Reflections on the beauty and complexity of the natural world.
I’ve been silenced. My vocal chords have left home with no forwarding address. I just hope they’re having a great time. And that if they find my memory, they’ll all come home together. We can have a reunion, guys! I’ll bake a chocolate cake. The sinful one, with a pound of butter and a pound and a half of chocolate!
“This is trouble.” The emergency room doctor shook his head, pointing at the x-ray displaying the shattered bones of my left foot. “I don’t think she will ever walk again.” My Mom, Dad, and I stared at the x-ray, speechless. The doctor looked at us with pity and concern. He offered the option of having my foot fused but warned that I would have a strong limp for the rest of my life. I was fifteen years old, a competitive swimmer, active in the Greek folk dance group in my church, and a very active teenager. These were not the words I wanted to hear at this time in my life.
If we look carefully enough, we can see God all around us. Of course, it's easy to see God in the beautiful: in flowers, in the ocean, in the eyes of a newborn child. It can be harder to see God in a heaping pile of compost. And yet, there He is, demonstrating His Paschal gift to us in the most beautiful way.
Does global warming matter? On one level, I believe the answer is yes, it does matter. It matters a lot. It matters so much our lives depend on it. But I'm not here today to make the case that global warming matters. Instead, I'm going to make the case that it does NOT matter.