often try to fill our arms, and hearts, with other things, or people, or ideas, but all of that is just like a puff of warm air on a wintery day; it disappears in a moment.

But we, Christians, have comfort to cling to in the midst of all the wavering uncertainty and sorrow. We have the knowledge that one beautiful day good is going to triumph over evil. We already know what the end of this Story will be. And it's peace on earth, good will to men.



  1. Well, Allie, maybe you did not know how to put it all down...but wow, you wrote out of the abundance of your heart, and it was beautiful and deeply moving. I love how you deal with the very real problem of evil not as a detached, philosophical issue to ponder, but as an occasion to encounter the loving presence of our Incarnate God. This is the kind of apologetics our world needs, especially during times like this.

    1. Wow, thank you so much, Mr Martin! It's so kind of you to say that! And very encouraging too. I'm glad that it made the point I wanted it to.

  2. Beautifully written Alie :)
    It brought tears to my eyes. You have a talent in writing for sure!

    1. Oh I'm so glad that you liked it, Laken! Thank you so much :)

    2. Thank you so much. This blog post really encouraged me, especially with the political and cultural chaos that is going on unchecked in our country. Keep up the good work! :)


    3. Thank you so much, Chandler! I'm so glad it encouraged you :) That's very encouraging to hear.


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