I remember it being called “Armistice Day,” but years later it was changed.
Actually, it did come about in 1919 at the end of World War I, called the War to end all wars. The cessation of battles came at the eleventh hour, the eleventh day, of the eleventh month, thus November 11 is the day we remember.
Did they really believe that all wars would cease? I wonder…
Just yesterday, Sunday, November 9 was the twenty fifth anniversary of the tearing down of the Berlin Wall, erected at the end of World War II. It was a symbol of the “Cold War” and was a cruel divider of people, families, and a detriment to peace.
I actually held a piece of that wall several years ago while I was in Berlin. I was reminded that in my lifetime there has never been world peace. How sad.
A disturbing fact is that multitudes have their own private war, not knowing there is peace to be had by knowing the One who is called the Prince of Peace.
Sadder still is the number of ones who are called Christians, who are at war with one another.
A poem of my husband’s comes to mind:
“Could we not love each other?
The hand that gives me bread
Is the One that keeps you fed.
Let harsh words be unsaid.
You are my brother.”
The One who can make wars to cease said, “Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself…There is no greater commandment.”
What could our world look like if this was practiced?