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Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Naked Fear


Sort of eerie is what it was. We came up over a hill and found it, just across the gravel from a sprawling field full of midget corn, notable not only because it look so badly stunted but also because it still wasn't in the bin.  All through the region farmers finished up harvest--many of them at least--before October already, something of a record. 


But what drew our attention was this flat piece of really smooth ground, roughly circular, maybe 100 feet long and fifty feet wide, something you might see up north a ways on Blue Mound, for instance, where Sioux quartzite slabs emerge like massive turtle shells from the topsoil. Except this wasn't rock. 


It was hardened topsoil. I'd never seen anything like it, really, at least not in the area.  Weeds grew in it and out of it, but otherwise this entire slab of ground seemed like stone. 


I shouldn't speculate. I'm not a geologist or a farmer or even a real historian; but it was impossible not to think of this bald pate of land as a reminder of the Dust Bowl, because the only time I've seen anything like it before was in sepia-tones of rural South Dakota or Nebraska, where broad, hard drifts of Kansas or Oklahoma topsoil curl around fence posts like macabre sculpture. 

Standing on the drift was scary, actually scary, in part because we weren't all that far away from Sioux County, where, even after a stiff drought this summer, people counted their blessings in bushels.  But here it was, a weird hardened drift of purposeless dirt.

The Dust Bowl was caused by winds and drought and man's infernal quest for money. Great Plains land that never should have been opened was assaulted by would-be farmers trying to cash in on soaring wheat prices. The result was tons of exposed topsoil that hung in strong winds until dropped all through the region and even beyond--it was private enterprise gone mad.  

There was none of that this summer, but there was a drought and there was wind--and the scars were obvious: a field of wretched corn across the road and a bald spot of bare ground where drifted topsoil got left behind by pushy winds.

The entire East Coast seems underwater this morning, inundated by a freakish early winter hurricane that's right now, simultaneously, dropping tons of snow in the mountains of West Virginia. I'm no doomsday prophet. I'm guessing Pat Robertson is trying to figure out what the Lord God almighty is saying with this strange, Halloween-ish weather, but, believe me, I'm not waiting for his pronouncement.

But this fearful weather, a hurricane like none other in recorded history, is a reminder, as is this bald spot on a chunk of eastern South Dakota real estate, that something's going on in our environment; and while it's understandable why we'd be focused so intently on jobs, jobs, jobs--if we don't work, we don't eat--big factories won't help us find our way out of the effects of global warming, if in fact we can. 

Are we responsible, or is what's happening simply nature's own will and whim?  On that, I'm sure, people disagree.  

But when we stood there on this naked earth last Saturday, what I felt, even more than strangeness, was fear.  Way back when, on Black Sunday, many good Christians looked up at skies dark as night with heavy dust, and decided, with the horror, that it was the end of the world, Christ's return.

Didn't happen.


But just for a moment last Saturday, out on the edge of a cornfield, and this morning too, I'll admit it:  I felt a naked fear I never felt before.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Fear not! It's called climate change. All of us around the world are responsile for and affected by the rise of CO 2 in the earth's atmosphere. This phenomenon is world wide not just in the American "dust bowl" and Sandy's stroll through the New York Wall Street homes. God put all that extra carbon underground to keep it out of the earth's atmosphere. Just like Adam and Eve, we know better, and have continued to dig it all up and burn it for "energy". We will continue to suffer the consequencs of our wisdom. We all need to awaken and change or behavior or just fry and drown. God gave us His Sun as an alternative. (Thought the reference to God might get the attention of the growing wealthy and true believers) among us. Check out 350.org for fun.

Anonymous said...

Check out the Huffington Post web. for a brief piece by George Lakoff "Global Warming Systemically Caused Hurricane Sandy". Good One!

Anonymous said...

Is it Sun or SON?

Anonymous said...

Huffington Post???? The National Enquirer is more fair and balanced.

Anonymous said...

Yep, we have all worked as a team to make Sandy a reality. And we're all stuck in the cycle, too. I admit to driving great lengths for my work...daily. So I'm a big part of the problem. Have a house to keep warm, as well. Will our loving God allow things to keep getting worse so that a die off of billions takes place? Not asking that rhetorically. I just wonder.

Anonymous said...

Doesn't God's SUN reflect God's SON in the believer's life? Just meant to be a play on words that warms my soul. God loves all of His creation, not just us. It's our Adam and Eve nature and behavior that calls for God's judgment.

Anonymous said...

It's good to hear that you can read even if it's the National Enquirer. Broaden your reading sources , it can be stimulating.