If you’re like me, you’re captivated by economic, political, social, theological issues. I like to contemplate the discovery of grand plans and heroic actions that will save the world, the economy, the society, the church. Whenever my mind goes off into the ether of supposed all-encompassing solutions to global or national crises, I find that it’s important to be brought back to the earth—the earth, in fact, in my own backyard. ["Roadmap" image source]
Wendell Berry is just the right guy to knock me off my high horse, which he does so aptly in his classic essay “The Gift of Good Land.” In the essay Berry takes a number of cues from John Milton’s Paradise Lost. These lines are the key lines:
[How] apt the mind or fancy is to rove
Unchecked, and of her roving is no end;
Till warned, or by experience taught, she learn
That not to know at large of things remote
From use, obscure and subtle, but to know
That which before us lies in daily life,
Is the prime Wisdom.
Berry elaborates on the uselessness of knowing “at large of things remote from use, obscure, and subtle” in reference to world hunger:
As is characteristic of industrial heroism, the professed intention here is entirely salutary: nobody should starve. The trouble is that “world hunger” is not a problem that can be solved by a “world solution.” Except in a very limited sense, it is not an industrial problem, and industrial attempts to solve it—such as the “Green Revolution” and “Food for Peace”—have often had grotesque and destructive results. “The problem of world hunger” cannot be solved until it is understood and dealt with by local people as a multitude of local problems of ecology, agriculture, and culture.
He reminds us that the local, daily acts of skillful stewardship and self-restraint are the solution to global problems:
The great study of stewardship, then, is “to know/That which before us lies in daily life” and to talk about skill. In the loss of skill we lose stewardship; in losing stewardship we lose fellowship; we become outcasts from the great neighborhood of Creation. It is possible—as our experience in this good land shows—to exile ourselves from Creation, and to ally ourselves with the principle of destruction. . . . And once we have allied ourselves with that principle, we are foolish to think that we can control the results. The “regulation” of abominations is a modern governmental exercise that never succeeds. If we are willing to pollute the air—to harm the elegant creature known as the atmosphere—by that token we are willing to harm all creatures that breathe, ourselves and our children among them. There is no begging off or “trading off.” You cannot affirm the power plant and condemn the smokestack, or affirm the smoke and condemn the cough.
That is not to suggest that we can live harmlessly, or strictly at our own expense; we depend upon other creatures and survive by their deaths. To live, we must daily break the body and shed the blood of Creation. When we do this knowingly, lovingly, skillfully, reverently, it is a sacrament. When we do it ignorantly, greedily, clumsily, destructively, it is a desecration. In such desecration we condemn ourselves to spiritual and moral loneliness, and others to want. [Bread making image source]
This seems to suggest that there’s a lot more meant by the beginning of “The Lord’s Prayer”:
KEY SCRIPTURE:
Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us today our daily bread (Matthew 6:9-11).
My prayer: “Lord, make me more skillful in attending well to the daily things.”

His description of using the Congregational form of baptism by “sprinkling” has to make you chuckle—as well as his comment about his friend who thought they should have been totally immersed: “Those cats should have been grateful I was not [a Baptist].”
We did respect the Sacraments, but we thought the whole world of those cats. I got his meaning, though, and I did no more baptizing until I was ordained. . . . I still remember how those warm little brows felt under the palm of my hand. Everyone has petted a cat, but to touch one like that, with the pure intention of blessing it, is a very different thing. It stays in your mind. For years we would ponder what, from a cosmic viewpoint, we had done to them. It still seems to be a real question. There is a reality in blessing, which I take baptism to be, primarily. It doesn’t enhance sacredness, but it acknowledges it, and there is a power in that. I have felt it pass through me, so to speak. The sensation is of really knowing a creature. I mean really feeling its mysterious life and your mysterious life at the same time. [Kitten image 

animals, and people (who have often spurned intimacy with their Creator/Savior)—offer their praise. Central to it all is the recognition that the Lord is above both heaven and earth.
For those who are familiar with
Think it through with me as I try to squeeze a lot of theology, philosophy, and sociology into a short space. One of the most significant aspects of man’s fall into sin was our Creator’s curse. Because we know that God works out all things for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose, and because we know He loves the creature made in His image, we can believe this curse had an ultimately beneficial purpose and was an act of tough love.
which would now resist his efforts to wrest it to his own glory, selfishly hoard it, and destroy its fruitfulness. Sinful, self-centered man having perpetual life and easy access to all the fruit of the earth was a disaster in the making; so God did two other things to protect His creation from the evil of sinful man: He closed the Garden and prevented re-entry with His armed angelic host, and He took away our access to the tree of life: daily sustenance that would give mankind unending life (and which, praise God, we will once again have access to according to the
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