Stepping lightly

In this rare warm spell, it has been nice to see grass again, even the brown and withered lawns just waking up from their sleep under the snow.

In Psalm 103, we read:
As for mortals, their days are like grass;
they flourish like a flower of the field:
for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
and its place knows it no more.

No one knows how long we will have on this earth, but we can be certain that it will end, and probably before we have done all the things that we desire. We must trust that we are not the only ones who can accomplish our dreams, and that others will take up their part in the unfolding work of God's salvation. We can only do our own small part, and the rest will be theirs to discover.

We will not be here, so we must protect the gifts of creation for the next generation. As Anglican theologian Kwok Pui-Lan encourages us: Tread as lightly on this earth as you would step on your mother's back.