A Throwaway Culture

The 20th century was characterized as one of over-consumption, particularly in the United States.

For instance, I remember when disposable diapers came into being. Although Pampers were on the market in the early 1960’s, Nate and I didn’t try them until 1977, when we had three little ones. We used disposables as a luxury when taking our babies to the church nursery or friends’ homes. Cloth diapers had to be rinsed in the toilet, then packed in plastic and taken home for washing.

These days disposable diapers are big business, and very few parents use cloth. On the plus-side, they’re sterile enough for the most sensitive bottom, and of course they eliminate the need to stand over a toilet bowl. On the down side, disposables have become difficult to dispose of, filling landfills and producing strange gasses as they decompose.

But diapers aren’t the only thing we throw away these days. Hospitals are also famous for their volume of waste. For example, delivery room drapes used to be made of cotton, washed and returned to the maternity floor in neat stacks looking much like any homemaker’s laundry. In the 1980’s disposable drapes arrived, and waste volume grew. The list of hospital disposables is lengthy, but they aren’t the only culprits.

Statistics prove we throw away nearly half of the edibles available to us, too, and the packaging they come in keeps our garbage trucks rolling. Recycling has helped as we’ve slowly learned how to do it, although in Michigan where we live, the programs are still “haul-your-own.”

What does God think of waste and recycling? He might say, “I gave you a beautiful world to enjoy, chuck full of riches. Take care of it with excellence.”

In the Garden of Eden, he gave Adam and Eve dominion over everything he’d created, which didn’t mean they could neglect or ruin it but should care for it with wisdom. I wonder if Adam and Eve had to guard how they viewed the earth and its animals. Being as involved as they were, naming them, tending the gardens, living off the fruit of the land, did they ever ascribe higher status to the creation than God had intended? All of it must have been a wonder to them.

Today it’s not difficult to get off track. In our desire to conserve natural resources, we’re liable to elevate the elements to idol status. God created everything, but God is not in everything. His influence can be seen in all parts of the natural world, but nature is not to be worshipped. Once in a while the line between appreciation and reverence becomes blurred.

A good question is, “How much thought and time do I spend on caring for the earth, compared to thought and time spent with the Lord?”

I’ve decided not to worry about the mountain of diapers in our trash can. We’re just working to care for five little bottoms, and all of them are part of God’s creation.

“The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it. The world and all its people belong to him.” (Psalm 24:1)

Psalm of Surrender

We all know the familiar Scripture passage from the Book of Job that’s been repeated so often people think it’s folklore: “The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away.”

This verse is Job’s response to unspeakable loss: his ten children, his herds, his home, his employees and his health, all gone in just a few minutes. The loss of life alone was enough to overwhelm even the strongest believer in God.

The Lord still gives and takes away today. He took Nate from us but then gave us Micah, Evelyn and Thomas. He took our house in a sale that was necessary but then gave us the Michigan cottage full time. He took everything from Job but then gave it all back later.

That, however, isn’t always how it works.

Sometimes God takes from us in multiples (as he did from Job) but doesn’t give anything back. It’s never without good reason, but when we’re in a loss-phase that makes no sense, we plead with God to make it end.

Our family refers to the year 2005 as “the year of death” because of the six precious family members we lost in eight months. In January we traveled to California for the memorial service of my Dad’s brother, Uncle Edward. In mid-March, three died on the same weekend, one only 23 years old: my Aunt Joyce who mentored me, my cousin’s daughter Amy in a hit-and-run accident, and my mom’s brother, Uncle Jack. Two weeks later, on April 5, Mom died, and that summer my brother’s father-in-law also passed away. We wondered, “Who’s next?”

None of us could explain it then, nor can we now. But the alternatives are either to surrender to the mystery of what God is doing or trust in our own short-sightedness.

Sometimes the Lord asks us to undergo losses less significant than death but nevertheless important: a job, a house, a friendship, a boyfriend, money. My own family members experienced multiple losses in 2008-2009, even before Nate had cancer. One day during my prayer time I had nothing to say to God, no questions, no praises, no thank you’s.

As I sat completely depleted, not knowing what to do, he put a thought into my mind: “Write Me a Psalm.”

I wasn’t sure if it was my crazy idea or God’s good one. After looking at a few of the biblical Psalms, I realized many of them were written about losses: of reputation, health, friendships, power, safety, homes, physical strength and more. Although the Psalms were Spirit-inspired, if I wrote one it would be un-inspired. Still, I knew I could write something from my heart.

The biblical psalmist often began by detailing his burden of loss, but then ended with a personal surrender to God. I decided to follow that model and hoped my words would honor the Lord. And since the Book of Psalms is described as poetry, I also decided to use rhyme.

Tomorrow I’ll post my un-inspired but very sincere “Psalm of Surrender.”

“The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.” (Job 1:21)

Help for Beggars

We got an early start today, leaving Michigan well before sunrise. After dropping Nelson at O’Hare, Birgitta, Jack and I set off on a day of adventure, starting with a big Chicago breakfast. We worshiped at Moody Church, then headed for “The Magnificent Mile,” joining in with the shopper’s parade along beautiful Michigan Avenue.

As we walked, we were both disturbed to see beggars on every corner. Some were shaking cups of coins, calling to passers-by, while others barely peeked out from beneath their hoods or behind their signs. We saw men and women, young and old, and all were begging for money.

Literally hundreds of shoppers streamed past, ignoring the beggars and their pleas for help. As Birgitta and I shared a McDonald’s lunch, we tried to answer the many questions prompted by the presence of so many beggars. Were they hungry as their signs said? When did they last eat? Were they homeless? Where did they last sleep? Did they have families? How did they come to this?

As we talked, new questions arose. Would it be an insult to put only coins into their cups? And if we put money in one, shouldn’t we put it in all? Should we carry a roll of bills for this purpose? Would McDonald’s gift cards be better? Or maybe a scarf? A hat? Would a smile without a practical gift seem cavalier?

My dad served on the board of Pacific Garden Mission for several decades, believing in their work with the poor. He used to keep PGM business cards in his pocket for the homeless, telling them if they walked over to the mission, they’d receive a meal, a clean bed and whatever clothing they needed. Were these cards a blessing to the recipient or a disappointment?

After leaving Birgitta at Union Station to travel with hundreds of other students back to Iowa, I drove home to Michigan, bothered by what we’d seen today. I felt guilty for not having given of myself or my money. Although I had cards for “GettingThroughThis” in my pocket, they seemed inadequate for such severe problems.

I decided to pray about these struggling souls, asking God what to think (or do) about them. His answer came quickly: “Take your cue from Jesus. What did he do about beggars?”

When I got home, I checked, and the one thing Jesus always did was help. But he inevitably connected it to faith in himself as God’s Son. He linked his practical gifts (such as healing) to the Gospel’s truth.

I thought back to Dad’s method of helping beggars, giving them the PGM cards. Because the mission offered worship services and presented the Gospel before meals, he had it right. His card was a ticket to both practical help and the truth of Jesus’ eternal healing.

So, what should Birgitta and I have done today? Gifts of money, hamburgers or hats would have been OK but incomplete. If we’re to follow Jesus’ example, a PGM card, a GettingThroughThis.com card or another piece of Scripture coupled with money, hamburgers or hats would have been much better.

Tangible gifts do help, but only temporarily. The powerful help of the Gospel goes on forever.

“Though [Jesus Christ] was rich, yet for your sake he became poor, so that you by his poverty might become rich.” (2 Corinthians 8:9b)