Thou Shalt Recycle
I had originally planned to write this entry at Christmas time, but time, as it tends to do during that time of year, got away from me.
But as I watched a group of pastors from different denominations gather at the green between Emmanuel Lutheran Church and Zions United Church of Christ Friday, it occurred to me that the prayer processional through Pottstown is, among other things, a rite of spring.
It is a rite that brings people of all different beliefs, however slight, together in the common cause of helping their community. Then I started thinking about how that common cause might be enlarged to include the planet we all share.
And suddenly it seemed that Easter, what is arguably a more significant holiday on the Christian calendar than Christmas, and which coincides so directly with the idea of new life that spring epitomizes, is an even better time to ask the question.
The question, as it was so succinctly put by this Chicago Tribune headline, is this: "Is God a Tree-Hugger?"
First, let's get some confessions out of the way. I don't go to church and I've never read The Bible.
Many of you might argue this makes me a poor choice, or even ineligible, to address this question. You might be right. Feel free to say so on your blog.
I have often been puzzled by the resistance some more fundamental Christians have toward environmental issues. To me, it seems counter-intuitive. After all, according to their beliefs, and those who advocate the unprovable theory of "Intelligent Design," God created the Earth.
As a full-blown supporter of scientific inquiry, you might be surprised to know that I am willing to concede this point, although not the way it is portrayed in the Bible, which again, I have never read. Literal interpretation of the Good Book suggests the planet is a few thousand years old, a stubborn insistence that flies in the face of incontrovertible physical evidence.
(God gave us brains too folks. Come on.)
But that same scientific evidence also suggests the universe was created by the Big Bang. Given that no scientist can offer a provable explanation for that event, it seems to me that the hand of the Big Guy is as good an explanation as any for the thing that started it all, and so I say thanks for life and all that.
But back to what puzzles me. If God created the Earth, the animals, the ecosystems, the perfectly coordinated interaction that makes life work here in any number of forms, would he really want us to be trashing it?
There is an argument that because God intends to destroy the Earth any day now, it doesn't matter what we do to it, but that seems more like a rationalization that a belief to me. What if the Rapture doesn't come for 50 or 100 years, what does that say about our love for our children or our grandchildren? Do we want to take the chance on leaving them a ravaged planet, barren of the resources needed to sustain life, a ruined paradise, just because we mis-read the schedule for Armageddon's arrival? Are we really that selfish? Is that terribly Christian of us?
Anyway, who is going to argue with a straight face that God is pro-pollution? Does God want us to fish and pollute the seas into dead zones? Does God want majestic old growth forests cut down so we can have softer toilet paper?
I may not have read the Bible folks, but I feel pretty secure in saying it doesn't tell us to "go forth and trash the place."
If indeed this planet is the product of "Intelligent Design," is it a good thing to be messing with the design by introducing a whole host of chemicals to the environment that were never part of the original model? Chemicals which are now found in our bodies during routine blood samples?
My favorite comment on this subject comes from a fellow named. J. Matthew Sleeth. Once an affluent doctor, he became "haunted" by the deaths of children; deaths he saw being caused by environmental factors. He gave up his practice, moved to Kentucky and became a Christian lecturer on being kinder to the Earth.
If you wonder what kind of things Sleeth talks about, consider this quote: "In the Bible, the first page has a tree -- the tree of life," he said. "The last page has a tree on it -- the tree of life. … The Earth is the Lord's. That's what the 24th Psalm says. And we've treated it like it's ours."
"Sleeth notes that when he speaks at churches, some ask, 'Won't people start worshipping trees?'"
He said he finds it ironic that the question is asked by those "who belong to the only religion on the planet that brings a tree into their house once a year, sings songs to it, decorates it, and puts little statues of their God underneath it."
I know all this as a result of this article in the Louisville Courier-Sentinel which featured Sleeth because he wrote the introduction to the Green Bible, a new version of an old book that is printed on recycled paper, using soy-based inks and which highlights passages having to do with the Earth in green.
(For those who live and die by spreadsheets, the Tribune has calculated that the Bible -- have I mentioned that I've never read it? -- "contains 1,000 references to the planet but only 490 references to heaven and 530 references to love.")
Called "Creation Care," the melding of Christianity and environmentalism is a growing movement. Last October, the student-initiated Renewal network gathered at Eastern University in Pennsylvania to plan their activities.
As reported by this article in the Christian Science Monitor, they had a new tool to work with. The "Green" Bible mentioned above.
"Along with the biblical text, the book includes a set of essays by theologians and conservationists (including Archbishop Desmond Tutu, Brian McLaren, and Pope John Paul II). There’s a concordance on environmental subjects and a study guide on “green” biblical themes for use by individuals and church or campus groups," The Monitor reports.
"'Many younger people very much feel it is part of the Christian message to take care of the world,' says Michael Maudlin, coproject editor for HarperOne. 'So we wanted to give them a primer to help people understand that Earth care is part of the mandate God gives us.'"
"'It helps rectify a misperception that this is not a biblical issue,' says Peter Illyn, an evangelical pastor who founded an environmental stewardship group called Restoring Eden to foster awareness across the denominational spectrum. (The Green Bible comes in the New Revised Standard Version, which is accepted by Protestants, Roman Catholics, and the Orthodox.)"
All of which sounds to me like the kind of spring/Easter renewal Christians and environmentalists alike can get behind; maybe enough of one that I will finally get around to reading that book. I understand it has quite a following.
Labels: Green Bible, Intelligent Design, J. Matthew Sleeth
2 Comments:
A link to re-cycling?
Ya think?
Eostre, Astarte, Ishtar, call it what you will but the holy-day is NOTHING if not all about cycles, revolving, cycling, re-cycling…until death do us part.
Of course it’s obvious to the most casual observer that the drama of birth/death is a central theme here at Eastern time. I am as religious as the next guy and have read the story of this holi-day.
You know, the death of Osiris, his entombment in a cave for three days and resurection on the third day to be met by Isis (the virgin) and Nephthys and triumph of the forces of evil.
I don’t doubt this ancient story that I read in a religious text, and to be sure millions of past worshipers believed it to be true…but plausible as it may be, I suspect there is some older pagan origin to this re-counting of the death and re-birth of the sun of Ra.
Certainly it’s notable that the holideus arrives on the first SUNday, after the first full Moon, after the Vernal Equinox. Vernal Equinox, vernal as in verdent, green and growing. The Vernal Equinox is the first day of spring and the day when the length of day and night are equal. Not a big deal to our highly advanced and knowledgable culture…but to our "ignorant" ancestors (who grew what they ate)…the return of the sun, and the growing season was a matter of life and death. A recurring cycle, or a re-cycle.
Our ignorant ancestors observed that each day the sun rose in one direction, lets call it EAST, then the sun went across the sky, and set in a completely different direciton. The ancients surmised that during the night the sun traveled through an underground cave to return back to the EAST to rise again in the morning.
But gasp…the days got shorter through out the year. The dark portion of the day was getting longer and longer. The "sun" was weakening and seemed a celestial struggle was happening and night was winning the struggle.
Finally the length of son-light horus got shorter and shorter until the Winter Solstice (very near a hollyday we call Christmas). At this time of the year, just when it looked like the son was going to go away forever, the days suddenly stopped getting shorter. The sun literally stopped, which is what Solstice means, sun stop. Then the day-light hours started getting longer…Hurray! Lets have a pagan holiday that celebrates the return (or birth) of the Son.
But the sun was still young and weak and could not defeat night. Our predecessors watched the rising and setting sun carefully and noted that the new sun was getting stronger but darkness was still king…until the Vernal Equinox when the struggle between light and darkness was an even match. Day and night were equal.
The fight is not done…the sun hangs on a celestial cross between length of day, and the height it reaches in the sky. Though these pre-historic savages were good at watching the son it still took them about three days to confirm that the length of daylight was indeed getting longer and that the fight was over…the son emerged from the underworld (literally) and defeated darkness. Whoohoo, lets celebrate…we can plant our crops, and grow food to eat to live another year. We ancient pagans are so happy maybe we’ll kill an animal or person to fertilize our fields with blood…and two thousand years from now people will clebrate the coming of the sun with eggs, chocolate and plastic grass.
There you have it, I suspect the story of the death and resurection of Osiris is a metaphor for the yearly celestial drama of the sun and seasons RECYCLE.
Boy weren't those ancients ignorant and not nearly as smart as us?
H
(re-post due to un-intential typos)
A link to re-cycling?
Ya think?
Call it Eostre, Astarte, Ishtar, call it what you will but the holy-day is NOTHING if not all about cycles, revolving, recurring, re-cycling…until death do us part.
Of course it’s obvious to the most casual observer that the drama of birth/death is a central theme here at Eastern time. I am as religious as the next guy and have read a story of this holi-day.
You know the old story about the death of Osiris, his entombment in a cave for three days and resurection on the third day to be met by Isis (the virgin) and Nephthys and triumph over the forces over evil.
I don’t doubt this ancient story that I read in a religious text, and to be sure millions of past worshipers believed it to be true…but plausible as it may be, I suspect there is some older pagan origin to this re-counting of the death and re-birth of the sun of Ra.
Certainly it’s notable that the holideus arrives on the first SUNday, after the first full Moon, after the Vernal Equinox. Vernal Equinox, vernal as in verdent, green and growing. The Vernal Equinox is the first day of spring and the day when the length of day and night are equal. Not a big deal to our highly advanced and knowledgable culture…but to our "ignorant" ancestors (who grew what they ate)…the return of the sun, and the growing season was a matter of life and death. A recurring cycle, or a re-cycle.
Our ignorant ancestors observed that each day the sun rose in one direction, lets call it EAST, then the sun went across the sky, and set in a completely different direciton. The ancients surmised that during the night the sun traveled through an underground cave to return back to the EAST to rise again in the morning.
But gasp…the days got shorter through out the year. The dark portion of the day was getting longer and longer. The "sun" was weakening and seemed a celestial struggle was happening and night was winning the struggle.
Finally the length of son-light horus got shorter and shorter until the Winter Solstice (very near a hollyday we call Christmas). At this time of the year, just when it looked like the son was going to go away forever, the days suddenly stopped getting shorter. The sun literally stopped, which is what Solstice means, sun stop. Then the day-light hours started getting longer…Hurray! Lets have a pagan holiday that celebrates the return (or birth) of the Son.
But the sun was still young and weak and could not defeat night. Our predecessors watched the rising and setting sun carefully and noted that the new sun was getting stronger but darkness was still king…until the Vernal Equinox when the struggle between light and darkness was an even match. Day and night were equal.
The fight is not done…the sun hangs on a celestial cross between length of day, and the height it reaches in the sky. Though these pre-historic savages were good at watching the son it still took them about three days to confirm that the length of daylight was indeed getting longer and that the fight was over…the son emerged from the underworld (literally) and defeated darkness. Whoohoo, lets celebrate…we can plant our crops, and grow food to eat so we can live another year. We ancient pagans are so happy maybe we’ll kill an animal or person to fertilize our fields with blood…and two thousand years from now people will clebrate the coming of the sun with eggs, chocolate and plastic grass.
There you have it, I suspect the story of the death and resurection of Osiris is a metaphor for the yearly celestial drama of the sun/ seasons RECYCLE.
Boy weren't those ancients ignorant and not nearly as smart as us?
H
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