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The phrase “bury the hatchet” means ‘to make peace,’ referring to an actual, historical practice of Native American tribes who would bury their tomahawks upon agreeing to a time of peace.
The symbolism, I speculate, is that I am not only less likely to attack, but unable to attack once my weapons are not readily accessible. I can’t quick-draw a weapon that’s held fast within earth.
Properly done, I submit that this is not simply about the cessation of violence but the pursuit of trust and relationship. This last week of the year is a time of evaluation for me, a time to consider whom I have caused offense during this year, and apologize to them, hoping they will accept my offer of peace.
From whom have I taken offense? Is that offense warranted, or simply an outburst of my pride? Is it possible to be truly un-offendable?
Earlier this year, I buried a hatchet with God, calling truce to a feud that had raged for 2 years at the time. I was offended with God’s lack of intervention in my life, his failure to deliver on His promises.
Offense can be taken only when we surrender trust. If I trust Him enough, then I know that even when circumstances make no sense to me, there must have been a higher reason beyond my perception, a deeper truth, a wider wisdom that He knows and I currently do not. Maybe I never will.
For me, the choice to bury the hatchet was prompted by the realization that I can choose either offense or trust; not both. This, I submit, applies to all our relationships: human, divine, animal, self…
I’m grateful to cross into 2015 without my hatchet. I will be packing an axe instead (that’ll be my guitar, Sheridan Marie).
With whom do you need to dig a hole and bury your weapons? If they do not show up to the meeting, are you willing to bury it on your own?