After comments and tweets were read I started thinking. Shouldn’t thinking be one of my first choices? That’s beside the point now. I was thinking about the mundane of this life just getting me down. I wasn’t alone, either. Instead of letting it drag me down further I spoke out my resolve: this is how I love my family and am making a home of PEACE! MAKING peace.
I am a PEACEMAKER!
Then the inevitable thought came to mind. Those good ole Beattitudes from the Sermon on the Mount in Matthew 5:
9 “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God. ESV
Then I wanted to know more, so I looked up the Amplified Bible version:
9 Blessed (enjoying enviable happiness, spiritually prosperous—with life-joy and satisfaction in God’s favor and salvation, regardless of their outward conditions) are the makers and maintainers of peace, for they shall be called the sons of God!
Being the word junkie that I am I wanted to know the Greek word and what it held. That led me to this:
The founders, promoters and/or makers of peace.
This isn’t keeping the peace, y’all. It’s making it, from scratch, just like those biscuits I love so much.
Now here is the biggie (and if you wouldn’t mind terribly putting on your Southern redneck pants for a spell to let Hee Haw lay it out for us):
“No, you'll never hear one of us repeating gossip,
so you'd better be sure and listen close the first time!"
This word “peacemakers” is used only ONCE in the whole Bible, right here in Matthew 5:9 . This isn’t gossip, but the same thing applies: listen close the first time. This was the key.
I had been listening to a lie being whispered in my ear all day about the drudgery and the pointlessness of what a wise lady I know calls the lather, rinse, repeat of our daily life.
This lie was bringing death, not by a thousand cuts, but by the loads of dirty dishes and socks. I had to put a stop to it. Right. Then. And. There.
Friends, we are in a battle every single day whether we recognize it or not. It’s not against the government, or our neighbors, or these other sinners that live within our own four walls. There is a deceiver who comes to kill, steal, and destroy. This deceiver is happy to take your joy, your confidence, your marriage, the relationships with your children, trust, security – whatever he can get his dirty little paws on.
I wasn’t going to let my joy go without a fight last week. You know what? I won!
There is still dirty laundry in the hamper, dishes need to be put away, and let’s not talk about the carpet.
It’s a fight worth fighting and I’m up for it to be called a son (daughter, actually) of GOD! Who’s with me? You get extra rations of chocolate if you had a clue about the Hee Haw reference.