When we plant seeds in a perfect habitat - the right amount of water at the right times, appropriate amount of sunlight, most suitable soil type and tilth - they flourish, coming alive in front of our eyes. What does flourishing mean for people and what "habitat" fosters it? Can we learn something from this for how the environment might flourish when humans interact with it?
Perhaps the couch potato's life isn't always bad -- especially when mammoth powers shove us down, sit on us, and give us an excuse. We can't get up. It's not our fault. We're forced to renew our perspectives, nurture our prayer lives, and learn from other captives. Christian activists like me might even rekindle the "Christian" part.