My mom read an article in a magazine today that asked the question if peace can come from cookies. The response was, might as well try. My mom suggested that the next time there is a protest, we should bake tons of cookies. Then we can bring them to the protest and just start handing them out to whoever is there and whatever “side” they happen to be on. She figured everyone loves cookies and it would make them happy. I thought it was a great idea and got a visual of my mom shuffling along with a big basket on her walker passing out cookies. Sometimes she comes up with the best ideas.
I Found God today in my mom’s great idea for spreading peace.