On Peace

Peace

What is it?

If two men began a fist fight immediately in front of your house, what would you do?

I'd call 911; a minute later there'd be one or two police officers there, and they'd split up the two men. They'd run them down to the county courthouse and haul them in front of the magistrate. He'd look at them for a few moments, scold them, and send them where justice prescribes. They'd put them in a cage. In TWO SEPARATE cages, namely.

And that's what we'd call keeping the peace. Peace du Jour. Our sort of peace.

So that's what we do. When two nations erupt into war, we make a committee, decide to reprimand them, and then some bigger, more level headed nation (This job is usually given to the US or Britain) goes in between to try to quell the storm.
And so, by might of bomb and tank we once again gain what we call 'peace'.

But is it? Or is it just the time between fighting where we stand and reload?

Our brand of peace doesn't work...it's broken. The fighting stops, but the hostility is still harbored in the hearts of the people. They'd still be fighting, if it weren't for the cages. And really the only difference between murder and hatred is the lack of a good opportunity, is it not?

So how do we get peace? Is it impossible?

For now, perhaps. There will always be someone who disagrees. And of course peace as our world sees it will never really work! But there was someone who knew where true peace can come from.

He set a unique example. He didn't call the police or send in the army. He himself walked in between the fighters and took the blows each intended for the other. An intercessor, of sorts. He decided one day to walk between the fighting forces and take the pain they had...and so there is true peace, an absolution of iniquity, for those parties.

Any guesses who? Ghandi? Marx? Guevara? Mother Teresa? I promise, it's a historical, verifyable person and action. And, similar to the good, I promise we'll get there.

More to follow.