The United Methodist Church has committed $75.000,000 over the next 3 years to defeat and eradicate Malaria by 2015. What an honorable goal; I'll support it and try to do my best to be a part of those dollars. It is simply beyond justice or morality of any type to permit something evil to exist when we have the power to eliminate.
And yet! And yet what about poverty? And yet what about child abuse? And yet what about sex trading?
I guess we ought to call these evils by their correct names of greed, lust and ignorance. Should we of the Church not commit equal amounts of time, money and energy to the elimination of these evils by the year 2015?
Even as I write this I feel a dreadful sense of cynicism.
Let's assume that we reach the above utopia. Let's assume that through the offices of good people, God's people throughout the world, we come together and eliminate the four headed monster I've identified about. Maybe we even eliminate the other monsters you may mention as equally important.
My cynical response becomes, "for what?" Shall we rid Africa of Malaria so that governments and terrorists will have more fodder for their killing? Shall we raise children into young adults so that they can oppose one anothers ideology and in the name of civilization continue to fight battles that are neither just nor right?
The battles against the evil I've mentioned are all worthwhile; there are others to be fought as well. But to win those battles without changing the purpose of human beings seems to be an exercise in futility.
We live in a world of false prophets for all our leaders are crying "peace, peace when there is no peace." I guess some war is inevitable, I know the truth about good men doing nothing, I've seen the horrors of the holocaust - but is war the only way? Are such things as ethnic cleansings the ultimate way of peace and freedom?
It is a small world and I see more and more "warfare." Sometimes it is between nations, other times it is in the form of a coup, still others it happens in our neighborhoods and sometimes it happens in our home. Can we not commit prayer and resources to eliminate the scourge of war by 2015?????
Bill
I Have Rejected Facebook
Through the urging of my son Tim and daughter Tracey I decided to give facebook a try. It was fun; there was give and take and an easy entrance into the thoughts and sometimes the lives of other people. I became "friends" with casual acquaintences and often with relative strangers.
I'm not into games, and each time I sent a flower or a valentine or something I felt like I was opening my private world to whomever would happen to stop by. In fairness there are blocks but I used very few of them. I wan't posting anything I shouldn't so why should I? AND Facebook is much more instant conversation than email, maybe that's why it is called facebook. So where too much was asked I backed off.
But you know, basically I'm a private person and I keep my self revelations on a plane that is comfortable for me. If you and I are going to have an in depth conversation it won't be through facebook and not even email. My revelations may have been news to some but to me they were quite safe.
Then, as my world of "friends" expanded, I quickly was taken out of my confort zone. Just for backgrouind, I served in the Military, I know and have used most of the language that is possible. I have been to the hot spots and, well this is not confession time, but I guess I want to say is that I have lived outside of the Church. The other thing to note is that I truly represent my era. Much as I think I am modern in my thought process I have a filter that everything passes through.
So after awhile on facebook and after the expanding of my circle of friends, I entered into the lives of folks who live outside my inhibitions. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, I have seen posted pictures whose message is offensive to me. I have also read notes written by educated people using language that as a military person I would never use outside of the barracks. I guess in my naivite I expected folks to have some self respect and most do. But I have seen enough and read enough to tell me this is territory that will not do me any good.
Tim, the one who got me on facebook, has a saying, "TMI" it means too much information. Facebook has too much information for me - rather than destroy my respect or love for folks who may reqret their actions later, I choose to retrench and fight the battle of email. That is my choice for me, not for anyone else. I guess it it my "don't ask don't tell policy."
I'm not into games, and each time I sent a flower or a valentine or something I felt like I was opening my private world to whomever would happen to stop by. In fairness there are blocks but I used very few of them. I wan't posting anything I shouldn't so why should I? AND Facebook is much more instant conversation than email, maybe that's why it is called facebook. So where too much was asked I backed off.
But you know, basically I'm a private person and I keep my self revelations on a plane that is comfortable for me. If you and I are going to have an in depth conversation it won't be through facebook and not even email. My revelations may have been news to some but to me they were quite safe.
Then, as my world of "friends" expanded, I quickly was taken out of my confort zone. Just for backgrouind, I served in the Military, I know and have used most of the language that is possible. I have been to the hot spots and, well this is not confession time, but I guess I want to say is that I have lived outside of the Church. The other thing to note is that I truly represent my era. Much as I think I am modern in my thought process I have a filter that everything passes through.
So after awhile on facebook and after the expanding of my circle of friends, I entered into the lives of folks who live outside my inhibitions. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, I have seen posted pictures whose message is offensive to me. I have also read notes written by educated people using language that as a military person I would never use outside of the barracks. I guess in my naivite I expected folks to have some self respect and most do. But I have seen enough and read enough to tell me this is territory that will not do me any good.
Tim, the one who got me on facebook, has a saying, "TMI" it means too much information. Facebook has too much information for me - rather than destroy my respect or love for folks who may reqret their actions later, I choose to retrench and fight the battle of email. That is my choice for me, not for anyone else. I guess it it my "don't ask don't tell policy."
A House Divided
President Lincoln, in the run up to the Civil? War, pointed out that a nation could not remain strong if it were half slave and half free. That bloody war settled the question of slavery but not the question of rascism, nor the question of a "house divided."
We live in a nation divided. We arae divided over health concerns, over immigration, over sexuality, over wars and over politics. Normally you might say the debate that is occuring is the sign of a healthy democracy. I think it has gone beyond that. For a true debate to occur there must be a civility between the debaters; rules of conversation must be followed and a reasonable end or at least an agreement to disagree must be in place. In the debate arena for any of the above questions we have long passed the point of civil discourse.
The conversation taking place on C Span is filled with half truths and political posturing. Emails are flooded with outright lies and well orchestrated smear campaigns. For at least the past ten years this nation has engaged in attempted political suicide as any one in a position of leadership is tarred and feathered through the media of radio, TV and the internet. It truly needs to stop. We are becoming an armed and dangerous mob.
When I last looked, each member of congress and each member of the current administration took an oath to up hold the constitution, to follow the law of the land and to lead as best as his or her constituents would permit. So how does it happen that bills which haven't been studied are either passed or opposed? How does it happen that extraneous amendments having no purpose for the legislation are tacked onto bills and hidden as they pass through congress?
Sadly, from my perspective, the issue is unmitigated greed. Those that have want more and those who haven't want some. In the meantime, congress squabbles and the administration fails to paint a vision the nation will follow.
We are a divided house. The question then becomes "How long can we stand?" I think it is time:
1. For people of faith to pray for their government
2. For voters to study the issues and make their voice heard.
3. For politicians to vote their conscience and not their party.
4. For debates to be strong, open and without backdoor deals.
5. For the media to separate commentary from news.
During WWII there was a rallying cry, "Let's remember Pearl Harbor" could our new cry be "Let's remember the UNITED States."
We live in a nation divided. We arae divided over health concerns, over immigration, over sexuality, over wars and over politics. Normally you might say the debate that is occuring is the sign of a healthy democracy. I think it has gone beyond that. For a true debate to occur there must be a civility between the debaters; rules of conversation must be followed and a reasonable end or at least an agreement to disagree must be in place. In the debate arena for any of the above questions we have long passed the point of civil discourse.
The conversation taking place on C Span is filled with half truths and political posturing. Emails are flooded with outright lies and well orchestrated smear campaigns. For at least the past ten years this nation has engaged in attempted political suicide as any one in a position of leadership is tarred and feathered through the media of radio, TV and the internet. It truly needs to stop. We are becoming an armed and dangerous mob.
When I last looked, each member of congress and each member of the current administration took an oath to up hold the constitution, to follow the law of the land and to lead as best as his or her constituents would permit. So how does it happen that bills which haven't been studied are either passed or opposed? How does it happen that extraneous amendments having no purpose for the legislation are tacked onto bills and hidden as they pass through congress?
Sadly, from my perspective, the issue is unmitigated greed. Those that have want more and those who haven't want some. In the meantime, congress squabbles and the administration fails to paint a vision the nation will follow.
We are a divided house. The question then becomes "How long can we stand?" I think it is time:
1. For people of faith to pray for their government
2. For voters to study the issues and make their voice heard.
3. For politicians to vote their conscience and not their party.
4. For debates to be strong, open and without backdoor deals.
5. For the media to separate commentary from news.
During WWII there was a rallying cry, "Let's remember Pearl Harbor" could our new cry be "Let's remember the UNITED States."
The Prodigal
In the Gospel of Luke, 15th chapter, Jesus tells the wonderful story of the prodigal. We usually related that title to the son who wasted his inheritance, I, and others, realte prodigal to the father, who was lavish in his love. Jesus uses the story to explain God's unbounding love toward his wayward children who return. It is a wonderfully helpful and hopeful story.
As you read the story, do you notice how passive in his relationship with his sons the father is? The younger son demands his inheritance, before the father dies, and receives it! The younger son takes his inheritance (acquiring that must have lowered the value of the olders son's future inheritance) and without so much as a by your leave goes to a far country. The father is a non issue. What we hear of the father is that he stands at the gate and watches, hoping for his sons return. No servants chasing after him, the son has complete freedom. Then the son comes to his senses and returns home. Apparently he doesn't ever ask if it is OK. Now the father is galvanized into action, he throws a party, risking losing his older son in the process. So I ask, who is the prodigal? And the answer is God.
So many times as I have read this story I have said, "well I would have," let me tell you that's dangerous.
Sometimes love has to be passive. Simetimes action simply makes a bad situation worse. I guess the key is to know "when to hold them and when to fold them." My oldest daughter left the family over 20 years ago. She got married and slowly, sometimes quickly, "divorced" the rest of the fmaily. Actions have simply made the situation worse. Birthday cards, or Christmas cards or Anniversary cards have been met with red letter postcards. Sometimes those cards come when we haaven't been active at all. Crys to the Bishop or attempts to visit have ended in angry accusations. And now visits are forbidden unless certain specifics have been met first. And, I am told, that it is my pride and hatred for her spouse that keeps us apart.
My sanity is kept because I have six other wonderful children and 5 other sons and daughters in law who treat us as inlaws should be treated, we are loved as the parents of their spouse. We try not to intervene in their lives, we try to love our grandchildren and we try to walk that line between parent and friend and whatever else is required. Ours is an acceptance of who they are as adults.
But with my oldest, this one who was instrumental in the adoption of her youngest brother, I doubt she would know him if he passed her on the street; with her I simply stand at the gate and wait. I guess I'm tired. So much life in this family has passed her by. So many joys. And we have missed so much of her. She's good at what she does -
Let me go back to the story of the prodigal. In some small way I know the father's heart. He loves his sons, both of them. But his heart is so broken over his loss of the one that he has an emptiness that can not be shared. Sometimes he cries in the night. And always he worries that his other son will mistake his love for the lost one as a lack of love for him. That could not be further from the truth. And so he waits.
And so I wait. One of my dearest friends has no hesitation in "setting her married children straight," I can't take that risk and so all of us are denied. Someitmes in my waiting I become angry, but when I share that with my other children I build a ravine between them and their sister. That's deep enough already; they don't me adding to it. And so I wait. My Alice and I seldom mention her anymore. When we do I get teary eyed and she gets strongly silent. And so I wait, mostly alone with my thoughts and heart.
Well the younger son came home, and there was a party and I guess they lived happily ever after. I wonder if my love is that strong? I guess I pray that I and the rest of the family will be ready to celebrate and give her freedom if she ever comes back. Until then I find myself in the role of the father. It's not comfortable, it affects almost everything I do. If possible, it makes me love my children even more.
And I do love them. I have been painfully taught the fragilenss of relationships. I have learned that family works by the grace of God; that divorce happens in the best of relationships. Most importantly, I have experienced love from the rest of my family that brings wholeness and health. My children are wonderful.
Still, I wait.
As you read the story, do you notice how passive in his relationship with his sons the father is? The younger son demands his inheritance, before the father dies, and receives it! The younger son takes his inheritance (acquiring that must have lowered the value of the olders son's future inheritance) and without so much as a by your leave goes to a far country. The father is a non issue. What we hear of the father is that he stands at the gate and watches, hoping for his sons return. No servants chasing after him, the son has complete freedom. Then the son comes to his senses and returns home. Apparently he doesn't ever ask if it is OK. Now the father is galvanized into action, he throws a party, risking losing his older son in the process. So I ask, who is the prodigal? And the answer is God.
So many times as I have read this story I have said, "well I would have," let me tell you that's dangerous.
Sometimes love has to be passive. Simetimes action simply makes a bad situation worse. I guess the key is to know "when to hold them and when to fold them." My oldest daughter left the family over 20 years ago. She got married and slowly, sometimes quickly, "divorced" the rest of the fmaily. Actions have simply made the situation worse. Birthday cards, or Christmas cards or Anniversary cards have been met with red letter postcards. Sometimes those cards come when we haaven't been active at all. Crys to the Bishop or attempts to visit have ended in angry accusations. And now visits are forbidden unless certain specifics have been met first. And, I am told, that it is my pride and hatred for her spouse that keeps us apart.
My sanity is kept because I have six other wonderful children and 5 other sons and daughters in law who treat us as inlaws should be treated, we are loved as the parents of their spouse. We try not to intervene in their lives, we try to love our grandchildren and we try to walk that line between parent and friend and whatever else is required. Ours is an acceptance of who they are as adults.
But with my oldest, this one who was instrumental in the adoption of her youngest brother, I doubt she would know him if he passed her on the street; with her I simply stand at the gate and wait. I guess I'm tired. So much life in this family has passed her by. So many joys. And we have missed so much of her. She's good at what she does -
Let me go back to the story of the prodigal. In some small way I know the father's heart. He loves his sons, both of them. But his heart is so broken over his loss of the one that he has an emptiness that can not be shared. Sometimes he cries in the night. And always he worries that his other son will mistake his love for the lost one as a lack of love for him. That could not be further from the truth. And so he waits.
And so I wait. One of my dearest friends has no hesitation in "setting her married children straight," I can't take that risk and so all of us are denied. Someitmes in my waiting I become angry, but when I share that with my other children I build a ravine between them and their sister. That's deep enough already; they don't me adding to it. And so I wait. My Alice and I seldom mention her anymore. When we do I get teary eyed and she gets strongly silent. And so I wait, mostly alone with my thoughts and heart.
Well the younger son came home, and there was a party and I guess they lived happily ever after. I wonder if my love is that strong? I guess I pray that I and the rest of the family will be ready to celebrate and give her freedom if she ever comes back. Until then I find myself in the role of the father. It's not comfortable, it affects almost everything I do. If possible, it makes me love my children even more.
And I do love them. I have been painfully taught the fragilenss of relationships. I have learned that family works by the grace of God; that divorce happens in the best of relationships. Most importantly, I have experienced love from the rest of my family that brings wholeness and health. My children are wonderful.
Still, I wait.
Health Care
It appears that Mr. Obama's push for health care is in a shambles, who knows now what will emerge. Let me say at the beginning that I agree with Jim Wallis, in the world's wealthiest nation; a land prodigal in expenditure and supportive of multi millionaire entertainemnt stars, it is immoral that there are people in this nation without adequate health care benefits. I suspect that is where our agreement ends.
Let me share what I think has brought us to this current impasse, one which may result in no bill passage at all.
1. One is the cost or perceived cost. The numbers being bandied about will make us a welfare nation among the nations. I have not been convinced that somehow this proposal will pay for itself.
2. There is a concept that some folks are completely without health care. And yet as I go into hospitals I constantly read that no one can be denied treatment. If there is abuse of that system by the hospitals or by potential patients, let's fix the abuse.
3. If a person is in this country "Illegally" neither they nor their children are entitled to health care beyond the mandated hospital care that is already available for everyone.
4. Finally, when it is "Washington as usual," and a president who was elected to bring change and openness falls back on political trickery and bribes; I become automatically opposed to what he or she is proposing. I affirm that we need to fix Washington before we try to fix health care or social security or even the banks.
Well those are my complaints. What about a solution? I don't pretend to be Solomon, but how about something like this? Tie universal or government funded health care to the salary of the person or family; much like food stamps. Determine an amount of income below which the person will be covered with health care and above which they will be increasingly responsible for picking up the cost themselves. For the rest of us, including medicare seniors, add a progressive value tax so that we begin to suport our brothers and sisters as well as add to our own coverage.
Secondly, lets have tort reform.
Third, while we don't need "czars" of any kind; let's develop an oversight committe, with authority, made up of Insurance providers, Congressional leaders; Doctors, Clergy and others who will keep the system lean and clean.
I'm sure much more is needed, and I laud our president for taking the lead; I regret the process has become so convoluted and frightening. If health care is to be an entitlement, let's do it the right way.
Let me share what I think has brought us to this current impasse, one which may result in no bill passage at all.
1. One is the cost or perceived cost. The numbers being bandied about will make us a welfare nation among the nations. I have not been convinced that somehow this proposal will pay for itself.
2. There is a concept that some folks are completely without health care. And yet as I go into hospitals I constantly read that no one can be denied treatment. If there is abuse of that system by the hospitals or by potential patients, let's fix the abuse.
3. If a person is in this country "Illegally" neither they nor their children are entitled to health care beyond the mandated hospital care that is already available for everyone.
4. Finally, when it is "Washington as usual," and a president who was elected to bring change and openness falls back on political trickery and bribes; I become automatically opposed to what he or she is proposing. I affirm that we need to fix Washington before we try to fix health care or social security or even the banks.
Well those are my complaints. What about a solution? I don't pretend to be Solomon, but how about something like this? Tie universal or government funded health care to the salary of the person or family; much like food stamps. Determine an amount of income below which the person will be covered with health care and above which they will be increasingly responsible for picking up the cost themselves. For the rest of us, including medicare seniors, add a progressive value tax so that we begin to suport our brothers and sisters as well as add to our own coverage.
Secondly, lets have tort reform.
Third, while we don't need "czars" of any kind; let's develop an oversight committe, with authority, made up of Insurance providers, Congressional leaders; Doctors, Clergy and others who will keep the system lean and clean.
I'm sure much more is needed, and I laud our president for taking the lead; I regret the process has become so convoluted and frightening. If health care is to be an entitlement, let's do it the right way.
Complete Again
About four weeks ago my mother in law, mom Horton, fell on some ice while attempting to go to church. There didn't seem to be anything broken, but she has been in constant pain ever since. X-Rays have been inconclusive, but the pain has continued to be severe. For awhile she was completely bedfast. At 93 years of age, this is not a good thing.
Finally my lady, her daughter, determined that she needed to be with her mom. And she did. For the past three weeks she has been nurse, caregiver and friend. During that time I have learned how to use the phone for long distance calls, been extremely lonely and gotten a lot of work done for the church. When people ask how I have managed "baching" it, I tell them the bed is awfully big.
The folks at the church have been great, Josh has been home and the other "kids" have called to check on how things were going. I have survived quite well.
But today, a few hours ago, my life became complete again. Alice came home and we did the little things that make marriage so special. We made the bed, paid bills, ate together and just held each other. I was complete again.
The Scripture says, "a man shall leave his father and his mother and shall cleave to his wife and the two shall become one flesh." Alice and I achieved that a long time ago and for over 50 years we have been perfecting the art of marriage; during mom Horton's hurt I have learned just how incomplete I am without my Alice.
When her mother needs Alice, I will gladly send her with my blessing - I love her enough to let her do what her heart tells her she needs to do. It is that love that I have for her and she for me that fills the void of emptiness when she is away.
I wonder if that might not be a little of how God feels when we go off to our distant countries.
Finally my lady, her daughter, determined that she needed to be with her mom. And she did. For the past three weeks she has been nurse, caregiver and friend. During that time I have learned how to use the phone for long distance calls, been extremely lonely and gotten a lot of work done for the church. When people ask how I have managed "baching" it, I tell them the bed is awfully big.
The folks at the church have been great, Josh has been home and the other "kids" have called to check on how things were going. I have survived quite well.
But today, a few hours ago, my life became complete again. Alice came home and we did the little things that make marriage so special. We made the bed, paid bills, ate together and just held each other. I was complete again.
The Scripture says, "a man shall leave his father and his mother and shall cleave to his wife and the two shall become one flesh." Alice and I achieved that a long time ago and for over 50 years we have been perfecting the art of marriage; during mom Horton's hurt I have learned just how incomplete I am without my Alice.
When her mother needs Alice, I will gladly send her with my blessing - I love her enough to let her do what her heart tells her she needs to do. It is that love that I have for her and she for me that fills the void of emptiness when she is away.
I wonder if that might not be a little of how God feels when we go off to our distant countries.
Life in the face of death
Somewhere it says in the Bible that if we seek the Lord with all our hearts we shall surely find him. The phrase "all our hearts" catches my attention. As I read or think of that passage, it sounds as though we need to make seeking God our priority. That is the number one thing we do. Everyting in our life is aimed to that priority. And for me that's true, at least it is now; it has taken me a long time to get to that point. There were a lot of other priorities to be tried first.
When I was young, my priority happened to be the girl I was courting at the time. She occupied my time, my thoughts and my money - she was my priority.
Then I met my life partner, Alice, and she has become my priority most of the time. I say most of the time because there have been other events that for a time consumed my thoughts, time and money. Finding my life vocation, preparing for retirement, educating my children, rejoicing in my grandchildren all and more have taken the top spot for a time in my life.
"Seek God with all your heart!" yes, that is my priority but God's graciousness permits me to have other priorities as well.
When my mother died, I was 14, and I heard my Dad crying inthe night; I was consumed by my loss, my lack of future and my anger at God.
Then when Dad was killed at work I began the process again - I could not make peace with myself or with my Dad (I was really angry at him - he shouldn't have been at work) but there was no peace until I made peace with God. That priority had to affect all my others.
I was forcibly reminded of that when at age 3 or 4 our youngest son, Josh, fell off a sliding board and suffered a concussion. Life and death hung in the balalnce. My cry was "No God, not him" and that night people from churches I have served came together and cried with me. God gave him back.
Now I watch in pain as my daughter in law struggles with her father's illness. Her faith seems so strong, but so did mine, and I want to reach out to her - yet I do not want to tread where I am not invited. Her Dad is her priority and I can only pray that in her seeking of God she will know that special peace God gives.
Then there is my mother in law, Mom Horton struggles. She fell on some ice and has been in pain and almost bedfast for three weeks. The family has rallied and again churches are praying. I am again reminded of my priority. I need to minister to my wife, she is my priority and somehow I need to affirm my love for Mom Horton, she too is my priority. I didn't get a chance to say those words to my mom and dad; it is a priority for me to say them to Mom Horton, "I love you." From the conversations we've had, I'm sure our Susan has told her mom and dad how special they are in her life; how much she loves them and that's good.
So I struggle with my priorities; I finally live comfortably with God as my number one priority; but given the circumstances of life there are other priorities that need to be cared for also. One of the great things about having God as my prority is that he carries the burdens of the others with me.
Jesus said "Seek first the Kingdom of God and all these shall be added as well."
Peace
When I was young, my priority happened to be the girl I was courting at the time. She occupied my time, my thoughts and my money - she was my priority.
Then I met my life partner, Alice, and she has become my priority most of the time. I say most of the time because there have been other events that for a time consumed my thoughts, time and money. Finding my life vocation, preparing for retirement, educating my children, rejoicing in my grandchildren all and more have taken the top spot for a time in my life.
"Seek God with all your heart!" yes, that is my priority but God's graciousness permits me to have other priorities as well.
When my mother died, I was 14, and I heard my Dad crying inthe night; I was consumed by my loss, my lack of future and my anger at God.
Then when Dad was killed at work I began the process again - I could not make peace with myself or with my Dad (I was really angry at him - he shouldn't have been at work) but there was no peace until I made peace with God. That priority had to affect all my others.
I was forcibly reminded of that when at age 3 or 4 our youngest son, Josh, fell off a sliding board and suffered a concussion. Life and death hung in the balalnce. My cry was "No God, not him" and that night people from churches I have served came together and cried with me. God gave him back.
Now I watch in pain as my daughter in law struggles with her father's illness. Her faith seems so strong, but so did mine, and I want to reach out to her - yet I do not want to tread where I am not invited. Her Dad is her priority and I can only pray that in her seeking of God she will know that special peace God gives.
Then there is my mother in law, Mom Horton struggles. She fell on some ice and has been in pain and almost bedfast for three weeks. The family has rallied and again churches are praying. I am again reminded of my priority. I need to minister to my wife, she is my priority and somehow I need to affirm my love for Mom Horton, she too is my priority. I didn't get a chance to say those words to my mom and dad; it is a priority for me to say them to Mom Horton, "I love you." From the conversations we've had, I'm sure our Susan has told her mom and dad how special they are in her life; how much she loves them and that's good.
So I struggle with my priorities; I finally live comfortably with God as my number one priority; but given the circumstances of life there are other priorities that need to be cared for also. One of the great things about having God as my prority is that he carries the burdens of the others with me.
Jesus said "Seek first the Kingdom of God and all these shall be added as well."
Peace
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