Being green, Lessening your carbon footprint. Saving electricity. Loving your fellow people (and using inclusive descriptives inoffensively). Helping rescue animals. Those don’t even touch choosing a school for your children or eating healthy, or a good decision about refugees on the border. Reading books on any topic or clipping newspaper articles just create almost equal stacks of pro and con that seem to vary with the day. The option of discussing intelligently with a group of friends does not exist. Do something else for a bit while I go lie down with a cool rag on my forehead.
Ok, Here’s my problem. I believe in recycling. It reduces what goes to landfills. I started 40 years 
ago when aluminum cans could be taken to machines that weighed and spewed out some coins, enough to buy a treat at the end of a month. No more of that. Then our neighborhood had a recycle area of several parts: paper, and colored glass and plain glass (please consider apartments across the street and dump between 6:00a.m. and 10:30 p.m.). Plastics were tumbled together, and tin cans had a section to themselves. Plastic bags went to a grocery store and supposedly had a new life as sports jackets. Revealed truth now is that dumping everything together in a green bin means fewer companies want to buy and separate. Good ecological choices and good economics don’t always mesh.
Let’s move on. (Pun intended) My current car may be my last one. While not 21st century efficient, neither is it a gas guzzler. I am almost the little old lady who drives it just to church and the grocery store. I don’t think I am responsible enough to remember to plug an electric in at night, or alert enough to handle moving ahead swiftly and silently with a tap on the accelerator. Gas pedal can become a vestigial word, still there like an appendix, useful, yet renamed. How responsible do I need to be about pollutants in the air from a crowded freeway compared to the necessity of moving a daily workforce and the time schedule of soccer moms?
On days when I doubt the effectiveness of my stewardship to the world, I go to a poem by Bonaro Overstreet. “You say the little efforts that I make will do no good; they never will prevail to tip the hovering scale…. I don’t think I ever thought they would. But I am prejudiced beyond debate in favor of my right to choose which side shall feel the stubborn ounces of my weight.” If I and someone else make a compost pile, speak nicely to the checkout lady, make a monetary donation for a need that touches us, soon we will have enough ounces to make a pound. Maybe even enough to tip the scale.
Who then is the faithful and wise steward, whom his master will set over his household?
Luke 12:42
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