Whirled Peas

A friend had some bumper stickers printed up: “Peace on Earth: It’s not just for Christmas anymore.” If I tell you I want one for my bumper, will you assume I don’t care about our troops? I tell you now, I want peace precisely because I do care about them! I want it for them, for their families, for my 18-year-old and my 14-year-old and my 9-year-old. I want to wake up some morning and not have the first thing I hear on NPR be today’s death toll from Iraq, or Jerusalem, or anywhere else. I’m tired of being told there are only two sides to every argument and that my answer to one question necessarily dictates the way I will answer another.