Jesus warned us.
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Michael Snee maintains a productive career in advertising and marketing and always enjoys a midnight canopy of stars.

 

I started this project in 1983, curious about something that I had read in the Bible––Matthew 24, where Jesus’ disciples ask, “… when will this happen? What will be the sign of your coming and of the end of the age?” Jesus answers: “Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be famines and earthquakes in various places. All these are the beginning of birth pains.”

There have always been earthquakes, some more devastating than others. So why would Jesus mention anything at all about earthquakes? Might there be something unusual about those earthquakes?

I was compelled to find an answer. At the local library (pre-internet in those days), I was led to research production rates of oil, coal, dams, and cities. Bureau of Mines data, industry journals and other reports revealed huge counts of tons, barrels and acre-feet. The numbers were so large I felt lost. (Who can picture what 13,679 to the 13th power really means?) Was any of it relevant to earthquakes or not? Could I quantify the numbers into a picture that had meaning? For instance, there were graphs of production rates from 1910 to 1985 and their lines seemed like that of a plane taking off, slowly climbing then rocketing to the top of the page––an amazing image––especially since it showed such a dramatic increase in just a few short years.

By developing ways to visualize these massive production volumes, I was astonished that our technology had moved so much weight so quickly. No wonder Jesus used earthquakes as a sort of geologic alarm clock, and warned of earth-changing ones elsewhere in the Bible.

I tried to explain my findings during a second dinner date with a lovely Christian woman I had just met. She sat there, politely enduring my Biblical earthquake topic between appetizers, salad, and broiled fish. Within months we fell in love and were later married. Years passed. As I collected more and more data and often continued to share with her, she would reach that certain point sooner and sooner––where she’d hold my hand then lovingly tell me how confusing, scattered and therefore boring it all was. She’d always add her warm smile to encourage, “Maybe you could write a book, and put it in there.” Thus EnDvironment.

God bless Peggy, my loving wife. God bless all marriages where two can share enough love to truly help each other in this earthly life––every step of the way, no matter what.

 

God provides the moments.

We provide the choices.