Morning Thanks

Garrison Keillor once said we'd all be better off if we all started the day by giving thanks for just one thing. I'll try.

Friday, May 27, 2016

Calvin and the Yanktons just across the river

Not far away, just across the road and the tracks and around the bend of the river a bit northeast of here, there's a spot across the Floyd that's only slightly higher than anything else around, a spot someone told me used to occasionally give up arrowheads and stone kitchen tools for grinding grain. Used to. All things must pass.

Such artifacts imply a once-upon-time Indian camp, Yanktons probably, who roamed the region. I don't know if the whole scenario is accurate; I've never found an arrowhead up there; but that some Yanktons would choose that particular chunk of high ground is perfectly understandable if you stand there for any length of time. You can see a long ways, all the way to Orange City, almost four miles away. Of course, Orange City wasn't there when some Yankton band threw buffalo skins up against the poles that would form their tepees, built a fire, and determined to stay awhile.  

Yes, I am a hopelessly romantic. I like to think real ghosts are up there on that bend, that some morning if I walk out along the road and look east, I'll see thin trails of smoke from a campfire or two or six. Fat chance, really--there's always too much wind. 

But what's a life without imagination? So I keep it up. Lewis and Clark came up the Missouri and spotted their first herd of buffalo just about an hour west of here. Why not think of this ground as it might have been once upon a time 200 years ago, Yanktons for neighbors. 

The sky is huge this morning, some remnant storm still passing away, flashes of orange at the horizon below mounds of dark blue fleece. I'll step out and get a picture. 

Okay, it's no stunner. Not all dawns are created equal, and out west, thick darkness is right now threatening more rain (we've had our share). Still, countless morning skies inspire. I like to think--as the mythology goes--that those Yanktons up at the bend, were they here right now, would be at the flaps of their tepees, looking eastward, welcoming the sun as if it were the Triune God. It was a ritual, people say, a spiritual discipline.

You could do worse than establish a prayer life at the opening of the day, as thousands--even millions?--of Native people are thought to have done long before white folks came along toting their black books. 

Is such ritual doable? I don't think so. But a week or so ago we visited a nephew who lives 33 floors up, mid-town Atlanta. We were there one sunny afternoon for an jaw-dropping view of the city. Great dawns--like great sunsets--must be beautiful from up there, even though a couple million people just below. 

Calvin maintained that when we honestly note what we can of God's immensity, we simultaneously recognize our frailty, that we simply are not what he is and therefore in great need of great grace. That realization, often done in nature, Calvin said, is the beginning of wisdom, We see something of his power and understand our lack thereof. Just across the river from me, some Yanktons on some mornings like this may well have sat outside their doorways and noted the exact same thing. Maybe not the same God, but certainly the same vital relationship. 

In his new book American's Original Sin, Jim Wallis makes the claim that our problems as a nation have something to do with white America's inability to make peace with its own past, a past that included treating ethnic and racial minorities as immaterial, as men and women and children who were simply not quite fully men and women and children. That iniquity, Wallis says, emphatically, is America's "original sin."

"If white Christians hope to build multiracial and multicultural communities of faith," he says, after a long chapter that outlines ministries that do just that, "they must be prepared to listen to and include worldviews and technologies of nonwhites and non-Westerners." And then this preposterous line: "That process can begin by recognizing that many non-Western expressions of Christian theology have just as much to teach us about God as Calvin, Luther, or German popes do."

Come now, Wallis. Calvin? You can't be serious.

But then look at this:

That bend in the river is just beyond those trees. 


Pam Adams said...

I think Wallis has it right. We need to change from head down to feet and try to imagine living as someone else. We need to be open to what God shows us in this world. Wallis's view is more radical than other Christians. I believe it is more of what God wants of us.

Anonymous said...

"And as the sun came up, Ezekial saw the Glory of the Lord come thru the East gate of the temple, thru the east door of the temple, and fill the temple". It is written

Anonymous said...

At B'nai B'rith celebrations held in Paris, France, in 1936 Cohen, Cauvin, or Calvin, whatever his name may have been, was enthusiastically acclaimed to have been of Jewish descent (The Catholic Gazette, February, 1936)... ' (1)

. their ideology severs them from their race and ancestry.

I have recently been trying to understand why the French B'nai B'rith would be so positive about Calvinism in 1936. I suppose it had something to with Amsterdam of 1933 and and economic boycott of all German products.


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