Last week, “the largest state-based conservation initiative in U.S. history” was passed by voters in Florida. Seventy-five percent of voters approved Amendment 1 to set aside $10 billion dollars (that’s $10,000,000,000) of tax money over the next ten years; it could be used to purchase “environmentally-sensitive land,” protect current conservation areas, as well as beef up restoration in areas like the Everglades National Park.
Some days, it just seems like the universe is out to get me, or is at the least against me. Often, these feelings of being personally slighted are from an environmental source, such as rain, wind, cold, heat, annoying bugs, annoying birds, et cetera. And nothing makes me more frustrated than situations or circumstances that I cannot control. So basically, I get ticked off at God’s creation pretty frequently.
(What a great start to a blog post from a Care of Creation staffer!)
It happened in a narrow opening of time, an eye of the storm between flying in to Reagan International Airport the day before and sitting down for the first Citizens’ Climate Lobby 2014 Conference session that Sunday, June 22 afternoon. I took a morning stroll to find some
spiritual grounding within the architectural and liturgical beauty of the renowned Washington National Cathedral. Strikingly, I found it most profoundly not in the 11 am worship service on the spacious main floor. I found it more in the 1 pm docent led tour discussing the stained glass “Space Window”.
The docent explained the Space Window had been dedicated in 1974 on the fifth anniversary of the Apollo 11 moon landing. In it was sealed a seven gram rock sample from the Sea of Tranquility presented by Neil Armstrong, the first man to set foot on the moon,
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Our environmental problems aren’t quite as new as we sometimes think they are. Here, some lessons from an old, old poem: (Originally published Jan 7, 2009)
A good friend, who doesn’t think himself an intellectual but who in fact is one of the best-read people in my life, sent me two different pieces over the last couple of months, both of which qualify as being old, if not ancient. But which both speak volumes to our present environmental predicament:
Today, a poem that is at least 150 years old:
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge |&| shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.