Marilyn, my beloved, just arrived home from her intermittent hunting and gathering safari, what used to be called “grocery shopping”. She said, “What do you suppose gasoline cost just now?” I shrugged, no idea. “Sixty-eight cents a galleon!” I am 68 years old. When I was 16, gasoline cost 15 – 20 cents per gallon.
In the year of the plague, we stand at threshold of a new world. We can choose to embrace the ADVENTURE of life on this changing planet, making new economies such that the planet has no need to wipe out human beings in order to survive in her orbit.
I vote for adventure, a new epoch of history that has clear skies over New Delhi. Fish swimming in the clear lagoons of Venice and the nations turn swords into hemostats that we may safely get off Mother Earth while we still are able. May Mother Earth recover and may the Kingdom of God come and increase. To God be glory now and forever.
I live in hope in spite of the facts.