This blue-green ball

“Our earth is like a child who has grown up without parents, having no one to guide and direct her.”  As Jesus spoke, his voice intensified in subdued anguish.  “Some have attempted to help her but most have simply tried to use her.  Humans, who have been given the task to lovingly steer the world, instead plunder her with no consideration, other than their immediate needs.  And they give little thought for their own children who will inherit their lack of love.  So they use and abuse her with little consideration and then when she shudders or blows her breath, they are offended and raise their fist to God.”

“You’re an ecologist?”  Mack said, half as an accusation.

“This blue-green ball in black space, filled with beauty even now, battered and abused and lovely.”

“I know that song.  You must care deeply about the Creation,” smiled Mack.

“Well, this blue-green ball in black space belongs to me,” Jesus stated emphatically.

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