Editor’s note: This essay was written in 2016, a year of terrorist attacks, school shootings, and political divide. Today the conflicts remain the same. Only the names have changed.
Henry was despondent. His country was divided. His countrymen were at odds. Angry arguments had led to all-out war. And his son had joined the Army.
“In despair I bowed my head,” he wrote, describing the depth of his anguish. “There is no peace on earth,” I said, “For hate is strong, and mocks the song Of peace on earth, goodwill to men.”
Perhaps it wasn’t unusual at the time for a man to express himself in verse, but with a son in battle and his wife recently deceased, it seems an odd time to opine on peace. But that’s what Henry did.
“It was as if an earthquake rent The hearth-stones of a continent,” he wrote of the breadth of the national suffering. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, not in his America. This great angry gash “made forlorn the households born Of peace on earth, good will to men.”
So much for the forefathers’ intended peace.
Longfellow’s poem, written at Christmas in 1863, became an anthem for people who desperately needed an understanding of their wartime devastation. Was it to be to be attributed to human failure or was it the judgment of God? The people took sides, brother against brother, and a nation at war with itself, in the middle of moral downfall, wondered, Where is this peace we were promised—our constitutional commitment and our biblical hope?
An uneasy peace
Peace, by definition, demands reconciliation. A truce only promises a cessation of aggression, but that may not necessarily produce long-lasting, attitude-transforming, life-preserving peace. The advice of pop psychologists to avoid contentious subjects with family at holiday gatherings, or to avoid the news of war or politics if it makes the blood pressure rise, fails a lasting truce. It only postpones the argument.H
The fabled Christmas truce of 1914 is such an example.
Pope Benedict XV recommended in early December of that year that fighting be stopped to observe Christmas. Though the Great War was only five months old, French and German soldiers on both sides laid down their weapons and at many locations, it is told, entered the no-man’s land between their battle lines calling “Merry Christmas!”
“First the Germans would sing one of their carols and then we would sing one of ours,” British rifleman William Graham later wrote, “until when we started up ‘O Come, All Ye Faithful,’ the Germans immediately joined in singing the same hymn to the Latin words ‘Adeste Fideles.’ And I thought, well, this is really a most extraordinary thing—two nations both singing the same carol in the middle of a war.”
Enemy soldiers swapped packets of cigarettes and plum puddings, played soccer together in at least one location, and generally enjoyed a day of peace. In all, up to 100,000 troops, about two-thirds of the battle forces, participated in this “short peace in a terrible war” as summarized in a Time magazine account. Some troops used the day to retrieve the bodies of their fallen comrades and give them a proper burial.
The next day, the shooting resumed.
If we may borrow Longfellow’s words, “The world revolved from night to day…” and in the stanza that precedes the poet’s headlong plunge into desolation, there was no voice, no chime, no chant sublime, only the tinny rat-a-tat of gunfire—in cities across France a century ago.
So much for a cease fire.
Come, Lord Jesus
The world Jesus entered as a baby experienced a false peace. It was enforced by dictatorship and military oppression. It was threatened by zealots, terror cells, and constant fear of revolt by the masses. And yet, the era was called Peace.
The Peace of Rome. The Pax Romana lasted for about 200 years, but it came at a high price. The Caesars were cruel and nervous men, as were their henchmen, the regional governors such as the paranoid Herods. Herod the Great would do anything to keep peace with Rome, and thereby keep his throne, even if it meant slaughtering a town’s entire population of boy babies.
The prophets predicted the coming of a young king who would specialize in peace,
“…one who is to be ruler in Israel…..
And they shall dwell secure, for now he shall be
great to the ends of the earth.
And he shall be their peace” (Micah 5:2, 4-5a).
But the people who read the prophets understood how this peaceful monarchy would (of necessity) follow turmoil. Isaiah, who gave the reassuring pronouncement that a Prince of Peace would be born, said honestly that saving the world is bloody business.
“For the yoke of his burden,
and the staff for his shoulder,
the rod of his oppressor,
you have broken as on the day of Midian.
For every boot of the tramping warrior in battle
tumult and every garment rolled in blood
will be burned as fuel for the fire”
(Isaiah 9:4-5).
All this talk of peace comes with this honest admission: The Prince of Peace enters a world in chaos and brings his own chaos with him. The emergence of the Kingdom of God at the natal moment is not peaceful. Birth is not peaceful. It is bloody—and loud and painful. Birth brings its own chaos.
And the One born does not sleep in heavenly peace for long. “The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes…” and the Anonymous carol writer assures us “no crying he makes.”
Dream on, Anonymous.
That Baby cried in his first minute of existence outside his mother’s womb. His birth announcement was a plaintive wail, and nothing has been the same since. Kingdom burst into existence and crashed into conflict with this sin-stained world. It should not surprise us that we still long for peace, we still wait for peace, even after the Prince of Peace was born. His transforming work is not yet done.
“Don’t assume that I came to bring peace on the earth,” Jesus warned his followers in Matthew 21:34. “I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.” And in John 14:27, his definition of peace apparently differs from our expectations: “Peace I leave with you. My peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Your heart must not be troubled or fearful.”
His holiness collides with our sin—and by God’s grace overcomes it at Calvary. His peace confronts our warring—and the victory must first be won in our hearts.
The Prince of Peace himself is confirmation of God’s promise that peace will come to the earth. At his second coming, he will usher in peace forevermore. Until then, his peace will reign in believing hearts, even if peace seems remote in an unpeaceful world.
We are reminded like Longfellow, who
“thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along Th’ unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men!”
– Eric Reed is media editor for IBSA news.