The Unrequited Love of Automobiles

Coventry Cathedral 1996 

From time to time I recall the report of a worship service in Coventry Cathedral which took place in 1996 to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the automobile. Officials from car manufacturers were in attendance but they must have felt uncomfortable because the provost of the cathedral offered up a confession asking God's forgiveness for the "environmental pollution from exhaust fumes, the relentless encroachment of new roads into our countryside and the appalling toll of death and injury" with the words 

The wheels had already begun to fly off at the start of the service when smoke from the 1897 Coventry Daimler driven down the aisle to launch proceedings all but choked the car worshippers.

Then the 1,000 attendees were then shocked by a naked woman protestor, a la the legendary Lady Godiva, who took to the pulpit to declare "In the spirit of Lady Godiva, I am here to mourn the death of my mother and the 17 million people killed directly by the motor car and to remember the mothers who have lost their children, the orphaned children, our brothers, sisters, fathers and friends. Mother Earth forgive us."

I thought of this fiasco and flirtation with idolatry when I saw Nathan Heller's New Yorker piece with the title Was the Automotive Era a Terrible Mistake? For a century, we’ve loved our cars. They haven’t loved us back.

Heller explores what he describes as the North American "fetishism" of cars, a post-war obsession with the automobile which seems to be running out of gas with Millennials. Getting a driver's license is no longer the the rite of passage for teens it once was. Still, Heller observes: 

It is odd, then, that we still look to the mid-century for evidence that cars proved their necessity and worth. Tell someone that you cannot drive, and they respond as if you had confessed an intimate eccentricity, like needing to be walked on with high heels before bed. “Re-e-eally! ” the reply goes. “How do you . . . ?” The answer is planes, trains, buses, ferries, cabs, bikes, feet, and the occasional shared ride: almost anywhere in the world can be reached this way for less than the amortized cost of a car and its expenses.

We were just forced into purchasing a new vehicle after our tried-and-true Santa Fe was written-off in an accident. We had hoped to wait a few more years to buy one of the emerging hybrid or electric vehicles. I figure that we should look on any internal combustion engine vehicle as a gas-guzzler, but the choices for alternatives are still limited. Meanwhile we'll also cycle as much as possible, and use "shank's mare."

What do you think. Are automobiles a blessing from God or a necessary evil? Has our automobile idolatry kept us from developing alternative forms of transportation? And What Would Jesus Drive? 

Thunder Season

“At this also my heart trembles,
    and leaps out of its place.
2 Listen, listen to the thunder of his voice
    and the rumbling that comes from his mouth.
3 Under the whole heaven he lets it loose,
    and his lightning to the corners of the earth.
4 After it his voice roars;
    he thunders with his majestic voice
    and he does not restrain the lightnings[a] when his voice is heard.
5 God thunders wondrously with his voice;
    he does great things that we cannot comprehend.

Job 3:1-5(NRSV)

It seems as though each year I feel compelled to write a thunderstorm blog, so here is the 2019 version. A couple of weeks ago I began barbecuing, or grilling as we now describe it, when the rain moved in quickly. Dedicated as I am I continued my culinary task when a loud and immediate clap of thunder got me airborne. I literally jumped several centimetres, a feat which grows less likely with each passing day. This is the weird part -- I loved it. 

I have been terrified by thunderstorms which put the fear of God in me, and exulted in them, at times simultaneously. We have been trapped in vulnerable situations while canoe tripping through the years as thunderstorms raged around us, and it wasn't pleasant. Yet later we told the stories of our adventures with gusto. Why is that? 

In chapters 36-38 of Job, one of my favourite books of the bible, there is a lot a thunder and lightning. Not only is God the source of thunderstorms, there is a sense that the Creator is a sort of Thunder God. Move over Thor!

Well, don't go under that tree on the golf course this afternoon (severe thunderstorm watch)   and "if thunder roars, head indoors" because lightning can strike 8 to 16 kilometres from the storm. 

Oh yes -- enjoy!

Resilient Tree of Life

Last week we were in Algonquin Park where I provided worship leadership in the Cathedral of the Trees summer ministry. The United Church trailer for participating clergy is situated beneath towering white pines in the Lake of Two Rivers campground.

Yesterday, on Hiroshima Memorial Day, I learned of another white pine, this one a small Japanese bonsai with an extraordinary history. Read this by James Gould-Bourn:  

I can barely keep my basil plant alive, but this remarkable bonsai tree has been around for nearly 400 years. Planted in 1625, the tree is currently 394-years-old, and if that isn’t impressive enough already, it also survived the atomic bomb attack on Hiroshima. The tree belonged to the Yamaki family, who in 1945 lived just two miles away from the spot on which American forces dropped the bomb that killed an estimated 140,000 people. Somewhat amazingly, the tree and the Yamaki family survived the blast relatively unharmed.

It’s currently housed in the U.S. National Arboretum in Washington, D.C. It was given as a gift to the United States by bonsai master Masaru Yamaki in 1976. Staff at the arboretum were unaware of the white pine’s connection to Hiroshima until 2001, when Yamaki’s grandsons explained its extraordinary history while visiting the collection.

How fitting that this pine withstood the worst that humanity could inflict upon it and now resides in the country considered the greatest enemy of the Japanese during WW2. Truly a tree of life. 



Pine Cleft Rock -- Tom Tomson

Good News for Arctic Conservation

I have been fairly cranky about what I've described as the "suck and blow" environmental policies of the Federal Liberals in Canada. I feel that Canadians have been betrayed by promises broken in order to placate voters who will never be satisfied with putting the well-being of the planet ahead of short-term financial gain. When the feds bought an aging pipeline and approved another I decided that in good Christian conscience I couldn't vote for the current government in this Fall's election.

That said, many Canadians may have missed an important announcement over the holiday weekend. Prime Minister Justin Trudeau was in Iqaluit on Thursday to announce the creation of one of the world’s largest conservation areas and Canada's largest marine protected area: the Tuvaijuittuq Marine Protected Area and the Tallurutiup Imanga National Marine Conservation Area, both in the northeastern region of Nunavut.

Tuvaijuittuq means "the place where the ice that never melts," a shrinking reality in the North. To protect this area Trudeau, along with Nunavut Premier Joe Savikataaq and P.J. Akeeagok, the president of the Qikiqtani Inuit Association, unveiled historic plans to create a 427,000-square-kilometre conservation area off northern Ellesmere Island at Nunavut Arctic College. Fisheries Minister Jonathan Wilkinson and Environment Minister Catherine McKenna were also in attendance.

The allocated area is larger than Newfoundland and Labrador, according to a statement from the Prime Minister's Office, or almost the size of Germany.

This is very positive news and I'm grateful to the federal government for this initiative. It doesn't change my mind about the election, but I don't de-crank readily!

Planting Hope

Algonquin Park Pine -- photo Ruth Mundy

We are just back from a week in Algonquin Park and the Cathedral of the Trees worship ministry there. We paddled, hiked, and swam, often, so we're home to rest up from our vacation. On several of the trails we saw the magnificent reminders of an other era in terms of the trees of the forest. One pine tree had an explanatory sign saying that it was approximately 225 years old and likely germinated at the result of a fire in 1790. It was a reminder that trees are the oldest creatures on the planet, and some, such as redwoods and sequoias, are the largest. We also came upon hemlocks, some of which are 400 years old in the park and in Algonquin  alone there are more than 20,000 hectares of hemlock dominated forest aged over 180 years old. We also enjoyed the variety of the forest from our canoe, an entirely different and often more distinct perspective. 

Algonquin Forest Ramble -- photo Ruth Mundy

During my Sunday morning reflection I encouraged participants to plant trees, either themselves or through organizations such as Forest Ontario. Surely it is a powerful act of faith to plant trees which we may never see come to maturity. That said, our next door neighbour remembers when the locust which now towers over our house in the front yard was planted,and she's younger than we are. Recently a one-day planting initiative in Ethiopia resulted in 350 million trees going into the ground. Now,there is a concerted, communal act of faith and promise for the future!

I like the poster for Forests Ontario which portrays a tree as the lungs of the Earth. I imagine that God would agree. Here is a link if you're inclined to contribute:

https://www.forestsontario.ca/community/get-involved/donate/

To Bee or Not to Bee

Utrecht Bee-friendly Bus Stop 

We have a bees' nest under one of our decks and we're pleased as can be. When we're sitting out with our morning coffee we watch them come up from between the planks and head off on their appointed pollinating rounds. If they were wasps or hornets we might feel compelled to do battle but these are bumblebees. 

They are benign, although don't try to convince our cats, Merlin and Arthur, who we can tell feel harassed. Bumblebees are in serious decline, along with many other bee species in North America and it would be an agricultural disaster if bees disappeared. Humans use pesticides which kill them or stress their immune systems so thoroughly they can't survive. We are a rather stupid species, but not always.



According to the Guardian: 

The roofs of hundreds of bus stops have been covered in plants as a gift to the honeybee, by a city in the Netherlands. Mainly made up of sedum plants, a total of 316 have been covered in greenery in Utrecht. 

The shelters not only support the city’s biodiversity, such as honey bees and bumblebees, but they also help capture fine dust and store rainwater. The roofs are looked after by workers who drive around in electric vehicles, and the bus stops have all been fitted with energy-efficient LED lights and bamboo benches.

How hard can this bee? (sorry) Every day we can choose the strategies and solutions which will make God's good Earth a habitable place for all. Doesn't that sound both reasonable and faith-full? 

Our Young Climate Prophets

A ridiculous number of politicians around the world have criticized Swedish Greta Thunberg, the remarkable sixteen-year-old who began a one-person climate change protest which has become a world-wide movement of students. They realize that they must leapfrog over the greed and short-sightedness of their elders to ensure a future for themselves and the planet. Thunberg has fearlessly addressed huge crowds of adoring teens along with gatherings of officials who aren't always receptive to her blunt and even scolding speeches. 

Some leaders are listening, thank God. Speaking at her annual mid-year press conference Angela Merkel of Germany  said that Thunberg and the Fridays for Future protest movement taking place across Europe has motivated her government to expedite decisions on tackling the climate crisis.



Stuttgard Germany 

I wonder if more politicians will get on board after the extreme temperatures of this past week. Most European nations experienced record high temps, which soared above 40C in many places. Train tracks are buckling, forest fires are raging and people are dying of the heat.

Why not have children and young people as our climate prophets if adults are ignoring the crisis? We need them, today.