A Quickie for Peace


Once upon a time, before anyone even knew the world wasn’t flat, Joe Blow said to his neighbor, “Hey, why are you dragging that dead tree into your house?” Every holiday had its beginning & seemed strange at first. To the folks who continue to complain about Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, GET USED TO IT!

I’m growing increasingly tired of racists who fail to recognize that, to put it bluntly: white people were helped by the civil rights movement also.

I wondered the other day, if it hadn’t been for the slave labor in America, and later the immigrants and children working in the factories, what kind of economic power would the United States have today?  If Africa had not been raped of its people for hundreds of years, would the countries there be closer to peace?

I could go on with my kvetching and wondering, but instead I’ll meditate on the words of someone wiser than myself.

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.   Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy.


O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

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