Happy are those...

Happy are those

Happy are those who work for peace…

Matt. 5:9

At the beginning of prior years, I’ve started the year here with theme words, a word, or a verse. This year it’s a verse.

Please join me in working for peace this year.

“How?” you might ask.

Let’s work for peace in our families, our neighborhoods, our workplaces. Be willing to have lunch or coffee with someone from the other side of the aisle. You don’t need to talk politics. In fact, it might be best if you don’t. Instead, get to know other people as people. Talk about their hobbies, their families, the music they like, and their favorite hot drinks. Ask about their first cars. If you want to go deeper, ask them what they care about, what keeps them up at night, what difference they’d like to make in the world.

And then listen.

Anybody up for coffee?

c[_]

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Author: Brent Logan

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5 thoughts on “Happy are those”

    1. Ooh, coffee would be fun! When life slows down and you’re back on the island, we need to visit. ‘Course, the lake would be nice, too. But we can start now. Here. c[_]

      And I get to ask a question. Choose one of the following:

      1. What was your first car?
      2. What keeps you awake at night?
  1. The above conversation makes me smile. No 1 is by far easier than No 2 to answer. We just got back from some time on the island but any visit there for the next 3+ years will be just in and out. We are down to one bed there so it could get awkward.

    But here in the valley the invitation can be more real. Bring Suzi and we will make some coffee and chat a while.

    By the way, what was your first car? and why that one? how long did you have it?

    1. Haha! Made me think of this:

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rvx002oq8Nk

      Once my situation gets a little more stable, a visit would be fun.

      My first car was a gold ’74 Superbeetle with a sunroof. I bought it from one of Bob’s classmates. What a fun car to drive — until I rolled it in the middle of Oregon on the way back to Walla Walla after a Christmas break! In high school, I drove the family Mustangs, also a lot of fun to drive, but they weren’t mine.

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