A room. One by one, fellows trickle in, until a crowd murmurs together.
We hide here, from the forces that rage through the countryside. Was this what you called us to do, when you set in motion these events? Are we not warriors, why then do we lock ourselves away?
What if we walked the streets, and the hills, and the meadows, carrying nothing, but greeting all with love? Would our words and open hands turn hearts? How could they not?
Teach me, Lord, what it means to enter into battle for peace.
(Letter #2,792)
Daily Letters to God 
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