“Not only am I a pacifist, I’m a militant pacifist.” (Einstein)
A person I know says he’s a pacifist. He, the grandson of a man who fought in World War 2, and of another who fought in the navy, says that if someone were to threaten his family, he would not defend them.
He says this and then he buys Modern Warfare 2. He says this and then he blows people’s heads off, virtually.
I don’t like guns. The physical or virtual kind. And in an ideal world, I’m a pacifist too. A lion-sleeps-with-the-lamb kind of girl. But in this world, the lion eats the lamb. So when that happens, do we just sit back? Or do we defend the lamb?
These are the hard questions. Some things are a spiritual battle, yes, and some things are mental. But then there are those that are very, very physical.
Communism is apparently a very good system in a perfect world. But we don’t live in a perfect world. We live in a world that experienced the Holocaust. And in a perfect world, I believe pacifism would work, too. But how can one be a Pacifist while life is being damaged by Nazis and the Taliban? By cruel dictators like Hussein? By men like Stalin? How? Is it possible to just pray peace into the situation?
Corrie Ten Boom didn’t, in The Hiding Place. She went against much of what she believed in to fight against the evil of her day. She hid Jews, and she lied about it. She stole. She did wrong, in the name of love, and this is what I’m wondering: do we let sin happen (like the Holocaust) simply for the sake of upholding a principle?
Honestly, I am searching. I want to live peace with every inch of me, but I also know this: I know that if someone were to attack my children, I wouldn’t think twice about hurting them. I wouldn’t think at all. Because my children are defenseless, and love protects and preserves.
I also know that peace fights on my behalf. “May the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, GUARD your heart and your mind in Christ Jesus.”
Peace guards our hearts, and our minds. It doesn’t just sit idly by. It fights the bad guys.
I was telling Joey one night that I didn’t like guns. He asked me why, and I said, because they hurt people.
And he stopped for a minute and then he said, “But Auntie Emily, how can I be like God if I don’t fight off the bad guys?”
And he stumped me there.
I want to be a Pacifist, I do.
I just don’t know if I can be, in a World of War.