Road Trip
A vast brownish landscape stretched under a vast blue sky. Apocalyptic-looking industrial farms spew out fumes. On the side of the highway, billboards warn against driving under the influence, advertise addiction treatments, and proclaim that Jesus loves me.
I wonder
Does He, really?
I wonder
What about the Earth?
I search online for images of what this land used to look like, what it should look like. Nothing comes up. I vaguely recall stories of tall grasses and bison. I recall stories of abundance. There were Indigenous communities here once.
I wonder
What does Jesus think of all this?