Today’s Prayer to Passage will be from the book “War and Peace” by Leo Tolstoy.
Today I pray, “Dear God, In breaking the silence, humans are able to discover that no matter which side of an argument, even if it is on the same land, it is civility, peace, and honor toward human life — and all life — that matters. The wars rage on while refugees flee. It seems that it would be in anyone’s best interest to flee an area where there is war. Promised land turned into hell on earth seems to be a calling to find Heaven on earth. Or end the hell. The irony is that in figthing over what they believe You probably or might want, they are in hell. Amen.”
Following my prayer, I held the closed book in my hands and opened it to this passage:
“It was as if the main screw in his head, which held his whole life together, had become stripped. The screw would not go in, would not come out, but turned in the same groove without catching hold, and it was impossible to stop turning it.”
Leo Tolstoy put it much more elloquently than I did. How can anyone call anyone else mentally ill when war still exists? That makes absolutely no sense to the spirits in Heaven who were killed in war. Looking down at their wives and babies and loved ones — and all of the life they could have had. War sounds like something we should be learning about in history classes the way we learn about the extinction of dinosaurs. No offense is meant to dinosaurs; it is the first example that came to mind. Maybe I was born too early and my authenticity is ahead of my time, but if you ask me, war has been in existence too late. If people could create war in the past, people can create peace in the present.