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PeacemakerSunday, December 9, 2007
Isaiah 11:1-9 The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together; and a little child will lead them. The cow will feed with the bear, their young will lie down together, and the lion will eat straw like the ox. The infant will play near the hole of the cobra, and the young child put his hand into the viper's nest. They will neither harm nor destroy on all my holy mountain, for the earth will be full of the knowledge of the Lord as the waters cover the sea.
Hundreds of years before Gabriel appeared before Mary and Jesus came to us, Isaiah was writing about something altogether different. His last sentence draws up the dream: nothing separates us from God and so we never need to be selfish again. It's hard to imagine this was the plan in the first place. But it was. Now, as then, we have been free to choose the Turning Away, and now as then the consequence is immediate separation from God. Isaiah describes a time where that no longer occurs. Do we lose our ability to choose? Do we somehow become able to make the right choice? Or does Jesus cover us with a blanket of forgiveness that brings us back near God no matter what? None of these ideas quite fit. What does fit is the dream. Nobody really wants peacemakers made of gunmetal. Even the fastest gunslinger eventually gets a bullet in his chest. But wolves lying down with lambs? Little children free to play with strangers? In our best moments we all dream like this. These words of Isaiah mark the Advent of Jesus' sojourn on earth. They mark it with power and hope. They define the future, without explaining how we'll get there. That's how God works. "Trust me," He says over and over. "You don't have to work so hard. I'm the Dad. Trust me." Lord let peace like a river run through the city. Turn our darkness into light. Build us up, make us whole, show us singing and praise. |