And a day for Earth

This morning I realized that it was Earth Day. Not like that's too crazy, but I realized that Earth Day marks that I've been blogging for more than a year now. Last Earth Day I said pretty much all that needs to be said about this event, so I won't bore you with another round, but I did, of course, take the time to google Nancy Pelosi just to make sure she didn't happen to use another not-entirely-real verse from Isaiah. I honestly can't get over that.

Pardon.

Anyhow, It's funny how certain things can remind us that time glides ever onward. For instance, it's hard to reconcile myself with the idea that I've been blogging for a year. Not like I've done it entirely faithfully (summer=not even close), but it's been here. And I just realized the other day that I'm coming up on ten years as a faithful (mostly) journaler. I used to journal here and there when I was much younger, but it's only ("only" haha) been the last ten where I've written frequently.

But time is strange. I've been working at my current job for six months now (I've already surpassed the average time of how long most former employees worked here by a fair amount, which tells you something about the job, let me just tell you), and I realize "hey, six months flew, I bet it'll be a year before I know it!" Oh, if I lasted a year, by the way, there would only be three other employees amongst the 35-some employees who have worked at this job who will have worked longer than I have. Most are lucky to last for three months. The last lady lasted for four days. Correction, four mornings. She wasn't even working all day.

I have digressed.

I think the older you get, the less time means. Thirty Year Fixed Mortgage? No problem. My child will be finished school in just another 14 years? Sweet. You only have to be 55 to qualify for some senior discounts now? I'm nearly there!

Um, I personally am not nearly there, I'm just making a point.

But time means little once you realize how much has already passed you by. It brings to mind the fact that we can't change what has passed, but only live for Christ in the minutes and days to come. Everything will pass away (did you hear that, Earth? you too!) but it's what is done for Christ that remains.

Only one life, t'will soon be past, only what's done for Christ t'will last!

Speaking of...

I whined about evolution a lot yesterday, and with fairly good reason. This will be quick, but there's one thing that bothers me. And it has to do with evolution and the environment.

First: we humans (I say "we" loosely, please understand) are constantly worrying about the state of the environment. "Our children will live in a terrible world" we cry, "and in fact, everyone will have to use masks to breathe." "The atmosphere is being burned up by our stupidity, what shall become of us?"

Simple thought, people. We evolved, right? Well, I personally know I didn't evolve, but a lot of people out there sure think I did. So the whole point of evolving (as far as I can understand, though we've just recently proved that I don't understand much about evolution) is that we adapt to our circumstances, right? We grow longer beaks so we can eat those pesky bugs, grow more or less fur depending on whether or not our place of residence is warmer or cooler, and generally fix ourselves to fit in with our climates. Following?

So here's the thing I don't understand. If we're evolving with our environments, then won't we evolve with the global warming and pollution and everything? If I believed in evolution I'd figure, what's the difference? my children will be able to breath gasoline and still survive. Right?

Maybe that doesn't make sense, but best I can figure, the one goes with the other. I'm not exactly suggesting that we go out and burn gasoline just to speed up the "process" or anything, but I'm just saying.

But like I said yesterday, I am so glad I'm created by the Lord! What a lot of trouble it saves me! And as for environmentalism, I'm thankful that the Bible talks about being a good steward. I intend to live for the Lord, taking care of the body He gave me (it being a temple and all, good times), and the place He put me (Earth, in case nobody got where I was going with that).

But I'm not going to make a religion of the whole Earth thing. I'll leave that for those same confused people who think great-great-grandma Harriet looked the way she did because she came straight from a family of apes.

On the same note: has anyone noticed that Ken Ham looks an awful lot like a monkey himself? Sometimes I wonder how he can preach against evolution with a straight face. Though I love his work, regardless of the dubious looks. And for anyone who hasn't been to his Creation Museum, you should really go. It's amazing. Seriously.

Earth, Earth, Earth...

...Hear the word of the Lord!

Oh, Earth Day. The day when people knowledge the Earth for being marvelous, but ignore the Creator. What a clever idea... or not.

In general, I have no problem with people taking care of the world we live in--it's called stewardship, people. But when people start setting that up as an idol in their life, I have a problem with that. And while I don't rally for eco-friendly whatevers people rally for, I do keep my electricity use to a minimum, don't litter, and try not to pull up moss from its natural habitat. But I just consider that to be common sense. The Earth-loving thing has pretty much become a religion these days, though, and I draw the line there.

Just for fun this morning, I looked up Nancy Pelosi's Earth Day spiel and noticed the absence of the charming verse (which may or may not be "from Isaiah") she used for last year's Earth Day celebration. How I miss the ignorance that caused that faux pas.