We’re blowing the party whistles at the latest news: TIME magazine selected Climate Scientist Katharine Hayhoe, a bonafide evangelical Christian, as one of the world’s one hundred most influential people. Her honest awe-shucks demeanor comes as a relief in our shrill world, and she defies Lynn White’s 1967 essay that portrayed Christianity as the source of environmental evil
Tag Archives: Green evangelical
April 25, 2014
An Evangelical Christian who is also an environmentalist is thrilled to shake hands with the president — and America survived
April 16, 2014
Mitch Hescox, the CEO of the Evangelical Environmental Network — a fine man who has shown vast patience with grumps like me — wrote the following reflection for Holy Week. I lifted the first couple of paragraphs and then provided a link to the original site. You’re a good man, Mitch. It’s rare to have […]
November 25, 2013
Leah Kostamo has liberated me. I can now face my dark side: I love everything from sloths to moss and serve on three eco-friendly boards, but most environmental literature reminds me of toothpaste-flavored herbal tea – with no sweeteners allowed (carcinogens, you know). Guilt is slung like linguini. Humor and joy are banned, and bang the drumbeat of shame on Christians, who supposedly believe in the biosphere’s annihilation.
August 10, 2013
The term, “mea-culpa” is Latin for, “I’m an idiot.” Philologists squabble over nuance, of course. Some offer footnote-laden papers supporting “jerk” while young’n restless revisionists fight for “dolt” and “dweeb.” It gets ugly at academic conferences what with all the hurled epithets, ruined reputations, and tossed fruit salads. And no follow-up mea-culpas. Such is academia’s […]
July 15, 2013
There it was, in my inbox, the cautionary and age-old question from a fellow veteran in the war against climate-change denial: Should evangelicals promoting the scientific consensus favor diplomatic gentility or prophetic indignation? Do we follow John the Baptist (“You brood of vipers!”) or Titus 3:2 (“be peaceable and considerate, and always to be gentle […]
June 13, 2012
Nancy Sleeth has eaten the fish and spat out the bones. She looks beyond the group’s obvious flaws, learns from their attributes and applies their lessons in “Almost Amish: One Woman’s Quest For a Slower, Simpler, and More Sustainable Life.” The result: An entertaining, thought-provoking, refreshing, nuts-and-bolts manual for those of us who feel enslaved to the grid and our gas guzzlers.
June 12, 2012
Don’t look now, but this creaky ship might be turning: After months of conference calls and drafts and re-drafts, a group of Evangelical Protestants and Roman Catholics has released a Joint Declaration on Life, which sees links “between those who seek to defend human life and those who seek to protect creation.” In other words, pro-life and ecological activism swims in the same river. Signatories are invited.
May 14, 2012
A question for the eco-friendly: Can we see those outreached hands? They’re there, waiting for us, just beyond the fog of our prim, finger-wagging islands. Surveys show that three out of four U.S. voters favor regulating carbon dioxide emissions; some conservatives are reminding their kin of the word, “conserve”; and faith leaders are framing climate change as a moral issue …
December 10, 2011
I feel the ground rumble as the panic-stricken advertisers stampede. Someone just told them we should rescue Advent from its kidnappers and let it roam all year. Advent was meant to be a season of prayer and fasting, with the look and feel of Lent. The shopping malls would open late and close early. We would slow down and dwell in Christ. Activists would join contemplatives in the ancient disciplines of stillness, meditation and contemplation — all of which would kindle a cool fire enflamed with resolve, conviction, compassion, and contentment. We’d be peaceful enthusiasts, free from the allure of gaudy knick-knacks forged from the fossils’ ooze.
November 30, 2011
I face a question and a challenge as I grope my way into activism. The question: What do I do when the river that swept me into the life of Christ now empties into a toxic swamp? The very word, “evangelical,” which once conjured images of joyful Jesus Freaks, conveys political intimidation. It’s as if Ayn Rand’s spirit descended and screeched on Pentecost: “Be selfish and shrill!” But then comes the challenge: Why am I so late? Why did I hide behind the term, “peacemaker,” and avoid the loving confrontation so necessary for true shalom? Why did I wait until I was personally hurt?