Monday, April 26, 2021

NOMADS

 

By coincidence the last two books I’ve read are about nomads, or perhaps migrants is a better term.  Jessica Bruder’s 2017 book, Nomadland: Surviving America in the Twenty-First Century, is based on investigative reporting she did over a period of several years.  It is not a novel, so when I heard it was made into a movie I wondered how the story would be portrayed. I have not yet seen the movie though some critics have noted its lack of depth regarding the working conditions in places like Amazon where many of these senior nomads have to continue to search for work far into their 60s and 70s. Having to do short term work at Amazon is not a way I would want to spend my retirement years - the descriptions sound awful really. Now the movie has won an Oscar!


The second book, a novel, was John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath.  Yes I finally got around to reading that great American classic and it left me with the same kind of feelings I got from Bruder’s book.  It would be a feeling of overwhelming despair to have to contemplate the endless struggle to survive on the road, looking for the next opportunity to work and earn enough to eat and pay for gas and the next van repair.  


Steinbeck writes of the effect the Great Depression had on hundreds of thousands of “Okies” - a pejorative term given to the poor who were forced off their land because of the mechanization of agriculture, the economic collapse and the dust bowl. The story tells of the journey to California  of the Joed family, one of the many families of farmers fallen on hard times in the 1930s, and their exhausting search for work to avoid starvation.  


It is interesting that Steinbeck’s book was banned and burned by some county libraries as being too radical.  His views were considered “socialist”, and in some sense I guess they were.  There is plenty of critique in the book about the economic system in which the large landowners and banks always had the upper hand, and where any who protested were labeled agitators and “reds”.  The migrants never come out as winners in this story.  Even a recent reviewer of Grapes of Wrath calls the book propaganda for socialism, though overall the book is seen as a great commentary on that period of American history.


Though some reviewers write of how the Joed family overcomes many setbacks and hardships, and how this shows the triumph of the human spirit to overcome hardships, I came to the weird ending of the book feeling depleted of hope.  It is interesting that in the midst of the depression there was no social safety net until that was created by Roosevelt’s new deal.  That included social security, which, interestingly, most nomads depend on these days.  Pretty good rebuttal to the socialism criticism.  


Bruder began her research at about the same time as foreclosures and vaporized investments of the Great Recession were pushing many seniors to hit the road.  Many elderly Americans were living out of vehicles to save their meager Social Security benefits and performing grueling physical labor to survive.  The typical story is one of barely making ends meet with low paying jobs or social security, so they can’t afford rent, and in some cases they had lost their homes in the recession.  They talked of freedom from debt while at the same time many are living on the edge.


Judy and I have enjoyed camping for many years.  Though we occasionally do cross country trips, we are mostly the kind that goes out for 3 or 4 days to enjoy nature and then return to a nice shower back home.  We have met many “full timers'' over the years, and I always try to imagine how that lifestyle would be.  In fact, this week while camping in the desert in Southern New Mexico we were parked next to a 57 year old single man in a small R-Pad camper. When I struck up a conversation he rushed over to tell me about himself.  He seemed to be starved for conversation.  He stays at each campground for a few days, sets up his I-pod and sits in his camper or on a chair outside for some days watching movies or other entertainment.  He said, “after all, there’s not much to do here”.  His overweight appearance gave me the impression he is not much into hiking.  He doesn’t need to work as he is on Social Security Disability, he said - “a really bad heart”.  I get the impression of a lonely life, though I hesitate to judge from such a short encounter.  


You tube videos abound about the happy life and freedom of the van dwellers, but I have my doubts after reading Nomads. The founder of the movement, Bob Wells, admits to making an enormous amount of money selling the lifestyle on his videos.   The videos talk about their community, albiet a mobile one, but in the final analysis, for me it is the lack of community that would be the hardest part of being a full timer. But the nomads do re encounter each other on the road, and friendships and mutual support happens, according to their testimony.


Today we see migrants by the tens of thousands arriving at our borders.  Like the “Okies” of the 1930s and many of the nomads of contemporary America, theirs is not so much a life they choose as one that was forced on them by circumstances beyond their control. People living on the edge don’t prefer to live in poverty and insecurity.   


What I observed while working with people living at the subsistence level in Latin America is that it is community and coming to rely on one another that ultimately helps people get through hard times.  That is the take away I get from these two books. 




Friday, April 23, 2021

Prompts from Old Songs and Psalms during the Pandemic; #4

                                                   Oh Love, How Deep, How Broad, How High


An unfamiliar hymn, but so complete and full of the life and love of Christ.  It is attributed to Thomas a Kempis in the 1400s intended to be used for meditation leading to a humble and simple life in the Netherlands in the 15th century.  Was it easier to live a simple life back then? 


 I suppose I have sung it sometime in an Episcopal church. It tells of the Trinity.  Schmidt writes, “Boundless, endless, infinite love is too deep, too broad, too high for us to grasp or explain.  The doctrine of the Trinity but dimly hints of it”. 


This Easter morning we listened to Telemann’s Resurrection on NPR, a joy filled and triumphant oratorio from the 1700s.  How wonderful that there are recordings of these classics while choirs are not singing in concert halls or churches.  


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMgjUwl_Oig


Thursday, April 22, 2021

Prompts from Old Songs and Psalms during the Pandemic. #3

 


Beautiful Savior….


This is one I know by heart and love. There isn't a more sublime hymn than this one, especially the St. Olaf choir, singing the F. Melius Christiansen arrangement.  It is a love song to Jesus with great sentiment and passion, the tune and words known and felt - expressing commitment to the Lord.  It should be sung at my funeral perhaps - maybe with a full stream of tears flowing down the cheeks of my beloved family.  


Fair is the sunshine… The sun was not in view when I first went out with Tuppence this morning, but with 3 or 4 inches of new snow it is a fair day.  And now the sky is blue on this April fools day.  I smile as she looks at me with a cocked head from the hallway full of curiosity and wonder.  


I am not in the mood for an April fools prank.  It would not be funny to feign symptoms of COVID-19 and then say “April fool”.  But, horrifyingly, I saw a video of someone coughing on purpose on a store clerk.  It was revolting, not funny. 


Better to turn attention to the sublime.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndUv80ALGps



Wednesday, April 21, 2021

Prompts from Old Songs and Psalms During the Pandemic - Part Two

 The Church’s One Foundation is Jesus Christ the Lord


By late March many churches are closed!  Correction - the buildings are closed to in-person worship. This is something I have never experienced in my whole life.  We are assured that the Church is more than the building, more than worshipping together on Sunday morning.  But we quickly miss the community - virtual is a poor substitute for in-person worship. And, unheard of - no singing!


Pastors scramble to learn how to lead worship services on-line via face book and videos.  Zoom becomes the mode of communication for churches as well as for a myriad of other purposes.  Most churches have a steep learning curve to figure this out, and I hear that Pastors are exhausted trying to keep up with this new form of ministry. The foundation is solid, but I wonder if the walls will in some sense crumble and the church will come out of this in a different form.  A pastor once told me, the Church is eternal because Christ is eternal.  


I had been asked to give a talk at one of the midweek Lenten services on the theme of my faith walk.  I was prepared for this but now it has been called off.  I was going to talk about my sense of call years ago when Judy and I answered several urgent requests to respond to disasters in Peru and Nicaragua.  


I wonder what I am called to now in this urgent situation - sitting at home.  Maybe a call to kindness, charitable thoughts, donations and prayer.  I don’t feel very significant.  We are keeping in touch with family and friends by phone, emails and zoom.  Called? Making calls….  Wondering.  


I am amazed at how virtual choirs are organized and sing with great harmony and quality. 


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b22S3GLaxck


Prompts from Old Songs and Psalms during the pandemic. Part One

 


I have kept a journal for many years to record thoughts and meditations as well as mundane and sometimes exceptional happenings of life.  By chance it happened that the pandemic’s beginning coincided with a decision to read and listen to some of the classic old hymns of the Christian tradition.  A wonderful book had been recommended by a friend - “Sing to the Lord An Old Song: Meditations on Classic Hymns”, by Richard H Schmidt.  I don’t journal every day, so those 40 hymns  took several months for me to work through.  I also have used the Psalms for my morning meditation.  There are 150 of those, so it is taking many months to read all these old songs and poems. For this I have gotten a bit of help from C.S. Lewis from his book “Reflections on the Psalms”. 


I use a meditation practice of reading a portion of scripture or song verses slowly, and then reading it again, watching for a phrase or word that the Spirit seems to be speaking to me at the moment.  Then after a few minutes of quiet I scribble some thoughts arising out of the prompting of these readings.  I am posting a few of these prompts.



I will fear no evil, for you are with me…  Ps 23


The World Health Organization declared a pandemic on March 11, 2020!  Things have quickly gotten serious as the Corona virus arrived in Montana and is lurking nearby. Only a few cases in Silver Bow county so far. That won’t last long. The President says it is under control and not to worry - it will disappear like magic. Yet there is fear and anxiety in the country and the daily news is permeated with alarm and even panic.  We can’t fathom why there is a run on toilet paper, but nevertheless go and check our own supply.  


I admit to some anxiety but we are taking the precautions seriously.  Thankfully, I am not in a care center where folks are very vulnerable and large numbers of residents have gotten sick and are dying. It is like a valley of death for many.  Are we to be fearful of this evil that spreads among us?  I ponder the words, For you are with me, Lord.


I was in bad shape a year ago when I underwent a series of abdominal surgeries and spent days intubated in the ICU.  When I hear about people admitted to ICU with COVID 19 and being intubated, I can empathize.  The difference is that I came out of it alive, though drained of strength and stamina.  And I had loved ones by my bedside.  Not so for those with COVID.  I shudder at the idea of repeating that experience alone. 


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iIq1eRmY70




Immortal, invisible, God only wise…


We awaken to a bright day.  Nothing to do,  nothing scheduled, nowhere to go.  Today starts a shelter in place order from the governor, which we have been doing already for a week.  I sit and meditate without hurry.  We are safe and  thankful. 


This hymn depicts an act of praise.  The term “numinous” used by Schmidt, refers to a reality of boundless majesty and energy, totally beyond human understanding.  Sometimes while singing hymns I do get that feeling, the experience of the numinous - “the reality of “light inaccessible, hid from our eyes”.  


Yesterday we drove to Thompson Falls to adopt a tiny little puppy, whom we named Tuppence.  I remember when I was in England 50 years ago this little coin was enough to buy a sweet - a piece of candy. I wonder if they still use it - probably of insignificant value now.  Tuppence is tiny and vulnerable; sensitive to new sounds and sights.  She shivers from the cold and from the strangeness of her situation as we take her from her mother.  Judy puts her under her coat and she settles in for the ride home.  This must be a “numinous” experience for her, beyond understanding.  We hear that many dogs are being adopted as people stay home; perhaps looking for sources of comfort and companionship.  


https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=immortal%2c+invisible%2c+god+only+wise



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