Creation

My Awkward Attempt at Splaining Indigenous Silviculture

Recently I awkwardly interrupted a table conversation that I felt was rapidly deteriorating. Yeah, it was really awkward. After my “lesson” no one said anything, stared at me for a moment and then everyone changed the subject to other things all at once.

I’m sure no-one expected a pastor to talk about indigenous history and care of the land. Nor did they expect a call out on racism. It was really awkward. I’m probably not all that good at “splaining” silviculture as it was historically or is currently practiced by indigenous people or anyone else for that matter!

I shared a little of what I had been learning in regards to regenerative agriculture and specifically of indigenous silviculture practice on the West Coast. Knowledge has been suppressed by our disrespect and violence. There is long history of planting and pruning along a lengthy system of paths, maintaining forests along fields, and caring for the forest around homes. And then there’s localized firelighting, another aspect of silviculture and the relationship we can have in stewarding God’s Creation and living mutually with the land. The romantic vision held by some of a wild outdoors pristine and untouched by persons is really mythical. We all live with the land; we just have different postures toward it, some helpful and some destructive.

Early this morning I was delighted to read this fascinating article about the people living in California who are seeking to reintroduce local indigenous silviculture practices. Some believe it’s essential to turning local environments around in California. “When you have colonization removing native people, disrupting that social structure around fire use, outlawing fire, and then actively using every construct in a militaristic way to suppress and exclude fires, then we have the conditions that we have now,” said the research ecologist Frank Lake.

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Prayer of the People, 29 September 2019

Heavenly Father — Praises be yours! 

In your mercy and grace you have brought us into your communion— the communion of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Your majesty is on display in Creation and your wisdom in your Church. Your faithfulness and love reaches even to the most frustrated corners of our globe.

A collective shout has come up from children giving voice to the groans of Creation. This world groans under the weight of failed stewardship. And we say with them, Come Lord Jesus!

You are bringing all things under the administration of Jesus Christ our Lord. Yet, we can hardly claim to walk in perfect union with Him. Help us Lord. Have mercy on us Lord. Forgive us for taking your name in vain. Under the banner of your name some have cloaked themselves in deceit and have ushered themselves and others into destruction. 

Grant us the humility and the prophetic unction required to join you in the healing of the nations. Grant us your healing too Oh Lord.

Heavenly Father, may your Spirit bring healing in downtown Vancouver. Bind up the wounds of trauma and release people from fear by establishing circles of friendship and healing through the presence of Jesus.

May your Spirit fortify your church in Iran with love and courage.
May you uphold your servants who have been imprisoned in China.
May you embolden your people to keep loving their neighbours in Indonesia.
May you sustain your labourers upholding the Living in the Bahamas.

Free us Oh Lord from our captivity to the urgent. It’s become so normal to us that we hardly hear your voice during the day and even the night. Call us into your communion even as we lay down our worries with you.

(Please join me in the Lord’s prayer)

Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name,
your kingdom come,
your will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us today our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts,
as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from the evil one;
for yours is the kingdom,
and the power, and the glory, 
forever. 
Amen.

Honk at me

What solace is required to fly north and remain?
These geese seem to know for their flights are never pained
with silence whether in groups of two
or of twelve.
What does such clumsy honking call forth
that silence
cannot?
Oh our fears of awkward
have cast many down on the
plains of Abraham
where you could have been a sister
and I could have been a brother
but
we wither
away.
So please
honk at me
and I’ll fly
with you.

a kind of patience

Before Spring’s shy kiss

ruby red promises stand still

taunting cool blue skies.

Reflections On The Way To The Compost Bin — An Urban Meditation

O Ground beneath our feet, 
what realms of life await us?
All bodies like to eat
but the compost bin disgusts us.

From your dark and meagre crust 
come the tastiest traded fares.
Yet those who return to dust
would rather put on aires.

We are better than dirt
and our children would be lucky
to wear a white shirt
than get their hands all mucky.

Such highbrow notions
train us not to see
how the farmers’ motions
are worth more than their fee.

Without the faintest care
we devour lavish plates,
leaving your ground bare,
and sealing our common fates.

But here among those
who moil for rusty gold
are some who dare propose 
to give thanks before we are old.

Thank you God 
for the carrot on my plate
and the sod 
from whence it came to date.

Grant Dear Sue good rest.
May her tribe increase.
May her soil be best – 
with unseen creepy crawlies never cease.

O Ground beneath our feet
let us not forget,
our dusty destinies entwined shall meet
for God for sure redeems this set.

Early to the bin a bowl of scraps I take
soon upon your face to spread.
Yes, indeed, all will shake,
but together, may we break more bread.

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