Lest we forget. How many of us took a moment today to remember? As I stood in silence at 11:00 today, I was joined by a fairly large group of people who do not want to forget. I stood thinking about my friends in the DR Congo who are still caught in the midst of an ongoing war, fueled by our desire on this side of the world for electronics and games. I thought about a massage therapist who told me he suffered from PTSD after his stint in the armed forces. I replayed portions of Numbers. I thought about the woman who I had called my mom about this morning, asking who she was and remembering the numbers carved into her arm. She had been the common-law wife of a distant relative. A woman who no one talked about, who my mother could not remember by name.
I think about the people who are dying this very moment because there is no peace in the world. I think about those I need to be reconciled with. I remember my own sin. I turn to God on this cold day, and ask that my heart may be warmed. I pray that I may be an instrument of God’s great peace. What if every day we remembered that peace is our goal? What if today and the next we worked at restoring life instead of destroying it? What if right this minute I made a choice that was to heal and restore? Would anything be different in the world?