Evangelicals Advocate Irresponsibility

In the wake of POTUS 45’s decision to pull out of the Paris Agreement, I have been seeing some stories about how conservative evangelical Christians agree with this decision, due to some notion that “God will take care of it.”

As a Buddhist, I’ve been told that the goal of realizing the enlightened mind is up to us. There is no savior, just Buddhas and Bodhisattvas to inspire us with their example, and Teachers, who can point the way.

I have never professed Christianity as my religion, but from what I can see,  Christians are also supposed to take some responsibility for their own salvation. Some Christians have a notion of being a steward of the Earth. Most Christians I know, as far as I can tell, do not abdicate their responsibilities toward the earth and its living beings. They don’t assume that just because Jesus died for their sins, now they can just sin as much as they want and they will be forgiven.

The attitude of the evangelical branch strikes me as dangerously lazy. I have heard that many of them believe that what happens on earth doesn’t matter because they will be raptured off to heaven, and even that they should try to hasten the End Times.

I think it is important to note that in the USA, one-third of registered voters are evangelicals. That leaves the rest of us to do the work of ensuring the survival of the human race and the planet we inhabit, since millions of Americans have indicated that they have no interest in bothering with that task.

It’s ironic that the folks who tend to decry the government as a “nanny state” are the ones most likely to expect some one else to take care of cleaning up their messes for them. It’s also ironic that the folks who complain about wanting more jobs in the USA reject the huge job potential of the alternative energy industry. But that’s another post, for sure.

Poem: The Butterfly’s Tornado

Like many,
it didn’t know it could stir up a storm
just by going about its daily life.
Then the tornados came
to new places
and where rain had once poured
the land cracked open, and wildfires burned.
Like many,
it thought the power belonged
to some other being.
The coral reefs paled and crumbled
the starfish washed up like dirty dishes
and the walruses and polar bears
stood on smaller and smaller shores.
The butterfly kept going
about its business,
while mosquitoes in stagnant pools
bred a new disease,
mudslides reshaped the land,
and the glaciers creaked and melted
into oceans floating full
of garbage and sick fish.
Like many,
it didn’t realize it had a choice
about how to use its wings
until it was too late.