As suggested in Millions Of Barrels Of Oil Safely Reach Port In Major Environmental Catastrophe, we’ve got problems. (Thanks to The Freakwenter for the heads up.)
And I confess: While I did walk across the street this morning to a lunchtime restaurant meeting, on the way back to school I gladly accepted a ride in a gasoline-powered vehicle.
And I confess more: I am the son of a man who at his church is a “creation care advocate” and who recently deviated from his normal practice of relocating live-trapped groundhogs (he usually pushes the loaded trap in a wheelbarrow a mile back a dirt road and then releases the poor critter) and instead drove the trap in his car to the release site and back. In the week after my dad told this story about himself in church–a story he prefaced by mentioning the fact that he hadn’t really ever done anything as “creation care advocate”–he learned that a woman at church later said that she “just can’t get in the car anymore without remembering that story.”
