A spell of ecojustice excitement is already rising in my heart. SunDay, September 21, is going to be a great day for the good olde U.S. of A! But my dear wife of more than sixty years has already told me: “No way that day! You can’t go out to play!” This is that story.
It begins with words from the promo that introduced me to plans for my local demonstration:
“SunDay is a global day of action on September 21st, 2025, celebrating the unstoppable rise of clean energy. We’ll come together to showcase the power of the sun and wind – energy sources that can power our world without pollution.
“Our short walk (approx. 1 mile), led by joyous brass band music, will start at 1:00 pm at the Old South Church, and continue to the northeast corner of Boston Common, … followed by a brief multi-faith celebration of hope. All are welcome, especially families, whether guided by faith or personal conviction.”
If I were to say Yes-Yes to participating in this exciting action, guided, in my case, both by faith and by personal conviction, since you can’t have the first without the second, I would, of course, be elated. But, as I say, my wife tells me No-No, because she’s in the know-know: she’s well aware that because of my ninety-year-old arthritic knees my best is when I walk no more than thirty paces at a time and then rest for ten minutes. So any Yes-Yes to protest-marching by me would be problematic for sure. A couple of years ago, as a matter of fact, when she and I joined a such a march against three banks downtown, that march vigorously took off without me (and her) after the first bank. Because I couldn’t keep up.
“Fear not little fluke,” I hear the Lord whispering to the likes of me. And I think that I know what the Lord’s thinking, too. Something like this: “Have you ever thought of taking a cue from the Good Samaritan? Among other things, he gave money to pay the innkeeper to take care of the man who’d been attacked by thieves.”
Maybe a very, very, very good thing for me, and other seniors like me, to do in order to work for global ecojustice on SunDay, then, would be to contribute money to support the witness of those who publicly can march. Maybe I should commit to being that kind of boring follower of Jesus on SunDay, which, come to think of it, would be, in fact, if not in fun, still mean being a follower of Jesus.
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