Pressing On: Climate Change. Sign Me UP.

Saturday, February 9, 2019

Climate Change. Sign Me UP.

At this moment I realize how much of my life has been dictated by temperature.

My existence, by which I mean my activities, my vacations, my friends, my food, my health, my exercise, and even my family have been determined by temperature. I despise being cold - cold and damp to be exact. (At least I live on an island in the mid-pacific where it's neither of those things - BWAHAHA.) My life, my lifestyle, has been so entirely formed by climate that I don't think I would recognize it if it had been lived in another place.

What a different person I would be if I could tolerate the weather or, rather, if the weather would accommodate me. I love the outdoors - when it's warm, I love wading in the ocean - when it's warm, I like sleeping outside - when it's warm, I like walking, eating, playing, reading, gardening, talking etc. outside - when it's warm. A balmy 75F suits me JUST fine. I LOVE to feel the sun beating down on me, I LOVE finding shade because the sun is too hot, I can't describe how MUCH I LOVE drying off on the cement patio of an outdoor pool in the sun... oh bliss.

On the flip side rain. grey. mist. clouds. fog. make me want to cry. They make me want to curl up, shut the blinds, drink hot drinks, ignore the world, be fat and lazy. You will typically find me inside. If possible sitting wherever a shaft of sun has found it's way through the clouds to my window. No matter if it's the floor, the couch, pressed up against the sliding glass door. It feeds my soul. Whereas those unmentionables I mentioned once already, steal my soul, my motivation, my energy and my general goodwill toward mankind and myself. And certainly many a camping trip with my family.

So I wonder, these things I struggle against, how many are a construct of cold? How many relationships have withered because of dark, rainy nights too wet to drive, how many memories of camping with my kids have never happened, how many outdoor adventures with family declined, how many projects and plans have turned into mere survival in my quest to keep warm and dry?

Sunny the cat can't take it either ; )
and yes, I named my cat after my favourite celestial orb

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My Testimony

Well not really "my" testimony. It is a testimony to the saving power and grace of Jesus Christ, so it's His testimony.

SHORT VERSION:

Growing up in the Catholic Church, I became a born-again believer in 1993, at the age of 24.

MUCH LONGER VERSION:

Searching for Truth has been a part of my makeup since before my dad passed away 40+ years ago. I was almost eight, then, and not a day has gone by since that I haven't been on the hunt for what is True, worthy of pursuing, and worthy of living and dying for. I guess I've always been "deep" that way :)

I was attending the Catholic Church back when I was eight, and I sold out. Completely. If God was God, and He was as important as they were telling me, then I was going to learn every prayer, make the most ardent confessions, take communion with the purest soul, and be a nun. I even had a catechism teacher convinced I would be a saint one day.

When I look back I see what a strange creature I must have been! But I was absolutely sincere, and it boggled my mind as to why not everyone (grownups included) would not serve our Lord and His Church first and foremost--if that's what they claimed to believe. (Actually it still boggles.) So devout was I, that I won the award for being top of my seventh grade catechism class--a Bible.

The problems began when I started reading that Bible. And then I went to college. I was just finishing up the Old Testament and, being no less interested in the Truth, I pursued college courses in Philosophy, Anthropology, and Psychology (as well as Statistics and Algebra, but we won't go there). Things were not at all as I had expected.

I was shocked and disturbed to hear in my new classes that there were people, thinking people, who seemed to desire Truth as much as I, who did not hold a Catholic, Biblical, or even remotely Christian worldview. How could this be? Anybody who was sincerely after Truth would certainly discover that The Church held it. Wouldn't they?

Then I became even more shocked and disturbed. As I finished reading through the book of Revelation, (the last book of the Bible) I had to recognize that I had found no evidence for, and from what I could see, actually some direct contradiction to, most of the practices of the Catholic Church to which I'd been so devoted.

None of the these are found in the Bible:

Devotion to Mary.

Any mediator other than Jesus between man and God--including a priest.

Penance for reparation of sin.

Repeating prayers over and over (eg. the Rosary).

Calling another man "Father", as in spiritual father.

Confessing sins to another in hopes of absolution.

Any man being head of the Church.

and many more . . .

What?!?!??? I thought I must have missed it, I re-read. My mind became suspect. Hmmm. No wonder there was no emphasis in 15 years of church-going on having or reading a personal copy of the Bible.

It wasn't just the Church about which I became suspect; everything fell under my scrutiny. NO WAY was I going to believe grass was green just because it looked that way, and certainly not just because somebody told me it was. (In fact it's not green is it? It just reflects green, it's actually soaking in every other colour but green.) I entered a five-year period of chaos.

God was extremely merciful to me during this time. I did things which could have killed me, and things that could have affected me with besetting sin, or consequences that would have altered my life. I investigated other religions, I lived without God for a while (as much as one can) which was initially very liberating, but eventually confined me to what felt like insane circular thinking. God has used that time to continually convict me that the grass is not greener without Him, even if it looks that way. It's a mess of jumbled, muddy colours that cannot make sense or beauty.

Graciously, through odd and timely circumstances, God led me to a handful of select, sincere people from different walks of life who were all avidly seeking to walk the words of the Bible. After these years of seeking, and dead ends, and mistrust, and study, I had come to a reasonably firm conclusion that a) there was a powerful Creator responsible for the world (not profound, even Dawkins agrees with that! lol) and b) sheer evidence probably supported the God of the Jews if the idea of a "God" (versus merely some sort of "force") were to be entertained. I had done a lot of my homework but leery of committing to anything.

It took a long time -- over five years -- but on my 24th birthday in 1993, I took a terrifying leap-of-faith and turned it all over to the God of the Bible and His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ. For over 25 years I have actively put this Truth to the test and It has not failed me. I have failed It, but It, He, my Creator, stands steadfast, fulfilling His promises day-by-day to make me a new creature, a testimony, to His grace and power.