Through him God was pleased to reconcile all things to himself
things on earth and things in heaven
making peace through the blood of his cross.
Not some things.
Not only the worthy things.
All things.
The hidden fracture in the world
the quiet estrangement in the human heart
the long ache of history
the violence we inherit and the wounds we carry
none of it lies outside the reach of Christ.
The cross is not a narrow doorway for a few
but the deep center where everything broken is gathered.
Here hostility is unmade.
Here distance is crossed.
Here even what resists love is slowly surrounded by it.
The peace of Christ is not fragile agreement
but a steady, patient restoring
like roots pressing through hard soil
like light finding its way into a closed room.
And so reconciliation is not only a doctrine to believe
but a reality to inhabit.
We learn to live as those already being gathered
already being healed
already being brought home.
The cross stands at the center of all things
not as a sign of defeat
but as the quiet place where the world is being made whole.
Scribbling Theology 