'Blessed are the peacemakers' When I think of peace, I think of white doves, olive branches and conscientious objectors. Peace requires solitude, demands silence, tastes bland, and is the preserve of the feeble and naïve. Being passionate about peace feels somewhat like an oxymoron. 'Blessed are the peacemakers' Sometime this year someone said, "peace belongs … Continue reading making peace
Cone writes about the crucifixion as a first-century lynching, and about how black people facing the state-endorsed terrorism of lynching identified with Jesus; they, "found in the cross the spiritual power to resist the violence they so often suffered" (p22).