But where is this peace?

Pilate asked, “Are you the King of the Jews?” Jesus answered, “My kingdom does not belong to this world.” We pray, “Thy kingdom come.” If not now — when? If not us — who?

“Peace I leave with you — My peace I give to you.”

But where is this peace?
On paper treaties — signed by paper kings?
In words — spoken by tongues choked with too many words?

Peace does not live on paper — nor in crooked words.

In dollars, then? Endless dollars stolen from the poor – the lame –the young – the ill – the homeless?
Dollars printed with blood and sealed with the seal of clay gods?

Peace cannot be purchased with coins – nor bartered for in closed rooms.

The peace which Jesus promised has already been purchased!
Purchased at great cost!
Bought and paid for with the blood of the Lamb.
A peace so simple — and yet impossible for some to see.

It is in love that we find peace.
Love of God above all things — love of neighbor as myself.

“Thy kingdom come.”
The kingdom here — but not yet.
The kingdom we must build.
The kingdom — of peace.

From “On the Way to Work” by Vinal Van Benthem

Van Benthem is a member of the Secular Franciscan Order and a longtime pastoral minister, retreat leader, spiritual director and published writer and poet.