This morning as I was walking into the church, I heard a bird call that has become familiar to me. I believe that it’s a mockingbird, because it is the exact sound and cadence of a car alarm coming from a bird. These creatures, exposed to sounds alien to them yet become routine, blended their song.
It makes me think about hermit crabs taking soda cans for shells, warmer autumns in various chilled places, and strange seasons of storm and rain. I think of the Great Barrier Reef bleaching, while at the same time coral reefs made of trash and teeming with life billow in the Gulf. I think of the car parks of suburban America and the overgrown and rainforest reclaimed ruins in the Yucatan.
The climate is changing. But what would ever make us expect that it wouldn’t?
The arc and beauty of nature is change and adaptation. It seems to me that when technology advances and nature is impacted, God crafts it to respond and more than that, to grow. The refusal to change is the stagnation that resembles death.
The climate is changing, and yet, are we?
And yet, and yet... 
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