This is what I have decided:

God wants you to recycle.

I am sick of hearing about people who don’t care about recycling, and I am sick of hearing about people tell me why I should go to church. I think that everyone’s relationship with God should be their own, and I think that God would probably tell you to recycle.I have had countless people tell me, “You should join a church.” Blah blah blah, God this, God that. And some of those very same people go around throwing their plastic in the garbage, tossing gum out the window of their car, “forget” that milk cartons can be put in the blue bin. What is the matter with everyone?

God gave us this one world, right? And we’re supposed to live here, hang out a while, be nice to people, and head over to him when we’re done? Cool…so why wouldn’t we clean up after ourselves?

After all, he did all that creating for a reason, and I am pretty sure he designed it the way he did for a reason. So we took down some trees, put up some houses, explained to God we needed somewhere to live. He got that, right? Dwellings have been around awhile, and since there hasn’t been a huge disaster, I guess he understands.

But then, we pushed it. We needed a pool, some TV, some video games, the spa, a place to get our hair done, somewhere to buy our clothes, somewhere to store the stuff we don’t need anymore. We need soda and junk food and plastic and Styrofoam and Tupperware. We need cell phones, house phones, computers, iPods. Oh, and chargers for all those things. We swear, God. We need them because we are humans. And we need them because everyone else has them. We need them because we’re humans who are more advanced than other animals. And you made us that way.

Well fine. We have houses, and TVs, and video games, and spas. And I use all those things. But the least we can do for God, the very least we can do, is pick up our shit when we’re done.

And, if not for God, for our children. Or our siblings’ children. Our friends’ children. Whoever.

So, people, pick up your shit. Separate it, recycle. Hold your can until you get home if you have to, put it in a blue bin. Use both sides of paper, and unplug stuff you’re not using.

Try harder, everyone. OK? Could you do that for me? For the kids you know? For God?

For Earth?

Thanks.

peace/love.