Jesus' Carbon Footprint

Mack Hall

The (Anglican) bishops of London and Liverpool want you to cut back on carbon for Lent.

Senator Obama’s supporters, shoaling from event to event, might chant “Yes, we can! Yes, we can!” over and over without thinking about it, while the more perceptive carbon-based life form, thinking for himself, might ask the Bishops of London and Liverpool “Why?”

Does Governor Huckabee give up squirrel for Lent? Just a thought.

The Bishops of London and Liverpool in holy conclave in Trafalgar Square, the heart of the Christian world, tell us that a carbon fast during these forty days of Lent will raise awareness (awareness has been raised constantly since 1968; it must be quite high by now) of global warming and how our energy-hungry lifestyles are hurting poor communities.

Yes, you, reading this column under a light bulb – that light bulb is starving a child somewhere. Have you no shame? Turn that light bulb off, sit in the dark, and meditate on how some kid now has a steak dinner because you are sitting in the dark.

Other forms of denial, according to the Bishop of London and the Bishop of Liverpool, include avoiding plastic bags.

Yes, the devout Christian has always associated self-indulgence with Demon Plastic Bags. Many a poor wife has had to force her way into a grimy East End pub with her starving children in order to shame her husband away from consuming freezer bags among bad companions.

One employee of Tearfund (wherever one finds a bishop, one finds a fund), of which the Bishop of Liverpool just happens to be vice-president, will camp outside the charity’s offices in Teddington (which is not Liverpool), in order to reduce his carbon footprint to that of “an average Malawian farmer.”

Carbon footprints are bad things, of course, soiling the rug and so on.

Just why this employee of Tearfund wants to reduce his carbon footprint probably eludes even the poor farmer in Malawi, who would probably like to expand his carbon footprint through ownership of a nice little tractor. Our hypothetical farmer, working hard to make a living as he observes his government officials zipping around in nice cars, must ask why his carbon footprint must be the standard for anything. The Bishop of London, who surely takes the tube, not his car, to his look-at-me events, called for individual and collective action.

One can only imagine that our farmer in Malawi is all giddy about the Bishop of London calling for things.

The Bishop of Liverpool didn’t call for anything, but said "It is the poor who are already suffering the effects of climate change.”

Apparently the rich are exempt from, oh, volcanoes and earthquakes.

Lent, forty days of penance, prayer, and almsgiving (now known as “social justice”) in anticipation of Easter, is as old as the Church. The idea is not that penance, prayer, and almsgiving may then be ignored for the rest of the year, but are emphasized even more during this liturgical season.

And certainly much suffering is involved during this time of prayer and reflection. One must suffer, for instance, tiresome people asking others “What are you giving up for Lent?” The response ought to be “It’s none of your *&^%$# business,” but one must remember to be charitable.

Lent has unfortunately become part of the extended MySpace world, where the mythology of global warming replaces sin, and look-at-me-ness replaces the Gospel admonition against such things.

The Bishop of London and the Bishop of Liverpool do well to worry about a hypothetical farmer in Malawi, though perhaps the government of Malawi might do better in making sure the world’s largesse to Malawi actually gets to the farmer. Maybe the Bishop of London could also spare a thought to the poor sleeping under bridges only a few blocks away from Trafalgar Square, instead of MySpacing in the Square for the cameras.