This morning I read this article. This kid whow was barely yet a teenager had published five books of poetry before his death. He was friends with Jimmy Carter, who gave the eulogy at the funeral. His poetry and his life were committed to peacemaking. But young Mattie had a very rare form of muscular dystrophy, for which he was also an advocate. It took not only the lives of his older siblings before him, now it has taken his. His funeral was well-attended--even Oprah came, not to mention firefighters, and Harley Davidson afficionados who support the Muscular Dystrophy Association. People who never knew this boy came to meet him and to celebrate a life dedicated to making peace. As he goes on to await the resurrection from the dead, his spirit lives on through his poetry. Surely, blessed are the peacemakers.