He Is Our Peace

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Musings— Written September 11, 2025.

Today is a sad day for the American people—a day of remembering of a dark day in history—the day the towers fell. That day changed life for all the American people and affected the whole world.  

Yesterday a young man, a fellow American, fell to the bullet of an unknown shooter, once again shaking this country to the very core, and renewing the outcry of anger, desperation, and fear. Today grief permeates the hearts of many, including our country’s President.  

On this day both sides of the political divide are looking for answers. How can this happen? What can we do to stop the killings? There is finger pointing and accusations on all sides. “More gun control!” shout some. Others disagree. “We need to recognize God— we need prayer in schools again.” another voice says. “We need to turn back to God! We need prayer, not silence!” And the nation tries in vain to come up with a solution for senseless killings. Some push for greater control, while others push back saying it is only a symptom of a greater problem and neither bringing about a solution.  

There is no simple way to curb the violence and division for no lasting outward change can happen without a change of heart. When the inward—the heart is renewed, the outward also changes. Violence cannot be curbed by more violence. It cannot be stopped until one side says, “I will fight no more.”  

Where is He in the mix? Some turn Him into a weapon against the others. The other rejects Him as nothing. One says we are a Christian nation; we believe that He is on our side. But one of our most famous Presidents said, “My concern is not that God is on our side, but that we are on God’s side.” [i]

He was there when those airplanes were turned into weapons of terror and death. He witnessed the carnage and destruction. He was in the planes with the victims, inviting them to find peace in Him. He was there in the smoke and gore, answering whispered prayers, standing near as the victims of violence grieved and wept. He felt their pain and heard their cries. And He whispered, “Come to me and rest, I am your peace.”

Perhaps he placed questions in the minds of the perpetrators in their last few minutes of life. Perhaps He spoke, “Are you sure this is right?” hoping to offer them His true peace.  

He was there yesterday in the stadium, listening to what the speaker had to say. He moved up and down in the isles of the people gathered there. As the speaker talked of violence, He whispered in people’s hearts, “I am the peace you are looking for.”  

He knew it would happen before it happened, yet He was powerless to stop it. It is, after all,  human choice to do violence, it was a path, a destiny, and He does not interfere with man’s choices. He only invites—He calls—He weeps. He does not interfere, because true love is not forced. He loves His creation, those beings that are created in His image, but He has given them the power to choose, and they are making their choices. All the while, His heart is aching because of the choice they are making.  

He knows what most do not understand. His kingdom does not parallel with man’s earthly kingdom, rather His kingdom lives in the hearts of those who follow His invitation to enter His rest. The children of His kingdom use no earthly force to bring about peace. They know that when men and women, boys and girls, have His peace in their hearts that they live together in peace. They seek His peace in all they do and say.  

He hears the report of the gun—He sees the wounded man and is there in the last minutes of his life. He knows the destiny of the dying man,  just as He knows the destiny of everyone, and wants nothing more than to take each soul home to perfect, eternal peace.  

He travels with the crowd as they disperse, fear and terror gripping their hearts. He hears their silent prayers, and He whispers, “I am your peace. I am the way the truth and the life.” He bends down to the weeping family, the little ones, and says, “I am here, and I am your peace. Come, enter into my rest. You do not understand, but I am here to give you peace and comfort.”

He sees the man with the gun, and He calls to him through the guilt and fear of his heart. He invites Him to surrender—to own up—to make peace.  

Leaving this scene we now see Him with a new mother. She is holding her newborn baby, adoringly looking at this little miracle of life. He whispers in her heart, “This miracle of life is a gift from me. Believe in me, I have entrusted the care of this precious soul to you. Tell them about me—about my love and peace.”

We see Him slipping through the crowded streets of the city. All manner of people, music, and partying. And he whispers in the hearts of the people, “I am true peace. I have something better than all of this.” He speaks to all, the high and mighty who have reached the pinnacle of their own empire, to the lowly homeless man and woman on the street. He speaks to the successful in the quiet night watches, as they wonder if there is any other thing to do that they have not done. Quietly He enters their thoughts, through their emptiness, and whispers, “I have more to offer you than all of this. I have true peace and security.” But mostly they do not listen, there is too much at stake. Their ears are not tuned to hear His quiet voice in their conscience. They are only thinking about earthly pleasures and how they can acquire more wealth, pleasures, and happiness.  

I see Him bend over the homeless man, who is begging for his daily sustenance—his skin weathered and dark from years spent living the street life. He says, “Come to me, and I will fill you with true peace. I will supply your every need.”  

Up and down the dark alleys He goes, whispering in the hearts of men and women, “I love you, and I can give you lasting peace. Come just as you are.”  

I see Him observing high society, men that have accumulated untold wealth. He knows their hearts too. He knows their fears and whispers the same message of peace to them in their dark and lonely hours.  

We see Him where the drones and missiles are flying, where innocent men, women, and children are dying. He sees their pain and tears, and He whispers, “I am here, I am your peace.”  

He sees the tanks belch fire and smoke, and sees the men fall; He sees the apartments and homes crumble. He kneels by the dying men, and speaks quietly in their hearts, “I am here, I am your peace. I love you.” And some make commitments, and He fills their hearts with peace, and He takes them home to glory.  

He has no political association, or battle side. He is not the instigator of war and fighting, for that is not His realm. He is the author of true peace, not fighting. He takes no side in an argument—He did not fight for His own rights, when He knew he was right.

He speaks to all people of every race, country, and culture the same. He loves the young and old, rich and poor, and offers them the same hope of peace.

Unrest and fighting give His voice a greater opportunity to be heard, than when all is peaceful. For during conflict the heart seeks peace.

He may not make the fighting stop, because He is not in the fight. He may not change the circumstances, but He can and will fill the heart with inner joy and peace.

He is always on the move—through palaces of splendor, to houses of ill repute, always offering peace if His earthly children will forsake all and follow Him. In the day, in the night, He walks up and down the streets of men—travels to the mountainside hovels and the jungle huts—east and west, north and south, seeking His children. He seems to sense when a heart is crying for peace and He offers it to them, without money and without price.  

His peace is a heart change that seeks no revenge. His peace was no retaliation as He was falsely accused and nailed to a cross where He died. He left judgement to His father, which is the only righteous judge. His followers follow in His footsteps who is their brother and perfect example of peace. And who’s to say, if our own hearts and actions were revealed, if we would not also be sentenced to death on a cross.  

True lasting peace can only come through Him.  

 

Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money; come ye, buy, and eat; yea, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.

Isaiah 55:1

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

Matthew 11:28-30

For he is our peace, who hath made both one, and hath broken down the middle wall of partition between us;

Ephesians 2:14

  

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[i]Quote by Abraham Lincoln