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🌍TruthPulse: Becoming Instruments of Peace

How We Respond When the World Breaks — JUNE 22, 2025 🕊️ MESSAGE The world feels heavy again. And I can’t pretend I’m not a little scared. A few months ago, I composed a violin melody as a gift for a friend. At the time, I didn’t fully understand why that melody came. That melody,…

How We Respond When the World Breaks

— JUNE 22, 2025

🕊️ MESSAGE

Listen while you read.

The world feels heavy again. And I can’t pretend I’m not a little scared.

A few months ago, I composed a violin melody as a gift for a friend.

At the time, I didn’t fully understand why that melody came.

That melody, unknowingly, became a sound of grief… and return.

And now I feel it needs to be shared again—not for attention, but for acknowledgement of grief.

And then, a humble prayer for peace.

Below is the Prayer of St. Francis (“Eternal Life”), the hymn my mom and I recorded, which pulls at my heart right now.

There’s not much I can do to change world events.

But I can choose to be an instrument of peace.

And that is my offering.

📖 SCRIPTURE

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.”

— Matthew 5:9

“Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.”

— Romans 12:21

“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”

— Psalm 34:18

🎻 OFFERING

These two pieces of music, seeming so far apart, but really they go together:

A Melody of Grief and Return (above)— the piece I composed for my friend

and “Eternal Life” (Prayer of St. Francis) — Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace… A hymn that has always carried hope and surrender into chaos.

You may not have power over the pain unfolding across the world.

But you have power over your response. Both are true. The pain and our prayer for peace and to be at peace.

Sometimes, at least for me, my music, my prayer, my posture, my truth—that is the healing, and really the only thing that can make any sense in times like this.

🛠️ WALK IT OUT

Light a candle. Listen to the melody in silence. Let it say what words cannot. Pray the prayer of St. Francis slowly: Where there is hatred, let me sow love… Ask yourself: Where can I be an instrument of peace today—in word, in reaction, in posture, in thought? Choose that posture. Even just for the next hour.

💬 AFFIRMATION

“I cannot silence every war, but I can still carry peace. I will not be led by fear. I choose to be an instrument of healing.”

🎧 Full versions of the SONGS above

“Eternal Life” – Prayer of St Francis

🕊 The Words:

“Prayer of St. Francis (Eternal Life)”

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace:

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

Where there is injury, pardon;

Where there is doubt, faith;

Where there is despair, hope;

Where there is darkness, light;

And where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,

grant that I may not so much seek

to be consoled as to console;

to be understood as to understand;

to be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;

it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;

and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Amen.

These lines reflect something we rarely see anymore but do desperately need more of right now, the deep Christian paradox of selfless love: that by surrendering, forgiving, and letting go—even to the point of death—we step into the fullness of life.

🎼My composed melody for my friend

I’ve been pouring my heart and soul into these TruthPulses these past few weeks—showing up daily, listening deeply, sharing what feels Spirit-led. I’ve felt a clear pull to keep doing them, though I don’t fully know the ‘why’ yet. If these are speaking to you… would you let me know? It would mean more than you realize.

I’m grateful you’re here. Let’s keep walking together.