Talk is Cheap

I really can’t think of much to say that I haven’t already said before. The codicil to my will that nothing appear on my tombstone other than the words “Talk is Cheap” is sincere. There are so many things that need to change—and change soon—for the Kingdom come on Earth to be actualized that I am becoming discouraged at the prospect. Just a relatively simple little thing like reducing our dependence upon gasoline seems an insurmountable impossibility that will eventually be dealt with only involuntarily in reaction to the inevitable crisis that looms before us. God knows (or does He?) what would be required to move humankind to adopt Albert Schweitzer’s reverence for life in order to heal our relationships with one another and the planet upon which we live. I understand that it is important not to give up hope. I also understand that hope is grounded in faith and love. If ever there was a time to intelligently and diligently seek the dynamic of these three forces—faith, hope, love—this is it. But wait! Isn’t there a bridge to nowhere that needs to be built in Alaska?