Artisan de la Paix

What is Peacemaking?

This, too, is real. The phrase Artisan de la Paix woos. The term illicits both contemplation and action, and it is wildly relevant. I have sat at the bedside of the dying, held the hand of the victim, spoken as friends with the perpetrator. All sides must be welcomed to the table if peace will be possible. The table, the great equalizer, where none are first, and all are treated the same. Can we begin to converse around this proverbial table? And can peace be more than a philosophy?

I am convinced that there has never been a more ripe time to place our hands to the plow of peace and start pushing, allowing the patient process of growth and season to bring to life that which lies latent.

I long for peace because we are designed to know and live in peace. I long for peace because I know the opposite. I long for peace because until we can cease our warring with words as well as with our fists, we will never understand love. I long for peace because I know the children that suffer in its absence. I long for peace because people should not be faced with no place to lay their pain.

The greatest threat to national security or personal security is not the presence of hate but rather the absence of love.

If we can not know love, we can not know peace.

Artisan de la Paix. Perhaps this is a new rhythm of living.