Genesis 1: 28-31
God blessed them and said to them, “Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky and over every living creature that moves on the ground.”
Then God said, “I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours for food. 30 And to all the beasts of the earth and all the birds in the sky and all the creatures that move along the ground—everything that has the breath of life in it—I give every green plant for food.” And it was so.
God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning—the sixth day.
Could you go a year without buying new clothes? I was asked this recently by Farhana Yasmin at a workshop entitled ‘Where environment meets development’. I was surprised to learn that if the fashion industry was a country, its carbon emissions would be the same as Russia’s. Although a regular at the local charity shops, this fact really surprised me and has made me think twice about buying any new clothes. In the last few years people have really stepped up to changing their habits with reducing and reusing plastic, now it’s time to act against fast fashion. Join Jesuit Missions and the climate coalition on the 26th June to lobby MP’s to tell them that the UK can no longer contribute to climate change and the destruction of our common home.
God’s Grandeur –By Gerard Manley Hopkins, SJ
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not rock his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.