Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God (Matthew 5.9)
When I was a kid, I had a globe. I’d spin it ‘round and ‘round, and then, with my finger, I’d stop it and whatever country on which I landed I’d pull from the shelf the World Book Encyclopedia and read about that place, its people and its history. I did this once or more each day. Over time, the big and unknown world became a bit smaller and less unknown…
And then, when I began to learn, to know that in this life terrible things happened all the time, sometimes, I’d cradle the globe in my arms pretending to be like God who, as the spiritual, which my Baptist grandmother taught me, has the whole world in his hands.
Today, with ills nearly too great to name and to number, I wish I had my globe. I’d hold it in my arms again and pretend that I could make things right. That war and pandemic and national disunity and a host of other ills would cease, all under the sway of peace.
That didn’t work when I was a kid. It won’t work now. But I still will do what I can do…
Whoever you are, whatever you think and feel, whatever your philosophy of life, politics or ideology, theology or no theology, I will offer to you an open hand, not a fist, a warm heart, not a cold shoulder, an engaging spirit, not a closed mind.
It takes effort to wage war. It also takes effort to wage peace. I choose peace.
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