Jan 22 2025
2 mins
Send us a text words Rev'd Jon Swales Drill, baby, drill— strange words, a chant from a strange man in a strange world. Forests burn, their ancient voices smothered in smoke. Seas swell, lapping at the bones of drowned cities. The air thickens, heavy with the weight of loss. And yet the President speaks, as if the earth were not already broken, as if the fire were not already her