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## The Scandalous Peace


The veld sprawls beneath a sky the colour of bruised plums, vast and indifferent. It mirrors, in its harsh beauty, the landscape of my own soul sometimes – a vastness punctuated by the sharp thorns of disappointment and the bitter taste of injustice. Luke 2:14, that song of angels, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!" – it used to feel like a distant carol, a pretty hymn sung in a warm church far removed from the township's realities. A sanitized version of peace, a peace that couldn't possibly comprehend the gnawing hunger, the ever-present threat of violence, the crushing weight of systemic inequality.

But the *eirēnē*… the peace… it’s not the absence of struggle, you see. It’s not the silencing of the vuvuzelas of conflict, nor the eradication of the poverty that gnaws at our bellies. No. It’s a deeper thing, a defiant joy that blossoms even amidst the thorns. It’s the jacaranda tree in full bloom, its purple majesty unbowed by the harsh winter that preceded it. A testament to resilience, a stubborn refusal to surrender to the bleakness.

This *eirēnē*, this peace, I’ve come to understand, is not a passive state; it's a verb, a dynamic process, a continuous striving. It's the relentless pursuit of *shalom*, a wholeness that embraces every aspect of our being, individual and communal. It’s a peace that refuses to be defined by the absence of conflict, but rather by the presence of something infinitely more powerful: love. A love that transcends the limitations of our understanding, a love that endures even when all other things fail.

I’ve seen glimpses of this *eirēnē* in the most unexpected places. In the unwavering faith of Mama Nomusa, whose shack was reduced to ashes, yet whose spirit remains unbroken as she rebuilds, brick by painstaking brick, with the help of her community. Her hands, calloused and scarred from years of toil, are not merely shaping bricks; they are building a testament to the indomitable human spirit, a testament to the power of hope in the face of despair. Her rebuild is not just a physical reconstruction, but a spiritual rebirth, a reclaiming of her dignity, a defiant act of faith against the forces that seek to diminish her.

I've seen it in the quiet determination of the young men in my church, those who once roamed the streets, consumed by anger and frustration, their lives marked by the violence that permeates our townships. They were children of the streets, their futures seemingly predetermined by the harsh realities of poverty and despair. Yet, they found a different path, a path illuminated by the light of faith and hope. Trading their pangas for paintbrushes, they transform the graffiti-scarred walls of our neighbourhood into vibrant murals of hope, their art becoming a powerful symbol of transformation and redemption. Each stroke of the brush is an act of rebellion, a refusal to accept the narrative of despair that society attempts to impose upon them. They are painting a new story, a story of resilience, a story of hope, a story of peace.

And I’ve tasted it, this *eirēnē*, in the shared bread and laughter of a funeral. A seemingly paradoxical experience, a gathering born from loss, yet infused with a strange, bittersweet joy. In the midst of grief and sorrow, there’s a palpable sense of community, a shared understanding of the human condition, a collective acceptance of mortality. Here, in the face of death, the lines of division blur, and a sense of profound unity emerges. The shared bread becomes a symbol of communion, a reminder of our shared humanity, a testament to the enduring power of love and faith. The laughter, born from shared memories and the celebration of a life lived, is not disrespectful to the departed; rather, it is a poignant affirmation of life's preciousness. This bittersweet symphony of life and death is held together by a faith that transcends even the finality of the grave, a faith that whispers promises of resurrection and eternal life.

This isn't passive acceptance, mind you. This peace isn't a blind eye to the evils that plague our nation – the corruption that festers like a malignant wound, the inequality that perpetuates a cycle of poverty and despair, the violence that stalks the streets like a predatory animal. No, this is not a peace that ignores the harsh realities of our existence. Rather, it's a *fierce* peace, born from the knowledge that even the darkness cannot ultimately extinguish the light of God's love. It's a peace that is actively engaged in the struggle for justice, a peace that refuses to compromise its values in the face of adversity.

It's the courage to confront the injustices that steal *shalom* from our people, fueled by the same love that propelled Jesus to the cross. It's the love that compelled him to sacrifice himself for the redemption of humanity, a love that calls us to confront the systems and structures that perpetuate suffering and oppression. This is not a passive, complacent peace; it's a radical, transformative peace that demands action, that challenges us to engage with the world around us, to fight for justice, to build a more equitable and just society.

The angels’ proclamation wasn’t a fairy tale; it was a battle cry, a declaration of war against the principalities and powers that seek to suffocate hope, to perpetuate injustice, to maintain the status quo. It’s a call to arms, not with weapons of flesh and blood, but with the weapons of prayer, compassion, and tireless action. It's a call to build that kingdom of *eirēnē* here, on this earth, starting with the small acts of kindness, the persistent efforts to mend broken relationships, the unwavering pursuit of justice for the marginalized.

It's about extending a hand to those who have been pushed to the fringes of society, those who have been denied their dignity and their rights. It's about speaking truth to power, challenging the systems and structures that perpetuate injustice. It's about engaging in the difficult conversations, confronting the uncomfortable truths, and working towards creating a society where everyone has the opportunity to thrive.

This peace is not a utopian dream, a far-off ideal that remains elusive and unattainable. It’s a tangible reality, woven into the fabric of our daily lives. It's found in the simple act of sharing a meal with a neighbour, in offering a listening ear to someone in need, in speaking out against injustice, in extending forgiveness to those who have wronged us. It's in the small, seemingly insignificant actions that we choose to take, driven by a deep sense of compassion and a commitment to building a more just and equitable world.

The plum-coloured sky above the veld might be indifferent, but our hearts need not be. The peace offered isn't a passive resignation; it's an active participation in the ongoing work of redemption, a relentless pursuit of *shalom* amidst the chaos, a defiant hope that blooms even in the harshest of landscapes. It’s a peace that recognizes the struggles, acknowledges the pain, but refuses to be defined by them. It's a peace that embraces the imperfections of our world, yet holds fast to the unwavering belief in the transformative power of love and grace.

And that, my friend, is a revolution worth fighting for. It’s a revolution that starts not on some distant battlefield, but within the confines of our own hearts and minds. It’s a revolution that demands courage, conviction, and unwavering commitment. It's a revolution that calls us to step beyond the comfortable confines of our own lives, to engage with the world around us, to embrace the struggles of others, and to work tirelessly towards creating a world where the peace of God reigns supreme. It's a peace that isn't merely proclaimed by angels, but lived out in the lives of those who dare to believe in its transformative power. A peace that echoes not just in the distant carols of a church, but in the vibrant rhythms of life itself, a life lived in love, hope, and unwavering faith.


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