27 Whose earth is it anyway?
I share one other childhood memory. My father was doing some
springtime gardening, preparing the ground for seed. During the day,
while he was away at work, I decided I would help. So I got my little
shovel, dug some earth and used a riddle to produce a pyramid of
debris-free soil, ideal for receiving seed or bulbs.
My father was initially very appreciative, but the atmosphere changed
when I raised the question of being paid for my labour. He didnt
see why he should have to pay for his own earth?
The truth of his position floored me. It had never occurred to me and
I was crushed. (Where was the new cosmology when I needed it. The
cosmos does not belong to us, we belong to the cosmos.)
When I got over my childish petulance (about thirty years later), I
felt I had a head start in wrestling with the challenge of continuing
creation. In our creative efforts, how do we fall into step with God
and try to let a flicker of his graciousness come to earth.