And Earth said, “I’m so tired. I’m tired of each of you thinking you’re more important than any of you. I can’t listen to your bickering a moment longer. Don’t you see how you all need each other?
The sky empties itself of color from gray to gray inviting neither joy nor gloom.
Excerpt from An Ecological Eschatology
What if our mandate for creation care is more than simple stewardship?
Sometimes the bar, why, he eats you…
Our power to rationalize is indeed formidable. But mostly, it’s bull...
Here is the church, here is the steeple…
Instead of a church that’s more like us, maybe we should be seeking a church that looks more like Jesus.