Lord God, maker of heaven and earth, who filled it with creatures who look to you, and whose spirit renews the face of the ground:
I cannot help but think that this massive pause or shutdown or shelter in place means a kind of sabbath for the land: rest, sigh, break, relief. An awakening of kinds.
Surely among the sins of our time is the pillage of this planet of yours. We took stewardship and made it subjection, dominion as license for destruction, and often explored only for exploitation. And lest us we soothe ourselves that such wealth is shared, make us see how often that profit is on backs of the poorest among us.
None of us has clean hands.
I pray for the restoration and renewal of creation. I ask you to restrain the hearts and hands of those who would plunder and spoil for selfish gain or the “greater good.”
Make us faithful stewards of your creation as part of our praise-full obedience.
May your glory endure forever and may your tree’s leaves bring healing to the nations.