I’m not talking about those that can be placed in a box, wrapped and tied with a bow. These are the gifts children are given or develop over a lifetime. Gifts that can save a child’s life or write a symphony. Gifts that one can nurture or ignore, keep to oneself or share with the world.
All the people of the world, no matter what nation or religion, have a gift to share. Our problem is that we don’t see it. Or that we see it along borders or across some line in the sand. We see it between races and genders and nothing changes.
My youngest sister sent me a card that urged peace, and for me to pass it on. I’m doing her bidding. “Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me….” I do remember my counter-culture catechism from the sixties! Thank you, priests from two colleges. Peace on earth, Dee
