God made up the word ~
God made up the word ~
I was only 10 years old when my big brother enlisted in the Marines. My memories from back then are not about him being placed in harm’s reach to fight a war in Viet Nam. I was excited that he trusted me to take care of his prized possession while he was gone. Always in the past his stuffed animal had been a keep-your-hands-off gift from an old girlfriend. His adorable yellow dog was big enough for me to sit on. Now, I understand better why his feelings were hurt when I could hardly wait for him to leave. Perhaps I had been sheltered from reality, but I never watched the news. I didn’t see news clips of bombs exploding and soldiers being shot at and innocent people dying. Through a child’s eyes, “Can they fully grasp what it means to fight for peace in a foreign country?” I didn’t know at the time that my brother might not ever come back.
A number of years ago, I asked my brother, “How come we didn’t talk about Martin Luther King’s impressive achievements in our home?” I would have been in the 7th grade when he was assassinated.
His disturbing answer left me speechless. The gist was that my parents had made allegations in the past about his moral character and they were not color-blind. At that moment, I felt ignorant and ashamed that African American history had little significance in my life. It was as if I had been kept from any information or experience that might contradict my parents’ view of the world. How could I have learned love and respect for all individuals without knowledge of racial segregation, bussing, and Martin Luther King’s dream for peace?
From my limited experiences as a young person, I’ve learned how important it is to have open discussions in our families about what is going on in the world around us. I thought it would be interesting to see how kids today would define the word “peace.” With the technology advancements, let’s face it; they are saturated with vivid images of tragic news stories that just won’t go away.
One of my passions is helping children see they have voices that truly matter. My good friend asked his second grade class to write down, “What peace means to me…?” Their answers were fun and very enlightening. Here are some of them to ponder:
1. Peace means like Peace on Earth. Respectful people.
2. Peace is another way to say Hi.
3. Peace means love, like, and other nice things. LOVE!
4. Peace means like peace and quiet.
5. I want some peace nobody bother me. Peace means I want peace. Martin Luther King Jr. wants some peace.
6. It means peace you sign with your hands. It means peace out and Martin Luther King Jr. made that word and God made that word up to and his mom made up the word to.
7. Martin Luther King Jr. wanted peace not violence. He also wanted love and for everyone to be equal.
8. Peace means being calm and having freedom.
9. Peace out Dude.
I am positive-children can help make a difference in finding peace in this world as I am reminded in the verses from the popular Whitney’s Houston’s Song, “Greatest Love of All.”
I believe the children are our future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense of pride to make it easier
Let the children’s laughter remind us how we used to be.
I am excited to be a part of the Blog Carnival “Haiti” Challenge this week. I will donate $1.00 for every comment left for my “Peace” article to go towards Samaritan’s Purse. http://www.samaritanspurse.org/. Please go to Bridget Chumbley’s site to read other blog entries and/or to join http://www.bridgetchumbley.com/2010/01/peace-blog-carnival/. Thanks for stopping by!