This One Shall Be Peace

Messiah comes. He will be peace.

In the late 8th century B.C., a prophet named Micah, wrote a small book. And in chapter 5 is a great Messianic prophecy.

I must say that one of the charms of this little book is the beautiful poetic style of the prophet:

But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah,                                                  bethlehem

Though you are little among

            the thousands of Judah,

yet out of you shall come forth

            to Me

The One to be Ruler in Israel,

Whose goings forth are from of


From everlasting.

Eight hundred years before the birth of Christ, the specific village of His birth was foretold.  Tiny Bethlehem, just south of Jerusalem was known primarily as the birthplace of David, and the spot where Jacob’s beloved Rachel died hundreds of years earlier.

But its minor status was about to change. It would be the birthplace of Messiah. And a scene of slaughter: all baby boys under the age of 2.

Sharp Focus of Truth

I try to remember that Christ’s advent is not just about a star and a stable, a manger and shepherds and animals. It is also one of rejection and exhaustion, of the messiness of birth in dirt and darkness.

And months later, it is a story of massacre and the horrified screams of young mothers just like Mary.

This One Shall Be Peace

And yet, look at Him there in verses 4 and 5:

shepherdHe shall stand and feed His flock

in the strength of the Lord,

In the majesty of the name of the Lord His God

And they shall abide,

For now He shall be great

to the ends of the earth

And this One shall be Peace

Messiah, standing tall as the Good Shepherd, guiding His flock, watchful and ready to defend. His strength is displayed in the care of His people. He is clothed in the majesty of the Name of the Lord. He reveals the power of God.

And this One shall be our peace. This Ruler will not only bring peace, but He Himself shall be peace.

  • Siege, invasion, war? He is our peace.
  • Sickness, loss, uncertainty. He remains our peace.
  • Horror, tragedy, the unthinkable. He stands in the majesty of the name of the Lord as our peace.

It is something to ponder. To turn aside for a time from the shopping and parties and baking and busyness, and ponder.

Take Him. He is peace.


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