Orchids and Honey Bees

You can learn a lot from Radio 4 here in the UK. Driving home yesterday I caught part of a program on orchids. Did you know that the word orchid derives from a Greek word meaning testicles? Hmm. Maybe that’s not a bit of info to trot out at the next cocktail party but the program’s revelations didn’t end there.

It seems there is one of these extraordinarily beautiful flowers which emits the exact smell of a female honey bee, and does it at exactly the time that the bees are beginning to awaken in the warmth of spring and get out there to pollinate. Drawn to these orchids, they fertilise more than they imagine.

When I heard that my thoughts went straight to God. What an amazing God we have! What a creator – he can hold so many disparate thoughts at once, design whole solar systems and also the intricacies of orchids and honey bees. What an amazing world he has given us to live in. The most spectacular planet in the universe. Bursting with goodness, bubbling with life, gloriously beautiful. 

How it saddens me when I hear reports of plans to send explorers to Mars on a one-way ticket, with an eye to making it fit for populations. The idea seems that since we’re wrecking the earth at such a speed, we will just discard it on the cosmic dump and move on to some vastly inferior planet. That is such a fallen human response: we tend to use things for our own ends and discard the waste anyplace where we can’t see it. When the earth becomes full of trash rather than the glory of the Lord, we are making plans to dump it too, and move on.

Not me.

I realize I am only one infinitesimally small individual on this earth, but I pray that today I tread lightly. Today I spend myself rather than spend the earth’s resources. Today I do something to help remediate some of the harm we do by our profligate living and careless consumption.

God gave us this world to steward, to care for and enjoy. It’s time we got a grip on this responsibility and did it.

Mole Alert

What I want is a pretty garden with early spring bulbs blooming by the front door.

What the mole wants is a tasty treat to keep body and soul (does a mole have a soul?) together during the long winter months.

Looks like this time, anyway, the mole has munched his way through my spring planting. So what to do now? Mole trap? Cat? Physically dig the tunnel up and wreck his road to free grub?

Priorities. I am looking for a pretty welcome at the front door. The mole is trying to survive the winter. 

But hey, he’s only a mole. Plenty more where he comes from, aren’t there? If I just encourage the cats ... they may not actually catch and kill him, just scare him away into some other juicy larder.

Priorities. Hierarchies. Might makes right. I’m the one holding the spade. What good is the mole doing, anyway?

Now I’m thinking like a logger clearing out the Brazilian rain forest. Is that where this kind of thinking leads? I want to be a good steward of this beautiful earth the Lord has given us. But I’m not too sure how to do that.

I think I’ll drop this subject before my readers have me put away. And probably, I’ll just watch to see what the mole’s next move is... or more specifically, what his next meal is.