So if peace is shalom, and shalom is nothing missing or broken, then we have been given an incredible gift.
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give you.
Through Christ, and through the working of His Holy Spirit within us, we are made whole. No longer broken and shattered by the falleness of man, no longer trudging through our days, desperately grasping for something to fill the aching void within. Christ comes to us, meeting us with the peace He won for us, completing us, making us whole.
It is a tremendous gift, unbelievable really. That by stripping Himself of all situations that could be considered peaceful He won for us a life that can be immersed in peace. That by shredding his body and offering his blood we now can know wholeness.
What wondrous love is this.
But somewhere there is a disconnect. I see that bleak moment at calvary and my heart surges with grief and gratitude. But where is the cross as I look at the pile of dishes in the sink? Why is it fading from the place of prominence that it should hold when I pick up my pencil to make a menu plan for the week, or gather the cleaning supplies for the weekly chores? And what about that misunderstanding with my husband or the awkwardness I feel in offering comfort, help, or hospitality? When did I let those battered outstretched arms offering peace become something that only affected my singing on Sunday mornings or my prayers before meals?
Blessed are the peacemakers.
Peace is shalom. Shalom is wholeness. Poieo is to make. Like a poem. To make peace is to make wholeness.
This seems impossible. Like it’s God’s job. We aren’t capable of wholeness making, are we?
What about the piano student that knows the circle of fifths, with correct fingers and accurate accidentals? The teacher made wholeness. And the spouse that laughed, really laughed, for ten minutes, just because of that joke? There is wholeness there. And the friend who, if just for a few moments, felt strengthened and comforted and understood by that simple coffee date? Is that anything but wholeness? The wandering child who heard your presentation of the gospel and remembered who he was?
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God.
I feel most like my Dad’s daughter when I run. My dad is a marathon runner. My 3.5 mile run in the mornings makes me wonder how 26 would be possible. But even though my length of endurance is considerably shorter and my pace is slower, I feel like my dad’s daughter on those short morning runs. I’m not earning my place as his child by running. He doesn’t demand that I emulate him. But when I take part in his passion I feel like his child.
I will never be able to make peace at the magnitude of Christ’s peacemaking. He brings redemption – which is ultimate wholeness. Redemption making is not my call, nor should I take try to take that task out of his hands. But if I make any peace, even at the minute, humanly level I am capable of, I take part in my heavenly father’s passion. The smallest efforts of bringing wholeness to all the people and circumstances that I encounter are glimmers of Christ’s immense picture of peacemaking.
This pattern of following in Christ’s example isn’t only within relationships. Though that is the primary part of the Kingdom, wholeness is not limited to this.
For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross. ~Colossians 1:19-20
Did you catch that? Paul didn’t say all people. He said all things. That little word all is significant. It means all. Whether things on earth, or in heaven.
This glorious little word suddenly brings the meaning of the cross to the daily routine. From the alarm in the morning to the teeth brushing at night. Whether I spend my day doing yard work or making art projects. Whether its sitting at a desk, filing papers, or teaching a bunch of squirrely sixth graders. Christ’s blood was intended to bring wholeness to all things, and as His children we emulate Him by bringing wholeness to all things.
We make peace because Christ made peace.