
When the World Had No Word for What They Saw
The Christmas carol plays softly in the background: “Peace on earth, good will to men.” We’ve sung it a thousand times. We’ve written it on cards, stitched it on decorations, and repeated it like a mantra every December.
But if we’re honest, doesn’t it feel a little hollow this year?
Political tribalism tears families apart at the dinner table. Racial tensions never seem to heal. Social media echo chambers make it impossible to agree on basic facts. Christians can barely stand to be in the same room with other Christians over secondary issues. And we’re supposed to believe in peace on earth?
In 1863, the poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow asked the same question. As the Civil War raged and his country tore itself apart, as he mourned his wife’s horrific death and tended to his wounded son, he penned the words to “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.” In despair, he wrote: “There is no peace on earth, I said, for hate is strong and mocks the song of peace on earth, good will to men.”
Was the angelic proclamation at Christ’s birth just beautiful poetry? Or can the promise actually be kept?
The City Where Enemies Became Family
The answer is found in an unlikely place: a bustling Roman city called Antioch, decades after Christ’s resurrection.
Acts 11 takes us back to the aftermath of Stephen’s martyrdom, when persecution scattered believers throughout the Roman Empire. Most of these early Christians did what made sense—they preached to Jews only. Stay with your people. Keep it safe. Don’t rock the boat.
But some believers from Cyprus and Cyrene did something radical. They began speaking to Greeks also, preaching the Lord Jesus. And Acts 11:21 tells us something astonishing: “The hand of the Lord was with them, and a large number who believed turned to the Lord.”
This wasn’t just intellectual assent. These people—Jews and Greeks who had every reason to hate each other—were turning to the Lord together. They were worshiping together. Living together. Becoming something the world had never seen before.
The news spread fast. So fast that the church in Jerusalem sent Barnabas on a 300-mile journey to investigate what was happening in Antioch.
Grace That Could Be Witnessed
Here’s what I love about Acts 11:23—when Barnabas arrived, he “witnessed the grace of God.”
Not felt it. Not heard about it. He could actually see it.
I’ve only experienced this a handful of times in my life. Once was in Ethiopia, visiting a tribe that just years earlier had settled their conflicts by hacking each other to death with machetes. But the gospel had come. Lives had changed. And when I arrived, I didn’t encounter violence—I encountered joy unlike anything I’d ever seen. Former enemies praying for me. Worshiping with me. Receiving me as family.
That’s what Barnabas saw in Antioch. The grace of God wasn’t just a theological concept—it was visible in the transformed lives of people who should have been enemies but had become family.
And the world noticed.
A Name for Something Never Seen Before
Acts 11:26 drops this detail almost casually: “The disciples were first called Christians in Antioch.”
We take that word for granted. But this was the moment it was invented. Up until this point, followers of Jesus were viewed as just another sect of Judaism—like the Pharisees or Sadducees, but with some different beliefs about the Messiah.
But in Antioch, something was so radically different that outsiders looked at this movement and said, “We need a new word for this.”
They didn’t call themselves Christians. The world named them that. The world looked at their worship of Christ, their commitment to the apostolic teaching, their fellowship across impossible cultural barriers, their sacrificial love for one another, and said: “You people belong to Christ. You’re Christians.”
I wonder what the world would call us today if we didn’t identify ourselves.
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