There’s a common theme about the weather here in southern New England that has been going on all season. These days, whenever it’s mentioned, as it often is in human discourse, everyone has the same theme: I’ll take this weather any day; no snow is fine with me; I’m not complaining. (My apologies to those who are skiers.)
As I’ve previously written, praying for the weather is a challenge but one that I am at least willing to discuss with God on most occasions. But I notice that I am feeling a little guilty about this shovel-free winter, sensing that this obvious climate-change may not be good for the environment, and also fearing that I may be tampering with God’s domain. And so, I don’t bring it up with God, which is one of the ways I deal (cover up/ignore) with guilt. And God, being God, waits for me to mention it.
As I’ve previously written, praying for the weather is a challenge but one that I am at least willing to discuss with God on most occasions. But I notice that I am feeling a little guilty about this shovel-free winter, sensing that this obvious climate-change may not be good for the environment, and also fearing that I may be tampering with God’s domain. And so, I don’t bring it up with God, which is one of the ways I deal (cover up/ignore) with guilt. And God, being God, waits for me to mention it.
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