Lord of Earth Day

I’M NOT AGAINST PRESERVING THE EARTH. I’m against worshiping it.

When Pope Francis and other activists treat the world like a sentient being, then I have a problem. “We see these natural tragedies, which are the Earth’s response to our maltreatment,” said the pope. “We have sinned against the Earth, against our neighbor and, in the end, against the creator.”

Before he was President, Joe Biden, at a fundraiser, declared, “COVID…is a wake up call to action to climate change overall and to climate justice.”

No. The earth has no feelings, we cannot sin against it, it does not think about the things we do, doesn’t mete out retribution nor create wake-up calls.

It’s a planet.

Still, we all have a responsibility to be good stewards of what God has given us.

Worrying and Wildflowers

IT IS ILLEGAL TO PICK BLUEBONNETS IN TEXAS.

Or so I heard when I first moved to the Lone Star State. I looked over my shoulder every time I pulled up a few, wondering when I was gonna feel a shotgun blast to the back of my head. Was having a vase-full of little Lupinus’ making me out to be some type of fiendish flower-foraging felon?

I worried about this for no reason because it turned out to be a big ole myth. Think about how many other silly things Christians worry about that end up being nothing?

Former baseball player Mickey Rivers said this: “Ain’t no sense worryin’ about the things you got control over, ’cause if you got control over ’em, ain’t no sense worryin’. And ain’t no sense worryin’ about the things you don’t got control over, ’cause if you don’t got control over ’em, ain’t no sense worryin’.”

I Hate Working Out!

I started exercising again because I just turned 63 and want to make a difference for Jesus for many more years. Also, I want to live long enough to see both my daughters get married, expiring only when I’m holding my grandchild and, after looking lovingly at her/him, I whisper, “I love you, little Stevie….” then, suddenly, I’ll keel over.

Comedian/commentator Bill Maher asked, “Have you ever seen a fat 90-year-old?”

Elder Abuse, My Mom, and the Sovereignty of God

“The nursing home killed Mom,” my sister told me.

It was an “untimely death,” but not really.

Due to California’s stupid Covid policies, my sister couldn’t get into the convalescent home for three weeks to check on her though she had been going every day. When she was finally able to see her, she saw evidence of extreme abuse and neglect:

  • Five bedsores the size of plates that went down to the bone
  • Bruises on her body
  • Failure to check her urinary tract infection after she was “supposedly” healed

We were angry to say the least.

The last time Cindy saw her she was eating a Subway sandwich and talking about her life. Now she was dead.

We had a small memorial for her. Just me, my sis, her husband and their son.

Where was God? Why didn’t he do something? Didn’t he care about our mom’s suffering?