The Race of Man

Good morning,
 
At the beginning of it all they were just like us, finding sustenance as we did in the bountiful gifts of nature. They forged intimate friendships with the trees and the rivers, acquiring their food and medicine from the one, and bathing and drinking in and from the other. They would run and play during the days, sprinting through the forests like so many happy gazelles, the echoes of their laughter affected all around, these charismatic creatures with their broad smiles and their gleaming eyes that had yet to know the burning sensation of tears. Yes, at the beginning they were not as fragile, they would leap from heights unthinkable and spring to their feet again without breaking stride, they suffered injury yes, but not so easily, and the years of their lives was not as fleeting – not as insignificant. At night they would huddle together about fires whispering stories to their young, telling them of things past and things that may come; simple things, like where the best berries grew, and how to cure a scratch, and the secret places where monkeys whooped and danced in the branches causing rainstorms of ripened fruit. They were peaceful beings too, and except for the occasional playful skirmishes, showed no signs of a vicious nature, but somehow all that changed. They acquired, we know not when, a taste for the meat of the animals they once befriended, and this we believe was the beginning of the end. The fires they started for warmth took on a new purpose, and during the days they once spent playing among the trees they now spent clearing them away, in their new and unquenchable desire for more space. They built borders with wood they had hewn from the corpses of their stationary, defenseless victims; they called them fences, to keep out unwanted visitors, we thought it was rude and so we stayed away. They divided themselves into teams they called countries and immediately the warring began. They fought for land; they fought for animals which they had caged up; they fought for shiny pieces of metal they had discovered underground; they fought for love of a home they had invented; and most absurd of all – bless their hearts, they even fought for peace. They decided that the legs they had been given moved too slowly for a changing world, so they cornered horses whom they had eyed with envy for years, and ”broke” them fiendishly, and sat atop them majestically to be whisked away to ”business meetings” and pageantries that served no inherent purpose. Folly. Then the horses became too slow and they decided to harness the energy of fire instead, so they started to clear away huge masses of forests and to dig massive holes into the ground, they dug and dug until the earth bled that blackened flow that they danced about in and sold for the shiny trinkets they had dug even larger cavities to find. They traded what was already theirs among themselves, to think of it makes me cringe, a race of beings that used to be so intelligent. The time they once spent living and teaching their young is now spent working to gather trinkets so they can buy the very food they once had in abundance. Now some have in excess while others starve to death and they do it all good conscience because they believe so much in the borders of countries: imaginary lines they created themselves.  They now live in huge fortresses with the automatic fences to shield themselves from their own kind. They don’t view each other as their own kind because they have separated themselves by skin color, by hair texture, by eyes, by areas of inhabitance, by speech, by superstitions, by beliefs, by habits, by practices, by diet, by wealth, by gender, and by any other difference they can discover. What a change has come over this once simple race of beings, and how speedily they race toward their imminent destruction. Perhaps then Mother Earth can recover from the virus that has been man.
 
 
In recognition of Earth Week
 
To my readers:
Every moral is not spelt out in the scripture. There are some things that Yahweh tranfers directly into our souls. Let’s learn to be more conservative and more conscious of the environment. Yes, yes, I’m a back-packing, cargo-pants wearing, left wing supporting, believer in conservation, and even if you haven’t been aware of these issues before, focus some attention on it from today onward. The Earth is a gift for which we are help accountable, and even though we know that man’s fate has already been sealed by the prophecies of the scripture that in no way exempts us, as Believers, from being environmentally conscious.
 
Yah Bless!
 
Psalm 2:8 (King James Version)
 
Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.
 
Marc Wellington
 
“Thank Yahweh men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the Earth.” – Henry David Thoreau
 
p.s. A hearty “Living Well”-come to the newest members of our tiny circle; Pastor Daniel Thompson (Bahamas); and Beverly (Bahamas). Thank you all for your continued support, and please let’s try to think on today’s lesson, it is something very personal to the author you’ve come to be friends with. Turn out those lights and fix that leaky faucet. Everybody have a green day and enjoy this masterpiece that Yahweh fashioned with his own hands, and which others are currently in the process of murdering. If you would like to add a friend to this mailing list please send an email request. If you would like to be removed from this mailing list send a written request on a piece of paper which I will promptly put our for recycling.