There’s a handful of guys who stand on a street-corner we drive by sometimes, with signs that say: “Honk for peace!” and the like.
I always thought it was ironic that they were trying to get people to be loud and obnoxious about peace–but that’s beside the point. I think they were the ones that really got me thinking about peace. What it means.
World peace. Imagine. Probably none of us have–thankfully–really experienced war. Probably none of us know so much that we truly understand what it means. But we know enough. Enough to know that it’s horrific.
Peace. Imagine it. It would be wonderful.
I am all for world peace–but expecting it this side of Heaven is a step beyond wishful thinking.
Because we’re human. Because we’re sinful. Because–
It needs but one foe to breed a war, not two. . . And those who have not swords can still die upon them. (937)
–The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien
I think almost everyone, way deep down inside, wants peace. But down deeper there’s something they want more, and that’s why we have wars.
This is probably surprising to some of you, coming from me. And I’m sure it’s controversial. But I know what I believe, and I’m not ashamed of it. I don’t believe fighting is good, but I believe it’s better than tyranny. Well, what do you know about it? you may be thinking. Not much. But I know enough.
I don’t mean I don’t ever have doubts or questions, everyone does; but I know what I believe, and it’s worth standing for. Worth dying for.
Worth fighting for.