Reflection

This past Sunday, I had the opportunity to share the "reflection" (a.k.a. the sermon) at Jubilee's worship service. I thought I'd share, along with some recent photos: 

On Friday night, I, some of my fellow volunteers, a partner, and some apprentices had the privilege of sharing an extra meal with Mammysa, her family, and Rose. Mammysa and Rose lovingly bent, chopped, and stirred many dishes, just for us. We ate new (to us, anyway) and exciting Congolese food, shared good conversation, and later there was lots of laughter and dancing. Their hard work brought us all together to delight in a need we all share: a need for food, for survival. It was one of those times I sat back, amazed, at what a meal can do to break down the many barriers that the world tries to create. Their simple, caring actions brought us all together, in unity, to share in joy that has depth and complexity that I often selfishly do not fully appreciate.

I would like to quote from Barbara Brown Taylor’s book, An Altar in the World, which was first introduced to myself and my fellow volunteers by the courtesy of Hannah. It reads:

In a world full of too much information about almost everything, bodily practices can provide great relief. To make bread or love, to dig in the earth, to feed an animal or cook for a stranger—these activities require no extensive commentary, no lucid theology. All they require is someone willing to bend, reach, chop, stir. Most of these tasks are so full of pleasure that there is no need to complicate things by calling them holy. And yet these are the same activities that change lives, sometimes all at once and sometimes more slowly, the way dripping water changes stone. In a world where faith is often construed as a way of thinking, bodily practices remind the willing that faith is a way of life.

I have yet to find a quote that more accurately defines life here at Jubilee than this one. Often, when going about my daily tasks, I have to remind myself of this insight: that my faith is more than just words, that my faith is words put into action. I have to remind myself that, while living this simple lifestyle, my actions are often simple. A task is set for me, and I complete it. I bend, I chop, I stir, but mostly, I sweat. (And I most certainly do not think that sweat requires some sort of lucid theology.) However, the results of such actions are not simple. That’s where there seems to be a gap in the theology.

There is a profound difference between a simple lifestyle and a simple life. The lifestyle here at Jubilee is simple, of course. It’s stripped of all of the extras, of the extraneous, of the unnecessary. Everything seems to have a purpose, and it falls neatly into a system. Another task, another action. However, that does not mean that life itself is simple. What I mean by that is this: in choosing to take on one of the world’s many needs, that means you take on the sufferings of the ones you try to help. You do the very best you can, always: by bending, chopping, and stirring. But somehow, life becomes messy. People are messy. Needs are messy.

That’s what’s interesting about the parable of the sower, found in Matthew, chapter 13. Jesus paints a simple image of four different kinds of faiths: the kind eaten by birds, the kind that falls on rocky ground, the kind that is choked by thorns, and the kind that falls on good soil and produces a crop of “a hundred, sixty, or thirty times what was sown.” It’s a seemingly simple image, but then you realize it’s not only talking about the basics of gardening (which we all know well, especially by now). It’s talking about the Kingdom of God.

Interestingly, I have often read this passage with discouragement and confusion, which usually leads me to think about how much of the Bible seems beyond my understanding. And then I read it again. And again. And again. Immediately, phrases like, “the evil one comes and snatches away what is sown in their heart,” and how Jesus explains that some seeds never take root and therefore wither away, and how others are choked by the deceitfulness of wealth, and still others are never given the chance to embrace the soil and its nutrients. The negative outcomes of this parable outnumber the positive outcomes literally three to one.

I often selfishly wonder why there are so many negative outcomes for the helpless seeds. They go where the Gardener puts them, so why, why do they not bear fruit?

Despite these misgivings, the more times I read this parable and the more time I spend here at Jubilee, the more encouraged I become (although I still have many questions). In the little time I have spent in Jubilee’s garden, I have witnessed more love, compassion, and companionship than I think I have anywhere else. These plants literally bring people from across the world together. Among the plants, we share a common language: earth, work, sweat, and dirt. If we, humble human beings, put this much care and effort into such a place, wouldn’t the Gardener—the one with a capital “G”—put “a hundred, sixty, or thirty times” as much effort? Wouldn’t the Gardener, the Creator of the universe, take what is sown here, when we gather together to enjoy the fruits of our mutual labor, the complex result of our simple actions, and multiply it by “a hundred, sixty, or thirty times”? And, ultimately, if we are creators made in the image of a great Creator—with a  capital “C”—are we not also gardeners made in the image of a great Gardener (again, with a capital “G”)? The final question that must be asked is this: Can we do some Weeding to advance the Harvest?

I firmly believe that, yes, indeed, the Creator, the loving God of the universe will. I believe this is so because of the passage we read earlier from Isaiah, chapter 55 verses 10 through 13:

“As the rain and the snow

come down from heaven,

and do not return to it

without watering the earth

and making it bud and flourish,

so that it yields seed for the sower and

bread for the eater,

so is my word that goes out from my mouth:

It will not return to me empty,

but will accomplish what I desire

and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.

You will go out in joy

and be led forth in peace;

the mountains and hills will burst into song before you,

and all the trees of the field

will clap their hands.

Instead of the thornbrush will grow the juniper,

and instead of briers the myrtle will grow.

This will be for the Lord’s renown,

for an everlasting sign,

that will endure forever.”

It’s in the beautiful imagery that nature provides that this all comes back together. We work hard, our actions simple. But the results are not simple. The results are, quite literally, the fruits (and vegetables, I suppose) of labor. The fruits are what gather us all here today. The hard work, the simple actions: “This will be for the Lord’s renown, / For an everlasting sign, / that will endure forever.” Here, the word of the Lord will not be eaten by the birds, it will not fall on rocky places, nor will it be choked by thorns: it will fall on good soil, and produce a crop—“a hundred, sixty, or thirty times what [is] sown.”

How to Pick Blueberries

{An excursion in sweat, berries, and ant bites}



Arm yourself with a deformed milk jug, some tunes, and a belt. (This is to fasten your milk jug fashionably to your waist.) Wait until the heat of the day so that the berries are especially enticing and your picking standards are low. The berries will taste better because of these factors, anyway. 

Begin. Tell yourself that you're only going to pick the perfect ones so that you won't have to sort them later. Tell yourself this knowing full well that your arms will get tired and you'll eventually start picking any berries you can reach (and bending the branches of the ones you can't reach to your submission). Pick only the berries that fall willingly into your hands. Do not tear the berries from their comfy bushes until they are ready. They only require gentle coaxing: no yanking.

Curse loudly when you realize you've been standing in an ant pile for a total of ten seconds and they have already conquered your feet. Continue to curse loudly as you proceed to sprint, trying not to drop any of your precious berries, to the water pump that's always too far away. Breathe a sigh of relief as the water finally comes on, and remind yourself that your insistence on wearing Chacos for every adventure is ridiculous. (But you'll keep wearing them loyally, anyway.) March squashily back to your row, a little shame-faced. Feel better when a fellow volunteer or Partner tells you that they did the same thing, just minutes before. 

Reward yourself with berry breaks to remind yourself why you're out here in the middle of the day, slick with sweat, covered in new ant bites (that will remind you horribly of your acne-ridden teenage years), and exhausted. 

Repeat: it's for the berries. It's for the community. It's for mornings where there's blueberry cobbler for breakfast. It's for sticky fingers and full bellies. It's for the joy of sweet, sweet summertime.

Jubilee

To be honest, I have no words of my own to describe my experiences from the summer thus far. (If you still don't know or understand what I'm doing this summer, click here.) I expect that I will be processing the constant influx of information some day, but that day won't come for a while yet. Instead, all I have to offer are photos and the words of Wendell Berry. 

"Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front"

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.

So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot 
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not yet destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant, 
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every two thousand years.
Listen to carrion--put your ear 
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign to mark the false trail, the way
you didn't go. Be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

The Northwest

This post is beyond overdue. It's not "oh, I've been 'busy' and haven't had any time" kind of overdue, but the kind of overdue where I've had very limited access to reliable internet for the last three weeks. (If you want to know why, or what I'm doing this summer, you can click here. There will hopefully be more on that later.) Before embarking on this summer's adventures, however, I got the chance to do a little exploring with my mom, which was rejuvenating and wonderful and what a vacation should be. We started in Portland, drove north along the coast, and finished the trip in Seattle. Here are some photos (and a time-lapse--scroll down!). Enjoy!

This time-lapse was more of a challenge to make (relatively) than the others I've made previously due to gimpy tripod issues and struggles with the new version of iMovie, but I thought I would share it anyway.