This movie
shows three fish on their adventure through the ocean stumbling repeatedly
through a sea floor littered with cars, garbage, plastic and so on. It’s subtly done, and the fish characters
never make a big deal of it except when Dory gets tangled up in plastic and has
to be rescued by a marine biologist. It’s
sad that we have known about the giant island of plastic in the Great Pacific
Garbage Patch for years and no one has done anything about it. It’s sad that Victoria still dumps raw sewage
into the ocean, according to the Canadian Encyclopedia online. CBC reported last year that Montreal dumps
untreated sewage into the St. Lawrence, and that roughly 185-million litres of
raw sewage have been dumped into Winnipeg's rivers since 2004.
That’s about
74 Olympic sized swimming pools. I don’t
know how that compares to our town pool here across the street, but that’s a
lot of water. And when Toronto has a big
storm or Halifax’s aging pipes break down, well, let’s just say that it’s not
pretty.
Water is a
part of us, and a part of our world. It
is changing faster than we realize, and it shouldn’t take a cruise ship sailing
the North West Passage to get our attention, and to encourage us to encourage
the politicians to do something.
We’ve lost
our way. We’ve forgotten that we are
what we drink and that if we completely mess up our water systems, it’s going
to make Jeremiah’s description of desolation come true. The devastation of the fruitful earth is a
desecration and a reversal of Genesis 1 when God’s breathe, Ruach, blew over
the world and God saw that it was good.
Jeremiah reports God seeing what foolish humans have done, and it is definitely
not good. Is this what God wants for creation? Is this
what we call good stewardship?
Jesus talked
about going after and rescuing the insignificant, the least and the
littlest. Making an effort to hunt for
that tiny coin, abandoning the herd of sheep to go looking for a lost lamb, the
1 percent. The tiny insignificant things
do matter. When we monitor the quality
of water in the Athabasca River, when we invest in a low-flow shower head or a
dual flush toilet, when we change the way we brush our teeth to conserve the
water more carefully, when we drink water straight from the tap to remind
ourselves that water should be clean and potable and not controlled by
multinational corporations, when we keep asking our politicians, when will
first nations children in Canada all be guaranteed clean drinking water, when
we remember to not take for granted what we pump up from our wells, when we
remember to be careful when we clean up after an oil change or a painting
project, it does make a difference. It
may be a drop in the bucket, but it matters, folks! Those little actions, those attitudes and
questions will add up over time. A drop
of water, millions of times over, can carve out the Drumheller river valley, or
even the Grand Canyon.
We in the
United Church like to preach about a God who loves us, and I do believe in that
God. But there were times when my
children were small that I got exasperated with them. Sometimes they wandered off in the store when
I was trying to shop for something. A
few seconds later, I would be searching for them frantically until I would hear
‘would the mother of the little child please come to the jewelry counter’. I would feel frustrated that they hadn’t
listened, that I hadn’t watched closely enough over them, that it took only a
moment for them to move so fast. If God
is the creator of this beautiful blue planet, surely there is a need to honor
that creation by whatever little steps we can take to cherish it. Because from all accounts, there isn’t a lot
of water nearby and even if we harvested clean water on Mars and brought it
back here, I’m not sure we could get it here fast enough to help the fish and
the whales and other creatures in the ocean and rivers. They don’t have a voice, unlike Dory and Nemo
and Marlin, and we do. May we do our
best to keep doing our best to speak up for this beautiful world before it is
lost into the vision Jeremiah painted so bleakly many centuries ago. God help us find the vision, the words and
the backbone to speak for the lost ones, confront the foolish ones and challenge
the complacent ones, especially when we are the lost, foolish and complacent
ones. God have mercy on us all. Amen.
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