‘What yer
bumpin yer noggin on?’
Not literally, like a low hanging branch, although that is also a real danger for me as I run or cycle along the canal tow path, but what things seem to keep bubbling up that have something of a theme developing.
I try to be alert to such things and ask if it is something God is trying to teach me.
Recently for me it has been about pioneers and settlers. A well known and classic example would be the
European expansion of the Americas. (Not making any value judgments on the
rights and wrongs of this colonisation)
Initially Europeans stayed on the coastline and only later
began to explore deeper inland.
To venture into unknown territory took a special kind of
person, a pioneer. Someone who was curious about what lay on the other side of
that mountain, or the far side of that valley. They carved out a path for others to follow
and then for them to settle. This symbiotic relationship between the pioneer
and the settler is in the warp and weft of human society. Both are necessary for flourishing.
For those of a certain age you might remember the musical
Oklahoma and the song, ‘The cowboy and the farmer should be friends, one likes
to chase a cow and one like to push a plough…’
Last Friday (11th July) was the Feast Day of St
Benedict, the Father of Western Monasticism.
(480-547) One things Benedict had no time for was for wandering monks
going from monastery to monastery. This was referenced during a session on ‘Community’ as
part of our ‘Practising the Way Course.’ The Course — Practicing the Way
One of the vows monks make is to stay in one monastery until
they die!
And yet we are called to apprentice under Jesus of whom we
read ‘had no place to lay his head.’ (Matt 8.20)
And what would we say to Paul, who certainly travelled huge
distances.
Then we have the celebrated peregrini, the Irish
monastic exiles who left Ireland for Britain and continental Europe from the
sixth century onwards. Very much part of
the culture of the West Country and in fact a peregrine falcon forms part of
the diocesan emblem for the Diocese of Truro. (Peregrine means tending to
wander, and comes from Latin peregrinus, meaning "foreign" or
"pilgrim".)
So, which is it, to stay or to wander?
I have also listened to another podcast from the ‘Leaving Egypt’ series (and there’s another fascinating story
about Israel, wanderers and pilgrims and then becoming settlers with everything
firmly established around Jerusalem and the Temple.)
https://open.spotify.com/episode/4SsSsbG2VcwxWIrMp4b4v2?si=015bc456b2ba4359
Reuben Slife tells a story of settling down in a small town
in Ohio in America, a town that once was big and busy with heavy industry that
has subsequently gone. Reuben talks of staying and settling rather than ‘getting
on his bike and going to look for work.’ (A quote from the late Norman Tebbit
who died recently) Because moving breaks up community and negates establishing
roots and relationships.
Our family know something of the challenge and stress of
regular moving, especially during school years for our children. As a Church
Army Evangelist (Church of England Lay Minister) we travelled the length and
breadth of the UK.
This is a reflection in every sense of that word, and I am
still chewing over all of this and pondering about it all. Staying and building
community and investing in where we are in this atomised and transient world we
live in certainly has a huge appeal.
And I also reminded of the story about ‘letting down your
bucket.’ This was story told to me by an
American friend, Bill Heflin whom I got to know while living in Newmarket. The story
comes from Booker T. Washington who delivered a speech in which he told
a powerful story of a ship lost at sea for many days. The sailors on board this
distressed vessel were without hope, exhausted from hunger, and dehydrated to
the point of death. Finally, someone spotted a boat far away. A signal was sent
from the lost ship: “Water, water. We die of thirst.”
The other ship signalled back, “Cast your bucket where you are.”
The sailors were confused. Their signal was obviously being
misinterpreted. They tried again. “Water, send us water.” The same response was
delivered: “Cast your bucket where you are.” The men were beside themselves
with frustration. “We’re going to die of thirst because these people don’t
understand what we’re trying to say!” Desperate, they signaled again. Same
response. Then a fourth and final time. Same response.
Finally, the captain of the lost ship said, “I don’t
understand what it means, but we’ll die if we don’t try.” He took a bucket and
let it down into the ocean. When he brought it up, the captain couldn’t believe
his eyes. The bucket was filled with sparkling, fresh water! What he did not
know was that he was very near the mouth of the Amazon River, which deposits
fresh water far into the ocean. What these sailors had needed all along was
right under them. Their thirst was satisfied.
Two final comments.
Remember the people of Israel wandering through the desert. 'In
all the travels of the Israelites, whenever the cloud lifted from above the
tabernacle, they would set out; but if the cloud did
not lift, they did not set out—until the day it lifted. So
the cloud of the Lord was over the tabernacle by day, and fire was in the cloud
by night, in the sight of all the Israelites during all their travels. -Exodus
40:36-38
And to those in exile Jeremiah writes, ‘But
seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile, and pray to
the Lord on its behalf, for in its welfare you will find your welfare.
Jeremiah 29.7.’
We move at God's prompting and wherever we are we seek to settle and invest in that place.
And above all I love the sentiments in this song that no matter where we are when we get up in the morning or where we lay our head at night we can all drink deeply rich draughts of live giving water from the well of God’s love. (cf. John 4)
Therefore, where ever you are it is time to go to the well and let your bucket down...
https://youtu.be/ufeGQidJ0bI?si=8gI148cYWdG6-D7g