Dona Nobis Pacem 2023 ~ Change the Room

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Our 2023 theme is Change The Room ~ The Transforming Power of Walking in Peace

Dona Nobis Pacem 2023The Room
A conversation with Spirit 
"Fill them up," He said.With what? asked the tired peace blogger on the eve of Dona Nobis Pacem. 

My peace boxes

For weeks I've known that the box marked "Early Writings" in the back of the closet would provide the backbone of my peace post. And is my usual custom, I waited until nigh the hour to investigate.
"Fill up the peace angel boxes with words you will choose from your fairly ancient writings. I will show you the pattern..."Ha Ha, Lord. That's a funny comment you made. Ancient, eh? But You know best. Let's begin.

And just like I've picked up Papa's hammer or his earth marble in years past, I listened. 

I am nothing if not obedient. Inside the closet box I found love poems....lots of silly love poems. Anguished teenage diaries, college essays, journals, quotes, love letters written and received, peace signs and flower power patches, concert tickets....all in the box. It was the seventies and I was young and overly sensitive about most things; and yet...when I read my teenage epiphanies today, I realize not much in the way of what I really care about has changed. Peace. Relationships. Music. God. Rinse Repeat. 
Life happened. I became a very young bride back in the days before electricity (ahem). We made our first home in a little mobile house in the middle of the woods.

It was clean and efficient, secluded and perfect for two.  And because I grew up with a grandfather whose favorite pastime was folding his hands in prayer, the first thing I did was make a prayer and meditation room. A floor cushion, a cross, a Bible, a picture of Jesus, and a candle traveled with me to our first real house in the suburbs. That was denominational "meditation" back in the day. I've learned and adjusted much since, adding A Course in Miracles later; nonetheless, it was a fine foundation when I didn't even realize I was building a spiritual practice.
 Wherever we lived, I needed a room. A place to be quiet. A place to pray. A sanctuary of my own away from noise and life's chaos. That has not changed in my ancient times (thanks Lord) though sometimes the "room" is under the wide canopy of an oak tree in the stillness of woods and rocks on my little mountain.
And that's what I did in that little flat-roof suburban house while I waited for our baby to arrive. 
Every day. Every day. Every day. at precisely 4:10 pmIt was my favorite part of the day. I couldn't wait to shut the door, kneel on the floor and spend some time alone with God and my writing journal. Going IN the room was like being siphoned into a vortex.I was drawn into it.

 I knew the "meeting" had been called to order as soon as I shut the door behind me. Palpable presence and peace. The atmosphere was climate controlled by a Presence I can only describe as perfect peace and joy. He never failed to meet me there. When I gave Him my time and attention, He gave me strong weapons: patience, love, clarity, compassion, a softer heart, inspiration, mindfulness, solace peace


When I was a little girl, I watched my Papa change atmospheres all the time. It was as effortless as changing his hat. People acted differently when he was around. What he carried was palpable.But the question is...where did he get it? 

Papa's marbles

That's easy. Listen carefully. I'll tell you a secret.He' s the one who taught me about the room.
His "room" is scorched in my mind.His room was the Bible on the nightstand in a cold back bedroom, the first thing he touched in the morning.
  His room meant devotions at dawn and scribbled scripture notes in the margins of books you weren't supposed to write inHis room gave thanks at mealtime. 
His room was a recliner that welcomed silent sunrise prayers..a place none of us disturbed (except the occasional kiss I planted on his forehead as I passed by on the way to breakfast, quietly, quietly you see....) 

 His room meant gentle hands on my shoulder and a tug on my sleeve



There was a Lamp in his roomIt showed us who he was, no need for preachy words.It was fueled by The Book sprawled open on his lap - The Book from which he gathered his strength.  

Copyright 1941 The Upper Room

His room was a well-worn pocket prayer book that he carried with him. Buried under a lifetime of rhymes in the box of many ancient words, I unearthed the small stained power book and its leaves of gold.
 Tonight when I opened the tiny pages, it fell open, right on cue, as if it were still open on his lap as I walked past him to the kitchen 
Tears fell on page 40 as I read "In Time of War" and "Prayer ForPeace"
Can you imagine anything more timely in this hour? 

He has shown me the pattern. I will place the prayer book in the peace boxwhere it surely belongs

Marrying prayer and peace sounds like a mighty fine idea.It was Papa's way. I aspire to his way. He didn't make peace, find peace, or go looking for peace -
He carried it.
In his pocket, in his coat, in his mind, in his heart, in his actions, in his demeanor, in his attitude, in his love walkGoing into the room was easy for him. He simply yielded.I watched. 
No matter what beliefs you hold or where you find your rooms of solace, know that it matters greatly how much of it you carry out into the world with you. 

In this dark and trying time in the world, I'd like to offer Papa's Prayer For PeaceHe passed it to me. I pass it to you.
"O God, who hast made of one blood all nations of men, mercifully receive the prayer that we offer for our anxious and troubled world. Send Thy Light into our darkness and guide the nations as one family into the ways of peace. Take away all prejudice and hatred and fear. Strengthen in us day by day the will to understand.And to those who by their counsels lead the people of the earth, grant at right judgment, that so, through them and us Thy will be done through Jesus Christ our Lord, Amen." 
Shalom




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Announcing Blog4Peace ~ Post4Peace ~ November 4 - 5, 2023

Welcome Peace Bloggers who Blog4Peace! Welcome social media posters who Post4Peaceon a myriad of social media platforms including Facebook, X (Twitter), Instagram and beyond! Wherever you are online, you can join our talented community for this annual worldwide event. We are represented on every continent and country in the world. This is our 18th year of peace blogging.
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NOV 4-5, 2023
Our 2023 Theme is
"Change the Room"The transforming power of walking in peace

Created by Ann Adamus @ Zoolatry ~ We thank her!

Last year we wrote about FREEDOM and how that privilege is entwined with PEACE. We said No Freedom No Peace. You were amazingly insightful and bold from all corners of the Earth. We talked about how to GET FREE in the midst of unwanted invasion (personal or global). This year we're turning inward and moving outward. Let me explain.This is my challenge to you 

Imagine what would happen if instead of trying to find peace, we walked in with it?What if we simply carried it in?
What if we were the peace everyone else was searching for? What if we expected the room to change when we entered? Don't you think it would?Why can't we be the water and the well?

When I was a little girl I watched my Papa change atmospheres all the time.It was as effortless as changing his hat.People acted differently when he was around. You never heard loud voices or cursing or strife when he was in the room; they respected him too much. What he carried was palpable. 
I've spent a lifetime trying to follow his example, trying to understand where that power came from, then founded an accidental peace movement from a ragged bag of his dusty marbles.  Decades later they came to life in the story that became Dona Nobis Pacem for all of us in 2006. It was only then that I knew his uncanny penchant for atmosphere shifts was no accident at all. 
Years later he is STILL transforming that wide-eyed little girl STILL transforming all of us.A bowl of marbles and one personHis quiet unconditional lovechanged rooms, changed atmospheres, changed me, changes youStill.
What you carry is palpable.HOW you carry it alters the atmosphere you're in

You either change the atmosphere 

or the atmosphere changes you

Maybe if we all learn how to change the room we could collectively change the world.

We have called attention to the absence of what we want. Instead of focusing on the absence of peace, why don't we just walk in with it like we own the planet?

Because. we. do. 

Maybe I was a bit naively ambitious in 2006 when I asked you to change the world and expected a peace globe to magically appear on 70 million blogs. Today there are 1.9 BILLION websites worldwide; of those, 600 MILLION blogs. Apparently, we're still expecting to make a dent in the atmosphere because, after all, we're still here. 

So walk in like you own it.

Because. you. do. 

The planet is groaning for peace and stability and the world is watching how you carry yourself. 

We are not the ones to fall down or offer tired platitudes. We are not the ones!!

If that's who we are, if that's ALL we are, then I'm out right now.

I'm about to make a bold statement! 

THIS YEAR you will write words that transform. And nothing less.

 You will draw and paint and sing and created from a place of clear knowing! This will be the most powerful year of peace posts we've ever seen.  

From the moment you set your pen to paper, you will feel it. It will happen in you. How do I know?  

Because you've been peace blogging for many many blog years and you just happened to walk right past me a time or two.

 I caught it then and I sense it now. 

So tell us. Tell us how you do it.

You will write stories of how you walked on seeming hot coals unscathed in the past year.

. When all seemed lost and you wanted to give up, you prevailed. When your body and spirit grew weary and the challenges seemed more than you could bear, you prevailed. . 

Someone out there needs to hear that story. 

We don't change the world or the room by ourselves. 

We pass what we carry to each other.

Peace expands.

We transform. 

People will behave differently around you. 

I promise. 

Let's go! It's a launch.
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 Dona Nobis Pacem in the Blogosphere began in 2006 and is held annually on November 4th. Our theme for 2022 is "No Freedom. No Peace" and my peace post is called.... 

UNBOUNDED

I woke up smelling rain....and thinking of dahlias.Seeing a girl so newly married and in love that if you told her the sky was purple she would have believed it if it came from his eyes. I was that girl.
Standing beside the carport of our first modest house, I was planting petunias and dahlias, covered in straw mulch, stardust and dreams. Perched beneath the eave of a green house under a peculiar blue sky, I remember the smell of that rain. Wondering if I'd get my flowers in the ground before the clouds broke free.
 Soon the house would have new siding, brick window casings and a new front porch. And because the roof was flat and tarred, men from our church descended upon us early one Saturday morning, raising pitched rafters and putting on a new roof. It was like an old-fashioned barn raising in the suburbs! They wore blue overalls with pockets of tools and handkerchiefs. One carried Bible tracts in his back pocket and just before the work began, I heard a whole bunch of deacons high on my little green house say a hearty prayer and a big hallelujah amen (kind of like a Baptist football huddle but not...)

We suddenly had an attic and beautiful wood stained siding in the course of one day. I can still see my Dad up on the ladder, hammering and laughing with the motley crew, along with my father-in-law who covered his balding un-churched truck-driving head with a neck gator so that he could dodge impromptu Scripture-throwing and splinters at the same time.  I needed to spruce up the outside with bulbs and patches of prayed-in dirt. 
The year was 1979. I was expecting a baby and the move had been difficult. My mother-in-law moved boxes for me and put my house together. I just wanted to plant things in the ground.
The chorus in the shingled sky continued. They hammered. And sang. And prayed. I ran as fast as I could from flying nails - as fast as a pregnant woman could run - and served iced tea, carefully and slowly walking barefoot through the grass filled with tape measures and lumber, wondering how we would ever repay them for such kindness 
And then it started to rain

They kept hammering. But faster.

Everything in the universe is composed of five elements: wood, fire, earth, water and metal. I had all five elements on top of my house at the same time. It was like watching spiritual improv on my own personal green Mount of Transfiguration! Jesus told a crowd of people that His Father sends rain to the just and the unjust. During my green house days, I saw Him send rain on the churched and the un-churched. My neighborhood had never heard such.My house was transfigured in a day.My heart was changed forever.

My African water jug

Which brings me to why I think I know what my heart was trying to tell me this morning some forty-three years later when God as my Witness, I sat straight up in bed and smelled earthy rain clear as day. Not a cloud in the sky outside. But I'm sure I heard a thunderclap in my bedroom. It came from way back in the suburban days of newborns and baptisms, deacons and dahlias...
Two simple words have been floating around in my consciousness for about three years now and they won't let me go. 
Remove judgment.
The year of 2019 was a banner year of bodacious struggle, you see...literally raining down on my pencil head with a force so ungodly I didn't think I'd survive it  and that was before the pandemic began. I had a right to hate. I had a right to seek revenge. I had a right to....to.....undo myself.
Remove judgment.That's what Spirit said.
 I've been trying for three years to fine-tune that command. "But they did this..." Remove judgment. "And then they did that!!..." Remove judgment. "But they deserve to pay for what they did. They are the unjust. Right?"Remove judgment. 

Finally one day I asked why. And the answer I got was like unbounded water falling off a roof.

Because your freedom is at stake. 

The cloud that filled my room this morning

was the same cloud that kept those heavenly roofers hammering in the pouring rain

and is the same cloud that continues to transform me when life sends thunder and lightning.

Whenever I feel justified in judging no matter how justified it is

I hear those two words and stop myself lest it be my undoing

This morning my own sweet grandson gathered a pile of rocks, sticks and leaves (those elements...) and took them to the cemetery. He made an arrangement on top of Papa's marble headstone with great care and deliberation and I felt

the power of marble on marble, peace on peace, granite and wood and fire and earth

and water

and maybe the sound of hammers

My flower garden 1979

Watered with sawdust

no judgment

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