GOD BLESS EVANGELICALS & GOD BLESS US ALL

“Oh, to have been a fly on the wall in the White House when word came of an evangelical call to action on global warming. Not only are President Bush's most reliable backers urging immediate reversal of his do-nothing policies, they are speaking out in potent, stirring terms, drawing strength from a fusion of faith and science.
Noting that ‘everything hinges on the scientific data,’ the Evangelical Climate Initiative puts its position plainly: ‘(M)any of us have required considerable convincing before becoming persuaded that climate change is a real problem and that it ought to matter to us as Christians. But now we have seen and heard enough ... evangelicals must engage this issue without any further lingering over the basic reality of the problem or humanity's responsibility to address it.’
This statement, signed by more than 80 evangelical leaders, says immediate action to address global warming is a moral imperative with two prongs: the duty to exercise responsible stewardship over God's work, sometimes called ‘creation care,’ and the obligation to protect the world's poorest people, who will be especially vulnerable to such impacts as rising sea levels, droughts, hurricanes and epidemics.”
Even the tolerant Virgil, who personally knows thoughtful, caring evangelicals, can at times get so angry with the administration and others that he labels all of them. I hope I never do it again. James Dobson, for example, who was one of a group that forced the National Association of Evangelicals to withhold endorsement of the call, would, in my opinion, still be mean spirited ideologue no matter what his religious views and would merely find another vehicle with which to spread his self-righteous venom. We really need to learn to accept each other and work together on the common ground that we find. Maybe we can start by singing Lord Mr. Ford. Written by Dick Feller and recorded by Jerry Reed over 30 years ago, it has some good lines. Altogether now:

Oh, how I long for the good ol' days
Without that carbon monoxide haze
A-hangin' over that roar on the interstates. . .

Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see
What your simple horse-less carriage has become
This world was once a garden spot
But now it's one big parkin' lot
Lord, Mr. Ford, what have you done?

Come away with me, Lucille
In my smokin', chokin' automobile!