Growing up on a farm in rural Mississippi before houses were air-conditioned, the two huge oak trees in the front yard provided shade and cool breezes on hot and humid days. After a morning in the fields, we had lunch in the shade. In the evenings, we sat on the porch and listened to sounds of dusk and night while we enjoyed the cool breezes.
We had fruit trees on the farm that gave us luscious apples and pears to eat and enjoy. The shores of the creek that ran by the farmhouse were filled with trees of every sort and type: pine, oak, elm, and many others. The trees and vegetation provided homes for all types of animals.
The world is made up of families and clans living in cities, towns, and rural areas. Diversity is God’s handiwork. Different types of trees exist together along a creek bank. There are no wars, arguments, or huge disagreements.
Why can’t people be like trees? Why can’t we exist in peace with different nationalities, ethnicities, races, sexual orientations, sex, and gender? Why do the rich want to control the poor? What makes white people feel superior? Why do the majority want to control the minority?
Why can’t we be more like trees? The world would surely be a much better environment to live.
Just a thought
The Curious Pilgrims 