I recycle. Cans, glass jars, plastic bottles, newspapers, and paper bags go in the recycling bins every day. I place the blue bins on the curb every Sunday night. A newspaper article said that the processing of all this recycled stuff actually costs the city money. It is not profitable. Well, that’s okay with me. I recycle because it’s the right thing to do. The thought of burying a plastic bottle that will not decompose is repugnant.
In O’Hare Airport in Chicago there are special spigots where people can refill their plastic water bottles. This makes it cool to use less plastic which might otherwise end up in a landfill where it will be a thousand years from now. In the Pacific Ocean there are giant islands of plastic and styrofoam, the flotsam and jetsam of a wasteful civilization. This refuse is not only ugly, but dangerous to marine life. It’s shameful.
So while it’s a minor inconvenience to separate the trash and recycle the plastic, I do it. It’s the right thing to do.
The same is true of other decisions. For example, wearing a seat belt wrinkles my shirts. (Connie tells me she’d rather see a wrinkled shirt than have a crumpled husband!) It’s the right thing to do. Eating healthy foods instead of fast foods is less convenient and more expensive. It’s the right thing to do. Meeting with others in the church for the sole purpose of praying, may not seem like the most exciting of activities. We may associate prayer meetings with church ladies and boring recitations of old people’s ailments. The fact is, however, that prayer, group prayer, is the default position for the family of faith. Without it, the church is impotent and ineffective. Prayer is the engine of the church.
We come together at 6:45 p.m. on Wednesdays, not because of what we get out of it, or because it’s cool, or because we feel like it. We pray together because God asks us to. It’s the right thing to do.