Swords Into Plowshares
“they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more; but they shall all sit under their own vines and under their own fig trees, and no one shall make them afraid; for the mouth of the Lord of hosts has spoken. For all the peoples walk, each in the name of its god, but we will walk in the name of the Lord our God forever and ever.” Micah 4:3b-5 NRSV Looking at this picture of my son right before he was baptized. The face of God's love on him, and on his Dad. How does a young man cover himself in body armor, take up rifles and murder a classroom's worth of children. Why? And what on Earth, God, can we do about it? I am so so tired of praying over all of the hate. I am tired of the words God keeps giving back to me: Love, it's love, Aimee. Love is what fills a heart to such fullness that evil will not find a space to creep in. The absence of love