“Blessed are the peacemakers for they will be called sons of God.”
It is so much easier to build a wall.
Building reconciliation and forgiveness from the ground up is messier and it takes longer.
Plus, there are no guarantees.
Trying to make peace with an enemy is risky.
It could move from good, to bad, to crucifixion bad.
You could still get slapped.
You could still be on the stinging end of a curse.
You could still be walked over, walked out on, walked away from.
It’s so much easier to cast stones and bricks.
To cheer the shattering of glass.
To set fire to something that does not belong to you.
What no one says is this…
how exhilarating and powerful
it feels to break something.
No one has ever been converted by violence.
Jim Forest, The Ladder of the Beatitudes
A wall is a wall is a wall.
It is supposed to keep all the angry bad guys out.
Trouble is, most of the angry bad guys I know live inside of me.
Me, who while on my Lenten journey, just yesterday furiously rode the bumper of the kid who sailed past me on the right side of the road in a dangerous lane change.
The anger smeared face was my own.
But to be a son… to be a daughter of God.
If we say to ourselves, peace ,be still, we find out that deep in the ground in that far away place that is our true heart, we long to be called a son, a daughter of someone Majestic and Good and Noble and Pure.
And we can be.
We just step over the wall.
“With the world so set on tearing itself apart, it don’t seem like such a bad thing to me to want to put a little bit of it back together.”- Desmond Doss, Hacksaw Ridge