Blessed are the peacemakers

I got an email last night from my friend Chris, who with her husband Jack, just returned from four weeks in China where they used the Grandmother book to teach English to Chinese children. (Buffety blustery??? I cannot even imagine it!) This isn't the first time Chris and Jack have done extraordinary things. There were trips to Rawanda...to Somalia...their careers with the U.S. government abroad...their commitment to the church...Chris's healing work. They devote their lives to making peace. To being peace. And this morning they stood with us in Lithia Park. At this point I would start a new paragraph, but something's up with eblogger.com and it is not letting me start new paragraphs. Bear with me.
A lot of new people joined us this morning. Susan, who parked her bicycle and helmet by the ornamental maple tree. Linda, who stood in the park with Jean Shinoda Bolen and some of the Millionth Circle conveners last April. And beautiful, welcome others I didn't know. It was chilly this morning. Most of us weren't dressed for it. Some stood stoically in the shade, while others of us followed sunspots across the lawn. At 9 o'clock we joined hands (in the sun) and sang. Peace is flowing like a river. And it was. Wilma said what we're doing is like taking an aspirin. You don't have to tell an aspirin where the pain is -- it knows just where to go. We don't have to tell the loving energy we send out into the world where to go -- it knows where it's needed most. Blessed, indeed, are the peacemakers.