Let it Begin With Me

Yesterday was the third Sunday of Advent - the week we proclaim peace.

I woke up with that Vince Gill Christmas song on the tip of my tongue: let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me... And then a children's choir echoes him. Somehow the word peace conjures up so many different images. I think hippies in tie dye with lots of fringe. I think of clinking champagne and Auld Lang Syne and "It's a Wonderful Life." I think of those stupid bumper stickers that tell us to imagine world peace. Despite all the chaos in our lives we are just supposed to sit still and think about peace? This is too passive for me. Passiveness drives me crazy.

Someone told me once that peacemakers do not live in a state of peace. This came as a relief and a shock. Peacemakers go where there is no peace and create/build/establish it themselves. We have our work cut out for us.

So, peace to you this crazy Monday morning!