🚘 Crying in Cars, Standing on Soil

I cry inside cars. Not always with tears — but deep in my spirit. Something feels wrong when I sit in a metal box, watching the world blur by, while the engine hums its poison. Machines roar past trees, and I feel the grief of what we’ve done: destroying the earth one mile at a time.

🌱 Why Cars Feel Wrong in My Body

It’s not just emotion — my body knows the truth:

• Pollution: Cars are one of the largest sources of carbon dioxide (CO₂), a greenhouse gas heating our planet. Even the “average” gasoline car produces about 4.6 metric tons of CO₂ per year. That’s not abstract — it’s poison in the air we breathe.

• Toxins inside cars: Studies show that air inside vehicles can carry 2–5x higher levels of pollutants than outside air — things like nitrogen dioxide, carbon monoxide, and microplastics from tires and upholstery. No wonder I feel trapped when I sit in one.

• Disconnection: Humans are built to walk. Walking regulates blood sugar, reduces stress, strengthens bones, and helps digestion. But cars steal that rhythm — they replace movement with sitting still, disconnecting us from our own design.

• CARS KILL PEOPLE DAILY IN CRASHES

When I stand — when I walk, when my feet press into soil — my whole being feels aligned again. My blood flows, my breath deepens, and I remember what is natural. That’s how God made us. Not rushing in engines, but moving at the speed of the body He gave us.

🏭 Machines as Band-Aids for Machines

Sometimes I wonder why cars, vacuums, and all our devices feel both helpful and wrong. And I realize:

Machines only became necessary because we lost connection to the earth.

• We paved over soil that once filtered and cleaned the air — and now we build air purifiers.

• We weakened our immune systems with processed foods — and now we sell supplements.

• We polluted homes with chemicals — and now we use the Rainbow SRX to “detox” our living spaces.

Even the good machines, the healing ones, are really band-aids. They are trying to restore what the earth itself once gave us for free.

✝️ The Way of Jesus

Jesus walked dusty roads. He never sat behind glass, rushing past fields and rivers. He walked, stood, paused, touched, breathed. His ministry moved at the pace of footsteps.

When I choose to walk instead of ride, to stand instead of sit, to feel the ground instead of rubber mats — I remember Him.

And when I cry in cars, I remember too: the tears are not weakness. They are my body’s memory of what we were created for.

Engines hum, but the soil calls.

I will not forget my roots.

I walk with Christ,

and the ground remembers me.