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My new grandson, Micah Timothy, that is. Born Saturday night, 18 minutes after arrival at the hospital. His dad, my son, had every father’s dream come true: driving the car with horn blasting and lights flashing because momma went from zero to fifty in the labor lane and caught everyone off guard. But now he’s here. The future, that is, with a name and a face. Outfitted, is he, for decades to come that many of us will not see. What are we doing to insure that the world he inherits isn’t too grim a place to inhabit? Not enough right now. Instead, many in my own wider faith tribe are acting as though this talk of looming distress is a load of boo-honkey. We’re betting against the facts, I humbly submit, wagering the likes of Micah’s future.
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Article in the NYT caught my eye, A Clutter Too Deep for Mere Bins and Shelves. Apparently there’s a run on organization bin systems in the new year. No wonder, with all the stuff that accumulates over the holidays.  But it’s got me thinking about the sheer volume of stuff that finds its way into the house.  I swear it’s more now than ever.  I’m purchasing more online than before, which saves gas for shopping, but the boxes proliferate from shipping.  I’ve got more cardboard from amazon than I can recycle right now.  Each box with extra inserts, plastic bubble wrap.  And then everyday from the mailbox, I’m bringing in a handful of stuff that I’m not interested in, but dutifully, I bring it in to the  house.  Maybe I should get a recycle bin for the front hallway and just put it in there, instead of laying it on the counter “to be sorted…”  This is getting out of hand. That’s the thing about the environment: it’s the little things, and it’s difficult to picture the impact.  But it’s real and the impact is devastating. Read recently that if everyone in china started using toilet paper, it would decimate the world’s forests.