The Eleventh Hour of the Eleventh Day of the Eleventh Month and our Armistice Day solemnities have been neglected. No silence. But patriotic red, white, and blue bunting and recruitment drives. Fly the flag to honor our veterans. And Thank You for Your Service.
We do not remember.
Rouse the champions. We’re ready for war. We’re ready to invade, and even the weakling will play the tough guy. Nations be warned. Assemble. We are prepared and we will march. Ply the sickle. Drop the bomb. Multitude of multitudes descending to the Valley of Bad Decisions.
Plows into swords
or swords into plows?
Which is it?
Spears into hooks
or hooks into spears?
We are hammered into weapons and beaten down, exhausted by this drive toward our own destruction.
But there are other ways. There are other paths. Come – we can ascend to somewhere we won’t need those weapons any longer. Arbitrate our differences instead of killing ourselves. Rediscover the laws of love. No longer train our sons, our daughters to kill each other in fields of blood.
Joel 3:9-14, Isaiah 2:4, Micah 4:1-3
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