Peace be with you. Not just a ritual. Not just a phrase. A Way.
Sunset or Sunrise? Our lives are always in motion.
Have you ever really wished someone peace.
I mean really thought about it and hoped someone else had it?
Broken record. I can deal. Religious liturgy, I can deal. Just a gesture, I can deal. But for me a great part of life.Some people just say peace like "hi". I like to say it and mean it. Please hear me out.
Every Sunday I wish others Peace. Kinda crazy. And admittedly just a part of liturgical church service. But me! I take it seriously. How strange. But my people get it. Sometimes they avoid me, sometimes they rush up and we talk later. Sometimes they do not speak a word of English so we hug.
/// A peace is a portion of Roman Catholic Church services. It comes after a sermon and some prayers. And the whole of people there shake hands and wish others peace. I like to hug. I like to be hugged. My people know me and I know them. Newcomers look perplexed and old timers look relieved.
I am not Catholic, though happily, many wish I were. Our service is nondenominational, but we follow some traditions.
But I generally have to speak with our congregation as a group. Getting messages across and lending thought to written word and feelings. I deal with agendas and process and procedures.
Happy songs to spread the word
I question; Should I make a decision on Peace.
The answer is a resounding no! I get do's and don'ts. I get rules and I get determination by dogma.
But more so much more than that I get my people and there worries and attributions and contributions and retributions. I get that they are me and I am them. My shoes do not have room for others to walk in and neither do yours.
I really understand conundrums and tough decisions and I get they are not mine to make.
I think I get that I follow one commandment and am not a teacher of law like so many modern day pharisees. So my role is limited. My role is institutionalizing and personalizing love.
But somewhere down the line that love needs to lead to peace, institutionalized and personalized.
I am happy and confident in my failings, are you?
Just assume our great bodies are vessels. Well vessels can only be filled to the brim. If the vessel is filled with peace and love there is not room for any thing else. Let it be that way for you. Do not decide to let anything else in.
Peace is the absence of negative feelings and actions. Of course peace is the absence of war. It is the absence of struggle and the absence of despair. If our selves are in peace then we have room for happy and love and giving and caring. If a self is in turmoil the energy is directed toward the conflict and not toward growth and understanding.
Does love or peace come first? Truly a question for the ages. While passions run in hostility and love may be found without peace it cannot be sustained in conflict, internal or external. Peace is where we belong, it is our natural state. In death and in sleep we are usually peaceful. In want and desire we are usually restless and irritable and discontent.
So struggle as you may, achieve what you will and fight the battles that you must but come home to peace within your self.
And the headline read: "PEACE AT LAST"
Wouldn't that be something. We would have to hurry up and set up a bond market that we could all buy into, in order to get jobs for the military and arms workers that would be laid off. We would have to transform aircraft carriers into hotels and such.
We would have to invade war torn countries with armies of peace corps. We would have to set out to get everyone clean water to drink and build schools.
We could have armies who invaded places and got rid of all the trash and cleaned up parks and waterways.
We could have armies standing on most street corners to help people find their way.
We could convert hospital space into wellness centers.
We could have one army and all they would do is plant things.
Well it is fun to think about.