Around Easter, the weather begins to get warm and I emerge from the indoors with a shining face, wondrous at how easy it is to be outside. Through the duration of SW Ontario’s windy cold winter, being outdoors took a bit of teeth-gritting. But now it’s a springy season, with moss on the trees, buds on their branches, and birds chirping everywhere. Human neighbours emerge, and so do those dastardly squirrels. (Sorry, even though this is a blog by a supposed environmentalist, I still can’t pretend to like squirrels. It’s a thing, okay? Just let me have this.)
Seeing all this new life refreshes me with hope for the coming months. I hope for walks on Waterloo Region’s trails, trying to identify plants, and spotting birds. I hope for cycling to work. I can’t wait to feel a cool breeze in relief of the hot sun.
Hope isn’t all about thinking about the future, though. The very concept of hope suggests that there is some confusion and strife in the present.
When we think about the environment, it can be tempting to think about our hopes for the future without acknowledging the current pain humans continue to inflict on each other and on the rest of creation. But of course – back again to hope – I have faith that there is a reconciliation story here at work.
Now all things are of God, who has reconciled us to Himself through Jesus Christ, and has given us the ministry of reconciliation.
In caring for each other and this world, we are doing the work of reconciliation tasked to us, modelled for us by Christ.
Maybe its time for me to make amends with my squirrel (gag!) friends. Haha. :S