“Unfortunately, if you regard Nature as a mother, you discover that she is a step-mother. The main point of Christianity was this: that Nature is not our mother: Nature is our sister. We can be proud of her beauty, since we have the same father; but she has no authority over us; we have to admire, but not to imitate… Nature is a sister, and even a younger sister: a little, dancing sister, to be laughed at as well as loved.”–G.K. Chesterton
It is a very dangerous thing when one begins to view nature as one’s mother, or master, rather than the sister which should be respected–not worshipped.
The effects are seen in our world today, with this odd sort of paganism resurfacing:
• Pets are seen as children; children are seen as pests.
• The wriggling body in a womb is no longer a baby but something to be discarded to save the planet.
• City dwellers create laws to better “protect” animals while ignoring the farmer struggling to nurse a newborn calf in the freezing barn at 2 o’clock in the morning.
• Public lands are sacred; so sacred that they are not managed but manhandled, descending into rutted deserts, riddled with wildfires.
• Sex is not a life-giving gift from God; rather, sexual urges are beastlike instincts which should be obeyed, regardless of how far down the path of altering gender or altering Nature it leads.
• Worst of all, taught to me in college, is that our lives are as meaningless as an animal’s, with no purpose, no accountability, and no hope.
These are very dark ideologies, indeed, and it is not my intention to dwell in the darkness, but to step out into the morning sunlight with the elevation of a proper relationship with God and with Nature, the one on which our nation, and world was founded.
God’s commands from the very beginning were simple: “Be fertile and multiply; fill the earth and subdue it. Have dominion over the fish of the sea, the birds of the air, and all the living things that crawl on the earth.” –Genesis 1:28
I would suggest those that live nearer to Nature truly understand her. She is not something to be mastered, for anyone that has been stuck in a mountain blizzard, within a vortex of snow, recognizes that they truly are mortal. But anyone that has picked a yellow wildflower the following spring knows that she is truly beautiful.
With the birth of every baby deer and foal and calf, the miracle of life is before our eyes. In every case, we wait expectantly for what is carried in that mother’s womb, and can never reconcile how some are so far removed from Nature so as to think that the same does not occur in an even more precious creation of God: the woman.
All life is miraculous. Yet, we see every day the line drawn between God’s most beloved children, and the creatures he has us given dominion over. We try with all our might to save every single animal, and the loss of one is devastating. But it is still a very different thing to lose an animal than to lose a person.
We see the earth as not ours to pillage, but it is not ours to coddle, either. We manage it prudently to prevent drought, floods, and wildfires, and know the value of maintaining its natural state as much as possible.
Best of all, we recognize Earth for what it is: a creation of our beloved God. If there is art, there must be an artist. If there is wonderful creation, how much more wonderful must the Creator be.
This #EarthDay, take time to reflect on your relationship with Nature, keeping in mind God’s intention for the relationship with our beautiful, but temporary home.