Isaiah 2:3-4 “And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.”
Some say these are the end of days.
The 2012 Mayan apocolypse, according to an online enclycolpedia, is a series of interpretations of the Mayan calendar that comprise a range of beliefs in which a cataclysmic or transformative event occurrs on Dec. 2.
That day is upon us.
Pop culture has embraced this notion with irony, but some live in fear of its coming. A week ago, many of us would laugh derisively at the mere mention of it. Silly nonsense or just one more prophecy of doom like so many others.
The online encyclopedia reads,” A New Age interpretation of this transition is that the date marks the start of time in which Earth and its inhabitants may undergo a positive physical or spiritual transformation, and that Dec. 21, 2012 may mark the beginning of a new era.”
Last week, an act of unspeakable evil was visited upon Connecticut. The lives of 20 small children and 7 adults were simply taken away. A killer, acting without remorse, using weapons of war to visit death upon Newtown.
For some these may seem the end of days.
What seemed so silly a week ago: a prophecy of doom or a promise of transformation, suddenly seems so very real.
Certainly something must change. A transformation at this point would be most welcome.
Maybe it’s the sort of optimism summoned in the face of great tragedy or maybe some New Aged idealism that compels us to demand that what happened to those poor families in Newtown last week mean something.
Sandy Hook should not simply “never be forgotten.” It needs to be about something more than our remorse and grief.
Our nation was built by those fleeing the grip of old world tyranny. Yet, somehow here we are again, under siege in our schools, in our homes and in our places of worship. We find ourselves under the thumb of an altogether new world tyranny.
We should beat our swords into plowshares and turn our spears into pruninghooks.
This may be the great Mayan prediction: not the end of the world, but the beginning of one, spurred by man’s unwillingness to tolerate the kind of tragedy and tyranny witnessed in Newtown.