|Reusable shopping bags|
My recycling is extending to my work at church. I keep a file of my children’s sermons, and several times lately I have pulled out, and used, something from 2009. Wondrously, no one seems to remember that I have told these tales before (most of the kids were tiny babies back then anyway, and the sermons themselves do not exactly rival Billy Graham’s.) Last weekend I was the chaplain for the Southeastern PA Lutheran synod’s senior high youth gathering. One of my duties was to assemble a prayer center for the kids to go through, and guess what? I lifted every single station from the Christ’s Lutheran prayer centers I have designed in years
|Stations of the Cross--one more time!|
“Waste not, want not” was not exactly the Cunningham motto when I was growing up. I have no memory of eating leftovers, we never drove used cars, and my sisters and I didn’t share clothes much (probably because by the time C came along we had misplaced everything wearable). Mom drank her daily 20 cups of tea out of plastic, throw-away “cozy cups” and I recall the piles of used cups all over the house. So I come by my ignorance of salvaging naturally.
However, as I have discovered, it’s never too late to learn better habits. I find myself thinking often about the world our Aiden will live in, a world we humans have done a pretty fair job of messing up in every way. At times it seems there is little we can individually do to improve the state of things. But re-using, re-purposing, and sharing the items in our lives can really make a difference.
So I am trying to “play it again” as often as I can. And nowadays, it feels pretty good, when people ask me “what’s new?” to say “not much.”