I don’t want to write about peace right now. I am sad. I am angry. I am disillusioned. I am feeling hopeless.
I don’t want to write about peace right now. I don’t really believe it is possible. I don’t know how to get there. I don’t think we have the will to make it.
I don’t want to write about peace right now. But If I don’t write about peace after the tragic, then I don’t understand what my faith is for. If I don’t write about peace when it seems so unattainable then everything I wrote about hope was bullshit.
I don’t want to write about peace right now. But there are 27 silenced voices in Connecticut that will never get to write about peace. There are 22 injured in China who may never want to write about peace. So I will write for them.
If now’s not the time to speak of peace, then when is? If now’s not the time to appeal to our better selves, then when will we. Sometimes you have to touch the wound before it scabs over.
Speak peace. Speak peace now. Live peace. Live peace now. Be peace. Be peace now.