I'm Thinking

This week is a week when the Mayor of Vancouver wishes he had more motor vehicle lanes than bicycle lanes. His Global warming ideology is not very popular. Though he says we will not see a winter like this one for 50 years, many are doubtful for good reasons. We helped push two cars on our street, either to get on the road, or back on their driveway. We also sold a bag of salt (at a financial loss) to my east Indian neighbour, who we adore very much. Neither of them drive anymore, and we must step up to helping them periodically.
 As I sit warming up from shoveling much snow, and salting the driveways I am meditating on many things: the tremendous pressure nature faces in the midst of all the pesticides, clear cutting of forests, the waste in our oceans. The mere survival of wildlife and humans is taking on a toll for at least 100 years now. My birdseed's in the ice-cream bucket outside remind me of these helpless creatures.

I'm thinking also of how our youth are brainwashed in universities, and how free speech, is not tolerated, but called racist and biggot.

I'm thinking of the upcoming elections in France, Australia, Germany among other places, and the riots that will no doubt ensue, even as we witness the marches in Romania and the United States.

I'm thinking of the War in the Ukraine, and the Christian refugees still looking for a home.

I'm thinking of the Superbowl, and how the Illuminati will make it's wicked presence known yet once again this day. I'm thinking how sports has become a god to many.

But mostly, I'm thinking of the youth, the lonely, the misunderstood. I'm thinking of those who are seeking an escape. Those who are running to be sedated from the world. My nurse daughter indicates that they must hit rock bottom first.. I say, we must reach them before. Show love, show kindness, be that listening ear to them. Love without action is dead.  A youth who moved in across our street is leaving his uncles home at night to smoke his weed. I must reach him.

A black man up our street, came walking by and helped us shovel our car out of the snow. He is a neighbour I never met before. He had no coat. I ran inside to find him one. Our talk must match our walk. The bible says faith without works is dead.