O divine spirit of creation and re-creation, I am grateful that here in my little spot of your creation we got a beautiful blanket of white fluffy snow covering the naked brownness of winter. Thank you for the birds that flutter about the feeders because they cannot find food under the snow. But not far from this peaceful place others are shivering in the cold without electricity because of the same weather system. My sisters and brothers in Tonga are living with entire villages buried in ash and the threat of another eruption from the underwater volcano that shot ash 63000 feet into the air last week. I’ve flown 30000 feet above Mother Earth, but can’t imagine the power to send debris twice that high.
We are reaping the whirlwind of what we have sown pillaging the earth you have given us. That makes me sad and angry. I need and want a way to channel that energy into something that will help save this tiny little planet from extinction. I want a way to jar the fools in Congress who are slaves to party loyalty above all things. I want to put earthly mud in their eyes like Jesus did for the blind man so they will be able to see the evidence all around us that is a cry for help from the earth.
We have seen deadly tornados in December, tsunamis in January, extreme winter storms over half of country, and ghastly wild fires springing from nowhere to destroy homes in Colorado. But still our elected officials fiddle while our earthly home burns. We are slaves to capitalism. We are addicted to fossil fuel and individualism. We want the immediate gratification of having our own vehicles so we can go where we want when we want. We refuse to pay for adequate public transportation so we can sit in traffic jams spewing poison into the air we breathe. We keep to regimented work schedules that create “rush” hour frustration. We fail to replace lead pipes for others because it’s not our problem. Are we our sisters’ and brothers’ keepers?
Dear creator, you know all of this already, and my prayer is not to surrender our problems for you to solve. I pray because you are always more ready to listen than I am to share the concerns of my heart. Help me, please, to see how I am part of the problem. Take the log from eye so I can better see the beauty of your creation and accept anew my role as steward and caretaker of it all. Amen
Peacefully Harsh 