They Will Beat Their Swords into Plowshares…

” He shall judge between the nations,

and set terms for many peoples.

They shall beat their swords into plowshares

and their spears into pruning hooks;

One nation shall not raise the sword against another,

nor shall they train for war again.

House of Jacob, come,

let us walk in the light of the LORD! ”

( Isaiah 2:4-5 )

We, Franciscans, are a peace loving bunch. We love all the brothers and sisters, all of Gods children. I work for the dignity of all people from the moment of conception until Sister Death comes to escort us unto the presence of the Most High.

We have been accused of being the “Hippeys” the “tree-huggers ” because of our love of creation. To a certain degree that could be true, but there is a difference. Our love of creation, the love we carry in our hearts for our brothers and sisters is squarely centered on the Holy Church and its majesterium.

Our love of creation, is centered on God the creator, as opposed to creation itself. It is our mission to bring souls to God, through the mission to carry Christ to our brothers and sisters in all we say and do.

to “preach the Gospel at all times, and when necessary use words”.

I had always had in my heart the idea that this passage and the others in Joel and Micah, that basically retell this same story, were going to give us the idea of what it would be like on Earth, if people would put aside their sin, their hate , their greed, and just love God and each other. When we would never again have to worry about wars , or earthly powers driven by hate. Its the idea of the eutopian sort of existance.

Shortly after loosing myself in the reverie, I find that I again have to go through a little disconnect and deal with the reality of life on Earth. As a teen, my parents took me to a prison outreach ministry visit to the local prison. We went in, and we visited for a bit.. and I found myself sitting across from a man over a game of chess. As a youth I had no clue where to begin to have a conversation with this man. So I asked him, why he was in jail. He told me that he had raped, and murdered someone.

To say the least it was mind bending to be sitting there with this man who rather matter of factly told me of his journey that landed him in the prison for which he would be for life. I do not remember what those circumstances were, I only knew that there must of been something of a redemptive quality there because at the time my state still had the death penalty for murder.

Later in life while I was in college I took course work in Law, and was asked if I wanted to be a guardian -ad -litem the voice of a child or protected adult in court and doing investigations etc. I politely declined as I knew it was not what I wanted. I also turned down working in the prison ministry in my parish back then, because having been exposed to stories of the things that happened in prisons, I did not believe that I was able to make a difference there. They pretty much needed to go there, do their time, and then decide what kind of person they wanted to be.

I also knew that there were stories coming out of other ministers who had gone into those prisons of people who had real coversions, who had really found God in prison to spite their cirumstance.

I want to offer you a different view of this passage. That when we beat our swords into plowshares, and spears into pruning hooks, this is not just a eutopian view of what life might be like, it is a story of redemption, a story of salvation ! It tells us that we have the ability to change and to under go a metanoia of the heart. It means that we too can change, and grow, and develop in our lives while seeking God. We can take out the hate that is in our hearts, after beating them into plowshares using them to till the garden of our hearts for Christ to live and help us to grow.

May God give you the gift of His peace !

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