Mother Earth says to Father God...

Setting - Central Park Bow Bridge in New York City - the day is a bit cool with a gentle breeze chilling the air just a touch, the sun is brilliant and warming. Two Main Characters are standing in the middle of the bridge - Father God is tossing bread crumbs to ducks below. He and Mother Earth are leaning on the bridge railing gazing into the water in the midst of a discussion. Both dressed inconspicuously.


Mother Earth: "Why do you do it?"
Father God: "Do what?" (pretends not to know what she refers, tosses another crumb into the water below)
Mother Earth: "Don't play. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Why do you continue to hang around here?"
Father God: "Why do you?"
Mother Earth: "Probably because I feel wanted. You know? I feel like here I have purpose."
Father God: "I guess that's as good a reason as any, right? Why do you think they want you?"
Mother Earth: "What alternative have you given them? Heaven? Hell?"

(She pauses gets a crumb and tosses down to the water - both still are leaning on bridge gazing down to the water below - very casual not looking at one another, only the water but still in casual conversation.)

"They need me. I'm all they have really that is of some substance. They can reach down and grab fists fulls of furrowed soil. They can smell the fresh cut onions on sweltering summer days. Can they do that with you? Can they feel You, smell You? I'm what they need... to have and to feel."
Father God: "They're supposed to have more than You. And, you're not as you once were, you know, when I used to walk among you? You're not enough anymore than clay is enough to sustain a sculptors life. Do you follow them after words - when they sleep?"
Mother Nature: "I hold them when they sleep. Can you do that?"
Father God: "Are you challenging me? You forget your place in all the hype. Remember, I hold you."
Mother Nature: "Oh. (pauses for a moment) Right." (She turns to look at Him with a question - only the bag of crumbs remain on the bridge railing where He once leaned. She reaches into the bag and tosses another crumb to the water.)

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Okay, I'm no playwright... by any stretch of the imagination... but in light of today's "Global Holiday" - Earth Day - I had to contribute.

Why is humanity bent on worshiping anything and everything, but God? Man has always been misguided; from the Wiccans to the Druids to the Hindus to the Greeks. We have always been sold a bag of goods, today the bag of goods is made of grass hemp and filled with organic compost.

So you say, "Wow, Jeremy, you hate the Earth or what, dude?"

I love the Earth... okay, I like the Earth. Its my Hotel room for the moment on the trip home; and believe me I'm no Hotel trashing rock star. God wants us to be wise stewards of all the resources we have been given. From our money, to our families, to our nation to our world. It would be sin to treat with ill regard any tool we've been given. It's not wise. But, we humans are ridiculous. We set aside Earth Day Worship services and continue to neglect God who created this rock we humans love so much. We take it too far - as is our nature to do. We become Earth Worshipers. Just as Egypt devoted itself to worshiping Ra, Americans - westerners - are erecting temples to Terra.

Some things are devoted to destruction, and Terra just happens to be on the list. But, we will spend billions to prop up our idols. God is propped up by no one. He should be the real object of our focus and worship. Why don't we get that?

So, go ahead, recycle... Go green... buy your carbon credits. In a hundred years Terra will hold your shell... Who holds your soul?