Creation

Slow Earth Theology

Reflections on listening to people (folks living among the the Swinomish and Sauk-Suiattle tribes and the Heiltsuk First Nation) who are close to the land and seeking wellness when my own societal and theological impulses resist: I need a slow earth theology shaped by the Gospel.

Lately when I discuss the question “what have you been reading?” folk are surprised to hear of a Japanese missionary in Thailand. I’m re-reading Kosuke Koyama’s book Water Buffalo Theology. It was reprinted in a revised and expanded edition in 1999 to celebrate it’s twenty-fifth anniversary.

Koyama learned much from the farmers he lived among and served with in Thailand. The lessons are evident in the first chapter, “Theological Situations in Asian and the Mission of the Church.” He moves through a series of theological reflections by moving geographically from Singapore to Thailand to China to Hong Kong to The Philippines to Indonesia to Myanmar to Vietnam to Japan to Taiwan and then back to the reader in order to talk about contextualization and indigenization and what he calls authentic contextualization.

I can’t summarize all his work, however, I do want to suggest that a full-bodied discipleship with Jesus that seeks to bring God’s Word and the Gospel to bear in all of our relationships — with God, with people, with self, and with the stuff of earth must be what Koyama calls “slow theology” and “an eretz or earth theology.” His introduction to Singapore contains both concepts. Slow theology is inefficient. It’s human. It seems to run counter to our desire to be efficient — that is fast. It may be helpful for us to see a bit of what Koyama writes of Singapore:

Is not the biblical God an “inefficient” and “slow” God because he is the God of the covenant relationship motivated by love? He walks forty years in the wilderness with his people, speaks through the “ox-cart” history of three generations of the united monarchy, twenty kings of Judah and nineteen kings of Israel, exile and restoration, diaspora, and so on. Isn’t this simply too ‘inefficient’ and ‘slow’… The image of the cruified Christ (‘nailed down’ — the ultimate symbol of immobility, the “maximum slowness”) is an intensification of the forty years wandering in the wilderness. Can this “immobile,” inefficient Christ speak to “mobile-efficient” Singaporean’s? How are we to retain “being slow” in Singapore, which is constantly getting to be fast?”

To realize that the bilabial God is “slow and inefficient” in the midst of Singapore life–is this “salvation today?”

What kind of lifestyle would communicate salvation in the “slow God” in Singapore?

The whole of Singapore is after money (as is the case in Japan). Shall we just say, “You cannot serve God and mammon” (Matt 6:24) and sit down? What is the missiologically meaningful interpretation of this passage?

Thousands of people are living in concrete square boxes (government housing project). Some of them live on the fifth floor or on the nineteenth floor. Their lives have been “uprooted” from the ground. “Distance from the ground” is causing psychological problems. “To be human” is “to be on the ground,” particularly for the Singapore Malays. Theological “erets-ology is needed (erets=earth in Hebrew, see Gen. 1:1).

Water Buffalo Theology, 25th Anniversary Edition, p. 4.

I believe the lack of a grounded theology of place and of people in evangelical theology alienates us from each other and from what Jesus, who makes all things new, would have us do together as wise stewards. Our discipleship is incomplete if we always just want to send people away and have them look forward to Heaven.

Here’s two examples of a people in a grounded and local context trying to respond to the impact of people who came through and continue to just act fast. I believe slow and erets theology can emerge within Christian engagement as neighbours, however, we are going to have to slow down and listen just as Kosuke Koyama did in Thailand.

Our neighbours south of us (in Vancouver, BC) the Swinomish and Sauk-Suiattle tribes are working to restore salmon habitat along Nookachamps Creek, a tributary of the Skagit River near Mount Vernon, Wash. The way they talk about this work and the horizon they maintain for their labour is important to me. For one it’s a slow work. They believe with scientists that their labour may take as many as 90 years before the salmon recover. Second their work is not “an environmental project” abiding in isolation from a people. Rather, the work is part of their vision of wellness or health for the people who live there.

Jamie Donatuto, a graduate of the University of British Columbia who serves as the tribe’s environmental health officer, and Larry Campbell, a 71-year-old tribal elder, have created a tool, Indigenous Health Indicators, to include the land, the cultural connections to a history and people there, their inter-relationships with the creatures and each other in this space. They are entering into a grounded slow work of restoration and community revitalization. (See The Washington Post, An ancient people with a modern climate plan, Jim Morrison, 24 November 2020)

I am also seeing the same impulse for a grounded and slow work among the Haíɫzaqv (Heiltsuk) through the leadership of Jess Housty in Bella Bella to north of us in Vancouver. She recently highlighted how their sense of personhood linked to the land and their labour together as a people brings them into conflict with what we might call “fast” practices and perspectives contained in all colonial impulses:

My family and community taught me that I’m part of a culture and knowledge system that have thrived for millennia because they are perfectly adapted to the world around us. Our identity is inseparable from our lands and waters, and protecting them is a sacred obligation to return the care they show to us. This often pits us against extractive industries and western values, but it’s who we are.

(The National Observer, This Heiltsuk activist wants sovereignty and self-reliance for her community, Patricia Lane, 23 November 2020)

Jess’s persistent work has been so encouraging to read and follow over the past couple of years. I find her deep emotional and relational connection to the land (and waters) so encouraging when she recalls the sinking of a tugboat full of oil in Gale Pass, October 2016. She reminds me of the trauma my mother felt when the land in North Georgia that she had tended with her family as a child was bulldozed and scarred by a drunk man on an excavator. Jess says,

I was the Heiltsuk incident commander during much of the six-week emergency phase. We had to fight to ensure the deep local knowledge of Heiltsuk responders was respected, from marine conditions to sacred cultural sites. We started work before dawn and continued past nightfall. We watched hundreds of non-local responders cycle through relief shifts while we had no choice but to keep working. They brought a professional detachment to their work that does not exist for Heiltsuk people; we responded to that spill from a place of deep attachment to our homelands.

Our laws and values invested us fully in that work because homelands and non-human kin were in the balance. I struggled every day knowing that my ancestors had cared for our territory for millennia, yet this incident was unfolding on my watch. The impacts of that traumatic time still linger in the form of depression and PTSD, but embracing the insights and lessons from that time is part of how I’m shifting the framework of my story from one of trauma to one of resilience. (National Observer, 23 November 2020)

Professional detachment verses deep attachment.

Because the evangelical impulse has typically been attached to several generations of highly mobile people we may not have done the theological work necessary for treasuring the deep attachments people may have to each other, to their ancestors, and to a land. We have valued fast theology: how to plant churches quickly – and sky theology: Jesus is coming back and will rapture us. In doing so we have neglected the weightier matters wrapped up in slow earth theology: justice, mercy and faithfulness. I wonder if Jesus would also say to us, “You should have practiced the latter, without neglecting the former.” (Matt 23:23)

So what to do as local community theologians? Let’s slow down and get to know a neighbour connected to the land through their history, their ancestors, and by some practices of sustenance. I am not sure that it is enough as Wendell Berry says, to “leave the regions of our conquest… and re-enter the woods.” (Wendell Berry, Native Hill) I think we need to get to know and listen to folks who have survived the conquestors.



Notes

1. Kosuke Koyama, Water Buffalo Theology, 25th Anniversary Edition, p. 4.

2. (See The Washington Post, An ancient people with a modern climate plan, Jim Morrison, 24 November 2020)

3. (The National Observer, This Heiltsuk activist wants sovereignty and self-reliance for her community, Patricia Lane, 23 November 2020)

4. Wendell Berry, A Native Hill, p. 27. Here’s the quote in context:

“Until we understand what the land is, we are at odds with everything we touch. And to come to that understanding it is necessary, even now, to leave the regions of our conquest – the cleared fields, the towns and cities, the highways – and re-enter the woods. For only there can a man encounter the silence and the darkness of his own absence. Only in this silence and darkness can he recover the sense of the world’s longevity, of its ability to thrive without him, of his inferiority to it and his dependence on it. Perhaps then, having heard that silence and seen that darkness, he will grow humble before the place and begin to take it in – to learn from it what it is. As its sounds come into his hearing, and its lights and colors come into his vision, and its odors come into his nostrils, then he may come into its presence as he never has before, and he will arrive in his place and will want to remain. His life will grow out of the ground like the other lives of the place, and take its place among them. He will be with them – neither ignorant of them, nor indifferent to them, nor against them – and so at last he will grow to be native-born. That is, he must reenter the silence and the darkness, and be born again.”

5. I should say that I have never met the people referenced in the two articles. However, the articles over the past couple of days have tapped into the habits of relating, reading, and listening that I have been nurturing for the past several years.

Earth Day with Jesus

I remember learning to read blueprints. They were spread out on our the kitchen table and the four of us stood above them. I studied them meticulously. I was enthralled. Envisioning a house set into the mountain was fun and a family adventure. But then, it all came to a halt. 

A drunk contractor on an excavator toppled trees and tore an angry red strip across the land. My mother and father banned him from the scene. The contractor’s violence uncovered my parents’ values for the land.

The house was never built.

But a finer experience emerged from the pain. A wee camper redeemed from my uncle’s back yard was set back into the woods above the hole. The hole in the side of the mountain became a play-space preserved for years, even as the forest sought to reclaim it. My sister and I spent hours traipsing around this patch of earth. Camping, gardening, and working with my family in this space without the confines of a house was an unexpected gift. Besides learning the joy of smores, I learned to anticipate the fingerprints of God in everything.

The stuff of earth came alive for me.

I have grown up in North America where Christians have not appeared to be on the front lines of “earth” initiatives. The stereotype of Christian capitalistic consumption is built on a narrative of dispensational nihilism: The stuff of earth will burn; it will all dissolve like snow; so, let’s be powerful and eat drink as much as we can and be merry while we can; Jesus is Lord. Really? I don’t really know anyone who believes all this so neatly but it’s attributed to us.

Some Christians may be raving industrialists pressing for the consumption of as much as possible in a most expedient manner. Many have been baptized into Jesus and hope to do good with what they make. Making money is turned into a “holy” pursuit and it’s draped in a perverted form of puritan work ethic. Other Christians who also reside in “Babylon,” have been quietly and steadily pressing for the conservation of the land, air, and water because they see  stewardship as a moral imperative flowing out of a life of loving God and loving people with Jesus.

American Christian discipleship built on the Roman Road, the Bridge Illustration, or even Three Circles has had to labour hard to recover all four dimensions of relational Christianity. The way one comes to Jesus in the Gospel preached seems to create a trajectory of blindspots. Some of us don’t see the earth and the connections between Jesus and what we build, drive, and eat. If Jesus is just good for life-after-death insurance, then we can live as best we see fit on earth secure in the hopes of mansions here and mansions there.

I believe Jesus saves us in all our relationships. A four dimensional and relational discipleship presents salvation as participation in the life of Jesus the King in all our relationships. His kingdom includes the “heavens” and the earth. We live with anticipation for the new heaven and new earth. People, lovingly created by God, have for four relationships — with God, with self, with people, and with the stuff of earth (or the cosmos) as we participate in the communion of God — the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. A thorough reading of the Old and New Testaments presents a cosmic conflict into which Creation is cast; it is finished in Christ at the Cross but is not yet finished in Creation as the agents of the conflict still seek to diminish the glory of God in all creation while God is patient.


Theologies of discontinuity disconcert me. Justification by faith is not meant to be a theology of discontinuity. Yet, if we unhitch any consequential implications for life “here” with Jesus with life “there” with Jesus then what we do and what anyone does in their lifetime doesn’t really matter and a whole slew of passages and parables are trivialized. This disconnection leaves our relationship with the stuff of earth behind. Grace is not a theology of disconnection. Grace in the Gospel is a theology of connection. The Gospel presses us to respond to God by wisely stewarding our common ground. Jesus is good news for all our relationships — our relationship with God, with self, with people, and with the stuff of earth.

It’s the 50th anniversary of Earth Day. It’s been part of my life for almost all of my life. I regularly read some followers of Jesus being critical of and fearful of association with the day. Of course Earth Day matters to folks for a whole lot of reasons and with a whole lot of spiritual frameworks undergirding their affections. That’s how it is when anything belongs in the “commons.” It is not somehow disloyal to Jesus if we care about the earth. Nor is it particularly becoming as a follower of Jesus to treat scientists, farmers, poets, and other concerned residents who care about the Earth as if they are a threat to the knowledge of God because they care.

We don’t have to create a dichotomy between caring for Creation and walking with Jesus as a way of protecting the Gospel. Caring about the earth is not somehow going to ruin our lives with Jesus. A full-bodied discipleship can include theological reflection on our bodies, our work, our food, and the ground we walk upon, the air we breathe, and the water we drink. We do not have to romanticize and place some kind of utopian vision upon the indigenous people’s or their histories in order to care for the earth and each other. I believe we can be realistic about people as people since we are all infected with sinful capacities AND we can celebrate or critique the values within people groups (including my own) that affect creation-care negatively or positively.

If our discipleship and our presentation of the Gospel does not include the stuff of earth I believe we are doing people a dis-service. The Gospel majestically ushers us into the love of God. Now we know God loves. Now we know I am loved. Now we know there is power available to love people. Now we know we can love creation. All these loves matter forever.

Wonder, beauty and mystery are very much connected to the grace of God.
And the grace of God is very much connected to the earth.
Yet, this Earth Day we groan.

The stuff of earth was never meant to bear the weight of our souls. It so easily betrays our misplaced affections and reveals our need to surrender to God. But our surrender need not be made in despair. Rather our surrender may be informed by the resurrection of Jesus. Until He sets all things right, we shall continue to labour for the benefit of all. We do not surrender to death. We do not surrender to thorns and thistles. We do not surrender to greed. Rather we steward our lives and our work under Jesus the Lord so generosity and abundance may abound. Our labour is not in vain. Even our labour to live rightly on the earth in the grace of the Gospel is a exercise in faith. (Suggestion: Read the Gospels again and explore Jesus’ relationship with and stewardship of the stuff of earth.)

So Earth Day — it’s a day of faith for me. It’s a day of yearning with faith for justice — the justice contained in loving our neighbour, the justice proclaimed in the Cross of Christ, the justice of properly stewarding the stuff of earth, the justice anticipated in the restoration of all things in Jesus’ return.

“The first man was of the dust of the earth; the second man is of heaven. As was the earthly man, so are those who are of the earth; and as is the heavenly man, so also are those who are of heaven. And just as we have borne the image of the earthly man, so shall we bear the image of the heavenly man.” 1 Corinthians 15:47-49

Invitation

Oh the delight awaiting children
on the edge of glades filled with light.
That dappled ground stirs no fear for 
those readied by stories told at night.

Every step a soft whisper on deep humus. 
Every large stone a call for sacrifice.
Every tree a witness to the movements.  
Every breeze shaping a truthful heart.

Even now when the wind blows gently 
I feel the persistent press for knowing 
someone ageless pulsing through it all
and tapping out the rhythms for my life.

Love the Whole Creation

Moltman, in his book The Living God and the Fullness of Life, reminded me of a beautiful call in Dostoevsky’s novel, The Brothers Karamasov. I’ll include a brief portion of Moltmann’s set up and then the Dostoevsky quote:

Participation in the life of the earth leads to a feeling for the universal life. This new earthly spirituality awakes cosmic humility, which takes the place of the modern arrogance of power, and which is reflected in the dominance over nature. Every serious scientist knowns this cosmic humility in astonishment over the unexplored mysteries of nature (as long as he or she does not intend to “market” his or her discoveries). Another characteristic is cosmic love, which the Starez Sosima expresses in Doestoevsky’s novel, The Brothers Karamasov,

Love the whole creation, all of it and every grain of sand. Love every little leaf, every ray of God’s light. Love the animals, love the plants, love every single thing. If you love very single thing, then God’s mystery in them will be revealed to you. Once it is revealed to you, then you will perceive it more and more every day. And in the end you will love the whole universe with an all-comprehensive love.

Jurgen Moltmann, The Living God and the Fullness of Life, 2015, p. 84-85.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov I, book 6.

Note: Moltmann is also noting Richard Bauckham’s work Bible and Ecology: Rediscovering the Community of Creation and his concept of “cosmic humility.”

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.

Read more.