Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Open or Closed?


Open or Closed?

“Closed Today,” has read the sign in front of Point Lobos State Reserve many days this winter.   Thankfully it’s not state budget cuts keeping some of the half a million annual visitors from entering what is called “the crown jewel of the state park system,” or “the greatest meeting of land and sea.” 

No, it’s possible danger to those visitors, from high surf, high winds, downed trees and mudslides.  It’s shaping up to be wild, wet winter, and the roads, trails and coastline are risky places to be.  A tree actually fell, on a pretty nice day, directly on a visitor who was obediently on trail (and not seriously hurt.)

But some locals (and probably some tourists) grumble that the Parks folks are being too cautious.  On any day, wet or dry, winter or summer, a guest could risk life on the wet rocks, slip on a trail, trip over a branch.  Life is dangerous.  We go to that great meeting place, to the wild, as Thoreau said, to see our limits pushed.

And we wonder why is there more damage this year?  Trees stressed and weak from years of drought?  Wild weird weather patterns because of climate change (or the new phrase I’ve heard, climate chaos)?

Lobos is a State Reserve, not a park, which means it is managed not with people in mind, but the wild life there.  Parking is limited, no ball fields, stay on the trails.  If a tree falls down, unless it is across a road or trail, it is not tidied up, but left alone to provide habitat for wildlife and decompose to enrich the soil.  Even when National Geographic wanted to come in early before opening to film, they were told no, we are closed when the animals eat at dawn and dusk – it’s their home, we are visitors.

So maybe State Parks is just doing their job, being good stewards.  The land and trees and animals need some recovery time free of thrill-seeking tourists, some respite after the storm.  It’s not all about us and what we want.  Stewardship sometimes means saying no.

Metaphor time: If we, like Lobos, are natural gifts of God (maybe not quite so spectacular, but not bad), can we choose times when we should be open for business, and others when it’s best to say, “closed today?”  Or are we being too cautious?  Should we let people in even if there is some risk?  And if something crashes and falls, do we let it nourish us or do we tidy it up to look better?  Are we parks or reserves?  What are our wild edges?  Where do our wild lilacs bloom and lupine bud?  On our “closed” days, do “the trees of the field clap their hands, as we go out in joy?” (Isaiah 55:12)

Open or closed today?
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Our Blue Theology ministry of ocean stewardship and spirituality is always open.  Our youth service trips and adult pilgrimages on the Monterey Bay often include a poetry walk-and-write at Point Lobos. Bluetheology.com.  Photo: Steve Lonhart, NOAA

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Love Like an Ocean


Love Like an Ocean


Today driving home, I stopped at Garapatta Beach, and saw these deep ocean surges, profound mighty power.  I saw love, deep waves of love. 

This fourth Sunday of Advent we pour out a bowl of water for love, and sing, “I’ve got love like an ocean.”

If you’ve been reading my weekly Advent ocean devotionals you have gotten wet, reading of hope (wells of grace), peace (the river of life) and joy (a fountain gushing up like a spring.)  We have followed Rev. Maren Tirabassi’s fabulous Advent liturgy, weekly pouring water, rather than lighting candles, and we’ve sung the old spiritual, “I’ve got peace like a river, I’ve got joy like a fountain…”

Each Advent Sunday has been wet - the well of hope, the river of peace, the joyful fountain.

And this week, the last Sunday of Advent, with Christmas right around the corner, is the deepest, the widest and biggest – like an ocean.

“I’ve got love like an ocean.”  The ocean is deep, big, wide.  Love also, love actually, is deep, big and wide.

Consider what you love.  Me - God, my family, the ocean, redwoods – I love them deeply, down and down, my love dives into the dark and mystery.

On a cold winter night that was so deep.

You can’t love something or someone and stay at the surface.  Love is so deep we ride its currents, embrace its rushing waves.  And then dive deep, to the quiet and dark power of the depths of love.

Even in these modern scientific times, we still act and speak as if the earth were flat, and everything is above us.  We assume God is up there, that God has to come down to get to us.  God is our higher power.

But I try to pray to the depths, to see God down there, God is my deeper power.  And it’s not just the depth and mystery of the ocean, but of the universe, also deep as well as high.  Stars, galaxies, are down and deep, below us. 

In the beginning God hovered on the face of the deep.  (Gen 1:2)

Deep calls to deep. (Psalm 42:7)

Put out into the deep water, and let down your nets.  (Luke 5:4)

In the bleak, and deep, midwinter, new life is born.

Blessings of the deep season of love!
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Visit Bluetheology.com for info on youth service trips and adult pilgrimage groups on Monterey Bay, where we dive deep into our faith and into ocean stewardship and spirituality.  It’s a wet birth season – may it be a blessed one for you and yours.



Joy Like A Fountain


Joy Like a Fountain

Joy to the wet world!   Good news from watery wombs and juicy labor!  Let every heart make room!

I've got joy like a fountain.  The water God gives "gushes out" like an unending spring.

Every day I get an AdventWord in French.  Yesterday:

"Nous attendons avec joi - gai abandon, fou espoir."  (We await with joy - gay abandon, crazy hope!). That's my kind of joy.

This third Sunday of Advent is for JOY, and we continue with Rev. Maren Tirabassi's fabulous wet blue liturgy, pouring water rather than lighting candles.

"We remember from a story about Cana
That when Jesus asks us to pour water,
It means we are going to have a party.

"Emmanuel, God-with-us, when we leave this place may we be hydrated with hope, bathed in peace, and willing to splash the world with joy.  Amen."



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We at the Blue Theology Mission Station wish you JOY this week, wet and juicy, gushing and splashing.  Pics are from fabulous Armenia exhibit here in NYC, medieval Christian Gospel book cover of the Nativity and icon of the Annunciation.  So much joy!  BlueTheology.com