Beliefs

Mourning the loss of life brought on by the BP oil spill

In case you live under a rock somewhere in Iceland, there’s been a major oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico and the deep sea oil rig continues to pour millions of gallons of oil into the ocean daily. Some claim that we won’t see a cessation in the oil leak until Christmas.  Now needless to say, there is and will continue to be a ridiculous amount of discussion focused on this disaster. I hesitate to add my two cents to the growing pile of opinions but I am not really a very reasonable person so here goes…

As I read news articles about the oil spill I am interested primarily in our collective response as a nation. What is the “sense” if you will of the American people concerning this tragedy? What’s the buzz?  There’s certainly enough finger pointing to go around.  Then there’s the cheekier take on the issue.  By and large though the impression I come away with after googling, twitter searching, and generally just listening (in-person and online) is that there’s lots of blame and accusation being tossed out there but a lack of assuming responsibility and naming our role as consumers as part of the problem. Pointing the finger at someone else, especially a large corporation with billions in revenue that looks like a goldmine for class action lawsuits is quick and pain-free.  The visual that comes to mind is your average, every day citizen pointing that finger from the driver’s seat of their car. Their gas-guzzling car. Whether that vehicle is a hybrid sedan or the largest SUV you can imagine-they both require fuel to get anywhere. And that fuel happens to be oil. Consumers of gasoline hold a great deal of power and with that comes that nasty word we all tend to avoid, responsibility. Blaming BP and its shareholders and holding them accountable for their actions (or lack thereof) is a right and just course of action but it might behoove citizens to pause for a moment in front of the mirror and perform a quick self-examination. What role does each individual consumer play in shaping how businesses utilize  their workforces and our natural resources?

This boils down to knowing where the products and services you invest in come from and what they’re made of. I can’t say it loud enough…we have to take responsibility for where we put our money and resources. Then we have to take action to alter those organizations or entire industries that have lost all sense of business ethics.  There is no excuse for not being invested in the process. If it seems like a daunting and enormous task you would be right, it is. To take into consideration where that shoelace was made and how the materials used to produce it were harvested all the way to where the materials used to build your home came from and what the business practices that company that you buy your vacuum cleaner from are can quickly lead to paralysis. But we have to start somewhere don’t we? If we truly care for our environment and for the human lives at stake then wouldn’t that compel us to leap into the fray much earlier on? To be a champion, a leader who speaks out on behalf of those who don’t have a voice (and here I am referring to the sea life that is currently being obliterated in the Gulf as well as the sweatshop worker in a third world country who made your t-shirt), that is the duty–no the privilege that Americans have been given. I could extend that privilege globally but at the moment am focused solely on my own country.

I think I can safely say that citizens of the USA are generally concerned about the environment. There is certainly plenty of criticism about the war in the Middle East and the role oil plays in that or consider the controversy surrounding drilling in the Arctic Refuge.  Oil is, of course, only one small part of environmental stewardship as there are literally thousands of issues to be considered on everything from endangered species to the use of our forests to water treatment methods. All this to simply say, we are a people that care about mother nature. We want clean water, an ozone layer, ice caps in the arctic and wildlife for future generations to enjoy. We’re all about “reducing our carbon footprint” and “greening” our lifestyles. But just how far does this extend and are the trends we witness nationally more a marketing ploy than an actual way of life? Based on the number of cars on the road and the growing landfills and the percentage of our energy that still comes from sources such as coal, I would say we’re falling a little short. We talk big and loud but do we put our money where our mouth is?

Mostly I am concerned that there is a lack of national grieving over the BP oil spill. It is the worst spill in the last 50 years…possibly the worst spill in history.  The  Gulf will never be the same. I am no scientist but I can only imagine that the aquatic ecosystem  is suffering significantly. If the oil truly can’t be contained before December 2010 then we risk losing the gulf as we know it entirely. Shouldn’t our response be one of grief first and accusation second? Shouldn’t we pause for a moment and simply mourn collectively for what future generations are losing at our hands? There will be plenty of time and space for due process of the law, for restitution, for fault-finding. In this moment our hearts should break for the beauty that is being destroyed…never to be reclaimed. Take a moment and watch a snippet from the Blue Planet. Allow yourself to feel the weight of what we’re losing.

A little slice of sunshine

Complicated. That’s what life is like most of the time.

Relationships are complicated.

Work is complicated.

Learning to be obedient is definitely complicated.

But something that isn’t complicated, is basking in God’s love. It’s like a little slice of sunshine in an otherwise rainy kind of day. And I am like a cat that stretches towards the shaft of light, curls up in it and soaks as much of it up as possible. Good thing God has an endless supply because some days I feel like I require a whole lot of His unconditional love.

Resurrection Part III

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check out parts 1 and 2 if you want to catch up…

Yup, still thinking about resurrection. So far it has been a humbling, tranformative journey and this week was particularly joyful. I was impressed by what meanings resurrection might hold in my life. Things like:

redemption

grace

reconciliation

healing

Over the past couple of weeks I’ve been blessed with the opportunity to reconnect with a very dear friend, experience the first steps towards a healed relationship that has been broken and hurting for a long time and be reminded of the inherent dignity and worth of humanity as we are all image-bearers of the Creator.

Resurrection Part II

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More thoughts on what the resurrection means in my personal life… (Click here for the first post in this series)

My nature is often deeply critical and quick to judge others by what I see without ever giving them a chance to truly be known. This sinful flaw in my character has recently been under intense scrutiny as I delve deeper into how the resurrection plays out in my life. I am reminded daily of C.S. Lewis’s words from The Weight of Glory:

“There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal…. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses.”

If I believe that to be true then why can’t I get my actions to line up with my beliefs? I resonate with Paul when he bemoans the fact that his actions are in-congruent with the tenets of his soul.

So I started putting my belief into practice with the first test being how I responded internally to the people I come across in daily interactions. Lets take a bus ride as an example. I’m riding the #14 down Hawthorne, happily minding my own business…probably reading or listening to music on my ipod. Next thing you know, we’ve stopped and the driver is letting a few new passengers board the bus. A teenager passes by me on her way to the back of the bus. The music from her earphones is loud enough for me to hear above my own ipod and she yells at the top of her lungs to someone she recognizes. The very first thought that pops into my head is what an obnoxious and disrespectful person she is.

Next an older man shuffles on board and takes a seat directly in front of me. Frankly, he stinks. And he’s mumbling something unintelligible. Again, I’m annoyed and somewhat repulsed. Lastly, a couple with a screaming child settle into seats near the front of the bus. The woman is visibly upset with her tantrum-throwing two year old and keeps tugging on him while the man slumps back and ignores the situation. My immediate assessment: poor mothering skills on her part and absolute laziness on his and I won’t even share what I thought of their toddler. All this in about a minute and a half. It takes me only thirty seconds more to catch myself and rewind the whole thought process in my head; asking God’s forgiveness for my response to each person and trying my best to image them as He might see them. It’s harder than I think.

But this story gets to the very heart of this issue. It’s only one brief instance in life, particularly urban life where I am constantly interacting with society and confronted with hundreds of people to rub shoulders with on any given day. My prayer as this journey of discovery, conviction, and incarnation unfolds is that I will see the world through resurrection eyes. The eyes of Jesus who loves every one…yep I remind myself everyone.

Resurrection

So I finally read The Shack about a month ago and am already working my way through it a second time with Bryan. And it’s got me thinking. A lot actually. About a lot of things.

When I was in college, many many moons ago now, my world was fairly black and white. It was a nice season to live in since it didn’t require much angst in forming judgement calls about almost anything. It was either right or wrong. Good or bad. Period.

Now I find myself living in the gray space, and not having ready answers for pretty much anything is very frustrating. It’s made me a more thoughtful person and a more open person but ultimately it’s also made me a more frustrated person. There are lots of opportunities every day to somehow choose sides over an issue. Suddenly I find myself being that person who believes that there might be space in the middle and that it doesn’t constitute sitting on the fence, unwilling to commit to anything. This is a very foreign place to be.

Some of this thinking has been about resurrection and how my understanding of Christ’s resurrection should impact my daily life. If some part of us lives on eternally and perhaps even the world itself is made new not by decimating everything and starting over but by resurrecting some of what is here, what does that say about how we should treat ourselves, each other, and the world we live in?