July 27, 2015
The ongoing drought in California brings us face to face with collective sin and the danger of human pride run amok.
I visited the Pulgas Water Temple many times as a kid. A water monument named after fleas is intriguing to say the least.
As for misusing Scripture with California's water resources, anyone driving up I-5 through Sacramento will see "Where the river flows everything will live" from Ezekiel 47:9, another verse about spiritual water appropriated for a secular purpose.
This dry season conveys us eye to eye with aggregate sin and the risk of human pride go crazy. As delightful as the reservoir conduits seem to be, and for as much good as the flooding of California has made, the designing of California's water has taken a toll us. And every North American are somehow complicit: you likely advantage day by day from society, agribusiness and innovation from the state.
I'm not exactly prepared to say God is decrying us for our hubris in designing nature. However, I do murmur, "Kyrie eleison: Lord, show benevolence," at whatever point I'm defied with confirmation of the dry spell. The dry spell is not my flaw alone, but rather I take part. It's a conviction of aggregate sin. We must accomplish more than simply tear out our parched yards to atone. This dry season is an update that we should love our neighbor as ourselves and tend to the earth as the Creator does. Furthermore, that contrition needs to take numerous structures and commitments from numerous individuals: low-stream toilets; new rural innovation; tending to sustenance treachery; even the political will for strong natural approach.
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