In these uncertain days, and the midst of our Christmas preparations, I have pondered the awfulness of warfare.
Our Minister of Foreign Affairs, renowned for his ability to put his foot in it, lately made an outburst against Saudi Arabia for its meddling in the Middle East. He got his hand smacked by the PM because they are also major allies.
We, as a nation, have major sales contracts for weapons with that nation. We are also being asked to send money for aid agencies to spend in Yemen. A country in which our home manufactured weapons are daily raining down upon causing great suffering! So, a rather disingenuous outburst even for him…
Celtic Christianity understood that justice was implicit within faith. And I long for righteousness to reign down, with mercy, upon us as a nation. So I call him out on this outrage. Not in hope that he’ll listen to me but as an act of faith that ultimately all will be well.
Some will call that pathetic, conscience salving mumbo-jumbo.
But as we wait for the silent miracle of Christmas, I remember one of His names is Prince of Peace.
Here is a poem that echoes my thoughts…
Christmas Bells
I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of ‘Peace on earth, good will to men!’
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song,
Of ‘Peace on earth, good will to men!’
Till ringing, singing on its way
the world revolved from night to day –
A voice, a chime
A chant sublime
Of ‘Peace on earth, good will to men!’
And in despair I bowed my head;
‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said,
‘For hate is strong
And mocks the song
of peace on earth, good will to men!’
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
‘God is not dead; not doth he sleep!
The wrong shall fail,
The right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to men!’
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow