In the face of climate catastrophe, seek the welfare of your place. One from the archives, dusted off and revisited in a new context. (Listen here.)

Driving to church this morning, I nearly hit a kangaroo. It was a juvenile male moving frantically through the many acres of roadworks at the freeway exit in Bulleen. I slammed on my brakes as he hopped past my bonnet, then across two more lanes of traffic and over the freeway bridge into suburbia. I had wondered about whether the following would preach here in Templestowe. But the wave of grief I felt for this young kangaroo, whose home has recently been torn up around him so we can build yet another major road which will very soon fill up with traffic, told me that the following is exactly what we need to hear.