The New York Times has a piece today titled "Of Church and Steak" about religious groups getting involved in humane, sustainable farming.
It’s a good piece, but there is a bemused tone underneath that irks me slightly. You don’t have to be a member of an organized religion to understand that there is religion in a good relationship with this beautiful green earth.
What question in all of human life has more religious meaning than the question of what we do with this planet, God’s gift to us? What form of worship comes close to putting plants in the ground and making a divine design even more lovely and productive? What form of grace is more transcendent than the one that occurs when you stick your nose into an Oriental lily? What miracle is more miraculous than the manure cycle? I don’t know about you, but loaves and fishes are NOTHING compared to what is happening in my garden at the moment concerning squashes.
Whether you belong to some church other than the Church of Plant Delights or no, I’m convinced that all of us gardeners, to a one, are pantheists. Can you be an atheist and be a gardener? I don’t see how.