India, July 13 -- Our city streets hum with dozens of dialects. Some people hear noisy competition; the gospel hears a song waiting for harmony. Acts 2, Ephesians 2, and Revelation 7 sketch the melody that guides the choir for the coming kingdom today.
Pentecost shows the first verse. Luke lists fifteen languages, yet no heavenly English. The Spirit does not erase accents; he dignifies every mother tongue. Difference, then, is a palette God loves to paint with, not a defect to repair. Yet paint can harden into walls. Race, caste, tribe, and class cut grooves. Paul names the cure: "Christ himself is our peace."
On the cross, he absorbed centuries of hostility, tore down the barricade, and forged a new humanity. Peace, therefore, is more th...