Cold Day, Hot Breakfast, Warm Hearts
It’s
27 degrees outside. I didn’t want to leave the cozy stove to make
breakfast. So,
after a little inspirational reading, I tried an experiment I
should have tried long ago.
The
eggs and bread came from Esther
and David Miller at the Jeffersonville Farmers’ Market (Winter Market is in
our church’s gym). Butter came from an Amish farm nearby. I sliced a tomato
from our garden to slip between toast and eggs, and added a dollop of applesauce on the side, made from apples from an abandoned tree three blocks away. Don chopped the fuel from our own fallen trees, the last of the ones that Hurricane Ike blew over in 2008. That fan, by the way, runs on the stove’s own heat, and the catalytic combustor reburns the smoke so the stove’s emission is no more than that of a cigarette, or so we are told.
While
eating by the fire, I read the article in today’s paper about our
recentCrosstown
Pilgrimagesto the River Road Islamic Center and Assumption Greek Orthodox
Church.
Yesterday I spoke with a group of Louisville Seminary students and faculty about the importance of faith communities in addressing environmental issues, especially climate change, as part of the school’s Green Week. It was heartening to see so many there, especially on a busy day. Kudos to Rebecca Townsend, the seminary’s sustainability coordinator, to her field ed supervisor Dianne Reistroffer, and to the seminary for creating the position.
My Thoughtful Christian study The Exile: A Key to Understanding the Old Testament came out this morning too. It’s a pretty good study for considering the realities of exile today.
Tomorrow I’ll make fairtrade coffee on the stove with warm local milk. Yum.