09/11/2025
When typhoons strike, when earthquakes shake the ground, when floods rise and destroy our homes, we cry out, “Lord, have mercy! Protect us!”
But when the skies clear, when the winds grow calm, when the world seems safe again, we forget.
We turn away from the very God we begged for mercy and we abuse the very Earth He gave us.
We throw garbage into rivers, killing the waters that once gave life.
We cut down forests, burning them for greed, silencing the songs of birds and the whispers of the wind.
We tear mountains apart with illegal quarrying and mining, as if the land were ours to wound.
We poison the air we breathe with smoke and toxins.
We drown the seas in plastic.
We waste food while others starve.
We take, and take, and take, until creation itself cries out in pain.
And then, when calamity strikes again, we ask, “Why, Lord?”
But perhaps the Earth is not punishing us. Perhaps it is simply weeping.
This world is not ours to destroy. It is God’s masterpiece, formed with His own hands, blessed before humanity existed, entrusted to us to care for, to protect, to love.
Yet we, His children, have become the destroyers of His creation.
Let this awaken our hearts.
If we can call on God to protect us from storms, then we must also protect His creation from our own neglect.
Every tree we plant, every river we clean, every piece of trash we refuse to throw away, these are acts of worship.
Every choice to respect and heal nature is a prayer far louder than any word we speak.
Because how can we say we love the Creator if we keep destroying His creation?
How can we ask for mercy when we show none to the Earth that sustains us?
Let us change before it’s too late.
Let us rise, not just to pray, but to protect.
Because the greatest form of praise is not only said with our lips, but lived with our hands, in the way we care for God’s most beautiful gift, our Earth.