Although we're being inundated with water from northern mountain snow melts, increased flows from upstream dams, and rains that just keep on coming down on us - there are places where water is scarce. Places like Arizona and Colorado where fires have destroyed homes and blackened thousands of acres of parched land.
With this in mind I want to pass on to you some words from Barbara Brown Taylor - a noted and sought after preacher, author and teacher - when she put in a well on some land she had purchased and developed for her home. Her words will help frame what I want to say to you today about creation-care. Here's her report.
When I bought the land where I now live, there was nothing on it but trees, cows, and fescue. The first question the builder asked me was, ''Where's your well?'' I tried to hide my surprise. I had temporarily forgotten that water comes from the earth, not the sink. Of course there would have to be a well.
So I called Davidson Well Drilling, whose huge red truck appeared the next day with an enormous drill bit on it. After clanking his way across some groundhog burrows, the driver killed the engine, climbed out of the cab, and began to squint at the land.
I had hoped to meet a real live water witch, but this man was more of a geologist. He guessed where water was by the lay of the land, preferring valleys to hills. By the next afternoon, I wondered if he should learn to use a dowsing rod. He had drilled three large holes and struck nothing but rock.
As I watched him position his drill over spot number four, I suddenly saw him as a lab technician trying to find a vein. The body of the land lay still beneath his probing. Under its surface ran rivers of life, which I was trying to tap into.
My own life depended on the transfusion. Without it, I could not drink, cook, bathe, water plants and animals, or wash clothes. With it, I could make a home. When I heard a yell go up, ...
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