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.