This afternoon I had to drive into Chicago – it was a breeze except my transponder stopped working for some reason. I found a parking spot, got to my appointment, and out of town before the rush hour. All was good. I drove through Hammond, Gary, Chesterton and then the Westville exit and cross country through the cornfields and woods down the back country roads and sang like my lungs out like John Denver – “Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong…” The appeal of that song is that there is a little country in all of us. A desire for simplicity, smog free skies, and untainted water – creation as it was meant to be. Even though Northern Indiana is far from a garden there is in us something that draws us – calls us – lures us toward what God intended creation to be “in the beginning.”
It takes faith to see past the scars left by humans. “By faith we understand that the universe was created by the word of God, so that what is seen was not made out of things that are visible.” (Hebrews 11:3) We need more faith. Faith in God and faith in each other. Too often we live selfish and self serving lives forgetting that we are but stewards of what belongs to God. Our time on earth is short and the accounting of how we steward the creation must be given. The traffic of the interstate must at some point give way to the quiet of the wooded path, the sandy beach, the craggy slope, and the misty lake. We must find that place where we meet God and report back what we are doing with God’s property.