May Peace

Grant you always…

A place to comfort you,

A heart to calm you,

A shield to protect you,

Joy and laughter to cheer you,

Love to embrace you,

A renewed spirit to grow you, and

The Grace of God to bless you.

–Author:  B. McDonald

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Words Of Peace

We will join together in proclaiming these words of peace from many cultures and traditions.

Shanti        pronounced Shahn-tee (Hindi)

Shalong     shah-lohm (Hebrew)

Hasiti         hah-see-tee (Kurdish)

Salaam      sah-laam (Arabic)

Heiwa         hey-wah (Japanese)

Dohiyi         doh-hee-yee (Cherokee)

Pax             pahcks (Latin)

Mir               meer (Russian)

Frieden       German

Greek          Irini







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A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson.  The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.  The family ate together at the table, but the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eathing difficult.  Peas rolled off his spoon on the floor, when he grasped the glass milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess and said “we must do something about father;” said the son.  “I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.”  So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.  There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.  Since Grandfather had broken a few dishes, his food was served in a wooden bowl.  When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.  Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year old watched it all in silence.  One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.  He asked the child sweetly “what are you making?”  Just as sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am making a llittle bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.”  The four-year old smiled and went back to work.  The words so struck the parents that they were speechless, then tears started to stream down their cheeks.  Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.  That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the the family table.  For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family, and for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork dropped, milk spilled, a dish was broken, or the tablecloth soiled, –it didn’t matter.

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An old woman was sipping on a glass of wine, while sitting on the patio with her husband, and she says, “I love you so much, I don’t know how I could ever live without you”…her husband asks, “Is that you, or the wine talking?”…She replies, “It’s me…talking to the wine.”

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When you let go, you give yourself peace…

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A man taking a morning walk on the beach noticed that the tide washed up hundreds of starfish, and with the intensity of the morning sun rays they would die.  The next day as he began his walk along the beach he noticed that as the tide receded, the starfish were alive.  The man took a few steps, picked one up and threw it into the water.  He did this act repeatedly.  Another person on the beach couldn’t understand what this man was doing.  He caught up with him and asked, “what are you doing?”  There are hundreds of starfish how many can you help?  What difference does it make?  This man did not reply, took two more steps, picked up another one, threw it into the water, and said, “it makes a differennce to this one”.

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A hungry dog sets out on a journey to find food, and finds a small bone. On his way back he decides to cross a bridge.  As he looks down into the water he sees a reflection of himself and what appears to be a bigger bone.  He decides to jump in for it, and only ends up wet behind the ears.


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There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.  His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.  The first day the boy had driven 33 nails into the fence.  Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down.  He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all.  He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.

The days passed, and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.  The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.  He siad, “you have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence.  The fence will never be the same.  When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.  You can put a knife in a person and draw it out.  It won’t matter how many times you say I’m sorry, the wound is still there.”

A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.  Friends and family are very rare indeed.  They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.  They lend an ear, they share words of praise and inspire you, they always want to open their hearts to us.”


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During the first week of life of a set of twins, each were in their separate incubators, and one was not expected to live.  A hospital nurse fought against the hospital rules and placed the babies in one incubator.  When they were placed together, the healthier of the two threw an arm over her sister in an endearing embrace.  The smaller baby’s heart rate stabilized and her temperature rose to normal.

Let us not forget to embrace those whom we love.





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The race isn’t given to the swift, or the strong, but to those who endure to the end…

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