A message for those who can feel their hope slipping from their fingers:

 Humanity has two proverbial parents

they are Mother Nature

and Father History

Mother Nature gives us many things

She gave us life.

She gives us beauty in the world;

Birdsong, sunlight dancing on forest canopies, the gentle lap of the ocean against a rocky shore.

And yet we abuse Mother Nature

We pull at her hair

Scream for more treats and growl when they are not as we please.

We try to separate ourselves from our mother,

Then complain when we are lonely, or cold, or hungry.

Mother Nature is hurting, and we have hurt her.

Father History is different,

He gives us many things as well,

He teaches us of our mistakes and our triumphs.

He gave us art, philosophy, and religion.

He watches the world, our callous little bubble of control that we have built to keep out Mother Nature.

And we have disappointed him,

We fight with each other

We steal treats behind his back.

We cheat each other and put our brothers and sisters down to give ourselves more.

Not only that, but we often ignore Father History, seeing him as only the past, and nothing more.

He may seem distant, but nothing could be further from the truth.

It is true that at some times the world is more violent than at others.

And sometimes more or less people suffer.

But one thing is for sure:

For those who’ve beat down

and cheated

and stolen from

and spoken ill of their brothers and sisters,

For those who build themselves palaces while children starve

who send out jets and missiles into camps of refugees

who take money away from the sick and needy to give to the rich.

For those who choose day after day to go against God’s will for the world,

Father History is closer than he seems, and when he catches up—

There always has been,

and always will be,

Hell

To

Pay.