When I was in my twenties, I would go on backpack trips with a hearty gang of church people. It was hard work, but the payoff was priceless: I got to be in the High Sierras. I have so many fond memories of those trips, and funny moments that we all still talk about. But the thing I remember most vividly, 35 years later, is the air. Breathing in that cool, fresh oxygen was like nothing else on earth. I remember how intoxicating it was to simply sit on a rock in the shade, close my eyes, and inhale. I remember imagining heaven might have air like this. I remember filling my lungs with it, and bursting into song. I remember laughing until I was lightheaded from the high altitude.

During the terrible and tragic Camp Fire last November in Paradise, California, many people died, and many survived, but lost everything. The air quality brought us into solidarity with those whose suffering was so great, and struggling to breathe the air made us one family. As far south as Monterey and LA the air quality was so dangerous that everyone was urged to stay indoors. This devastating firestorm sent us all a sobering reminder: NEVER take the air, or any part of Mother Nature, for granted.

The air we breathe is precious gift from our Creator. It’s easy to become attuned to just about anything unhealthy, and not realize the toxic effects until a healthy contrast smacks us in the face. I know I need to be more mindful of what I eat, drink, and breathe.

I have not decided on a New Year’s resolution. There are so many things in my life that need fixing. But in writing about this today, I am reminded of the glorious air of the High Sierra. I consider the world I want for my children’s grandchildren. Maybe my resolution could be as simple as this: Get to the mountains, the ocean, wherever the air is fresh and clean. Celebrate and revere it. Do it more than once every few months. And between those adventures, work, pray, and do my part for better air everywhere.