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a celebration of peacemaking over keeping, responding over reacting, and savoring the good stuff over swigging the cheap stuff

1. Amidst another week of unbearably mundane grief—Tyre Nichols, Monterey Park, death counts from war in Ukraine and covid in China—I went to church. A sermon on the Beatitudes, from my beloved Pastor Lisa, spoke some sense. Things are not as they should be. Blessed then are the peacemakers, not peacekeepers. God, make us so. 

2. I learned a new acronym from m…