Prophets in our Midst?

Someone recently asked in the comment section of one of my posts, "Where have all the prophets gone."

I was just thinking about that very questions this morning in my meditation.

Who are the prophets today?

Is it the young women sleeping in a tree to prevent a corporation from detroying the environment?

Is it the funky looking dude in front of me at Whole Foods with his hemp bag rejecting the choice of: paper or plastic?

Is it the Hollywood actor in his new Prius using his fame to be a voice to a nation that consumes and wastes the vast majority of God's... the Earth's natural resources?

Is it the young women who ties herself to a bulldozer and is murdered for her conviction that war and violence does nothing to further the Kingdom of God on this planet?

Perhaps it is the group of folks outside Neiman Marcus in Union Square in San Francisco who protest the sale of animal furs for the sake of vanity?

Maybe it's the grandmother who refuses to throw away her leftovers simply because it's wasteful.

I am not sure who the prophets are; I suspect it are those folks who speak for the things of God that have been left unspoken for. I suspect a prophet is one who raises our awareness and consciousness and is the unpopular voice outside not in the majority who rejects the status quo and essentially says, "Not in my Father's house."

I am not sure who the prophets are but I suspect it is often the one who no longer will sit by an tolerate any form of injustice against or unnecessary destruction of God's creation, whether it be a human, animal or the earth itself.

Where have the prophets gone? They are there; they are here; but all too often I don't listen; all too often I turn a deaf ear to my sin against God's earth and all who live in it.

But God doesn't stop. God continues to send prophets to be God's voice; to remind me that it is only one-sixth billioneth about me.