Screwing Around With Creation

The earth is the LORD’s, and the fullness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein…   –Psalm 24:1

Check out this tweet from Dr. Mercola.

What we have here is a lot of self-anointed ninnies, with way more power than is good for them, attempting to stop “Climate Change” by blocking sunlight from reaching the earth. President SloJo says he’s “open to the idea,” and Bill Gates and some other zillionaires are dumping money into it. What could possibly go wrong?

Yeahbut, yeahbut! We shall be as gods!

(Oops! We started another Ice Age and suddenly the Northern Hemisphere is uninhabitable. Sorry about that!)

I mean, really–is the rest of the world supposed to just sit there grinning while we sod around with the atmosphere? Like, it’s their atmosphere, too, isn’t it?

To say nothing of the inherent blasphemy of the whole idea.

Dr. Mercola says they’ve been doing this for 70 years at least, trying to control the weather. Sooner or later they’re bound to stumble into a disaster.

Again we pray: confound them, O Lord!

Memory Lane: A Place, and Horseshoe Crabs

I couldn’t find a video that quite captures what I want to write about. So imagine these horseshoe crabs, only now it’s night-time, under a glorious full moon with no other light for miles around. And the horseshoe crabs are coming into the shallow water to mate and lay their eggs.

Years and years ago, Patty and I used to go to Long Beach Island in the spring, for weekends. We liked to fish by night, along the rim of a shallow cove in Barnegat Bay. On a few of those nights, the horseshoe crabs came in, silent and graceful, with only the faintest ripple of the water in the faintest breeze. We felt as if we were seeing something God ordained before He shaped Adam out of the dust of the earth. Something, maybe, that was old in Heaven before it was ever known on earth.

It’s all gone now. They filled in the little cove and built three-story condos on top of it, and the whole place is lit by floodlights all night long. There’s no hint that the little cove ever existed. And you can’t see the starlight on the water anymore. The floodlights drown it out. Maybe there never was any starlight, either. Maybe we dreamed it.

But if we did, the dream beats the stuffing out of condos and floodlights.