Morning Meditation: Climate Change and Hope

Dear God of all creation, You who spoke the oceans into their boundaries and set the stars wheeling in their courses, This morning I watched frost form on my window — tiny, intricate crystals that will vanish by noon. And I thought of the glaciers, those ancient cathedrals of ice that have been whispering Your name for ten thousand years, now retreating like a congregation slipping out the back door.…