Here I go again, slipping behind in my Lenten discipline of writing on one word each day. Sigh. It makes me aware of my human failings, even when I have vowed to be diligent. I suppose we all find ourselves in this position from time to time. Yesterday and today’s words are warmth and nature. Another two words I find couple together nicely. Whenever I encounter the word “nature,” I immediately think of Mother Nature. It is always a puzzlement to me why we call God Father, but Nature, Mother, but we do. Neither is actually a gender. God for me is Spirit. God for theologian Pannenberg was a “force field.” I can accept that. Nature, for me is our entire universe, and the Hubble Telescope photos are awesome evidence of its enormity, infinity even. It is the birds, who I call my little dinosaurs and feed every winter. It is the animals, including my beloved Maltese, Loki. It is sun, moon, sky, oceans, earth, flora, fauna; it is all of creation. I suppose I could do without mosquitoes or the house fly. I love the nature in my life, particularly when it is warm and I can enjoy it fully outside of my home. I think too of Mother Nature as a Spirit of warmth and nurturing. Okay, most of the time. Mother Nature can be violent during tornadoes, hurricanes, floods, blizzards, all the horrors of nature. But, on a quiet, warm sunny day, Nature and I get along just fine. Nature is God’s creation. Nature is God’s own, just as I am. I like that.
“But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the LORD has done this? In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind.” Job 12:7-10