This article posted today by a church member who is a friend of mine just shocked me. Here is an excerpt from the article:
In a recent sermon delivered at his Southern California mega-church headlined “When Government Rewards Evil and Punishes Good,” Pastor John MacArthur mocked Biden’s claims about the imagined threats facing America. “Our president said in the last month that the greatest threat to America, he said, on one occasion, is systemic racism, which doesn’t exist,” the pastor argued. “He said white supremacy, which doesn’t exist with any power. And then he said global warming, which doesn’t exist either, and if it does, God’s in charge of it.”
The congregation giggled as the pastor summarized Biden’s increasingly unhinged views about the alleged threats facing America. But then MacArthur dropped a bomb shell.
“In reality,” he said, “the greatest threat to this nation is the government.”
Say what?!! Global warming doesn’t exist, and if it does, God’s in charge of it. My heart is broken with these words. Talk about not taking responsibility for what we have done. I have no words. Instead I have written this prayer to my great Mother Earth.
Oh great Mother Earth, tonight my heart and eyes weep deeply for you. You are sick and dying, struggling to breathe, struggling to sustain us and replenish yourself. I feel your heaving and deep vomiting. I so want to put my arms around you and share with you my deep love and sorrow for how sick you are.
I want to tell you how deeply sorry I am for what we have done to you. We have raped and ravished you. We have taken and given no thanks or care for what you have given to us.
I know I cannot atone for all that we humans have done to you, but I want to fall on my face and tell you how sad and broken-hearted I am for all that has been done to you.
Every day you struggle to continue giving to us, while we continue to carelessly rape and plunder you. Even as you are slowly being suffocated and poisoned, you give back to those who have harmed you.
My heart is broken! My love for you comes from deep within and my sorrow overflows.
We were only asked to be stewards of your gifts—to give back as you have so generously given to us. That we have not done. I beg forgiveness.
May those of us who love you and tenderly try to care for your wounds bring healing to your heart and body. May the small gifts we bring to you be multiplied in the face of your loving heart. May we not be too late to save you, and thus save ourselves.
We are a small army, those of us who love and care for you. May the work of our hands and the love in our hearts be taken as a gift of repentance on the behalf of all the human race. May our love and gifts of service be enough to save you and the life you support.
I give you my heart, my love, and my tears.