Christians claim to long for that “house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens” that Paul of Tarsus wrote about in one of his letters to the church at Corinth. Yet we already have an abiding house not made with hands. It isn’t far off in some other dimension, but here and now.
We have trashed her, wounded her, desecrated her, yet in spite of all our walls and pavements, abuses, insults and depredations, Earth endures, ceaselessly renewing and sustaining, sheltering and inspiring. She is not defenseless, however, nor endlessly forgiving. We’d better learn to behave ourselves and cherish her life we share, before we find ourselves homeless in the dark.