Monday, November 25, 2013

Things I’ve Learned at The Ranch



In my 40-year association with the family that operates the Canyon Creek Ranch, I have learned a number of invaluable lessons. For one, this suburban kid can buck a bale, pluck a chicken and chop a pile of wood. Also, I never would have learned the true meaning of hamburger without the experience of hanging around ranchers through the cycle of their year.



Yet the most essential teachings have come from the core values of everyday life on the ranch, which can be heard again and again, especially between grandparents and their grandchildren. These truths arent just for children. In fact, they have lasting meaning for all of us, regardless of age or locale.




Lesson 1: Put things back where you found them



The Ten Commandments conclude with Thou shalt not covet. It assumes that human trait that sees what another has with envy, if not lust.



On a ranch, it is essential that one shares what one possesses when appropriate. This is how tools are tested and improved and how young ones learn to use them. Neighbors will run out of essential supplies and share equipment when it is cost effective. One of the key rules of such an exchange is the agreement to return the property back to the place it belongs. If you can't find the shovel when a fire breaks out, or the bucket for the table scraps to feed the chickens, or your cell phone when the baby is about to be born well, on a ranch, things have a place in relation to their function.



Respecting anothers property, its place and function, and returning it to its owner is the opposite of coveting, because when you put things back where you found them, you honor the person and the relationship, and your own integrity in the process.



Isnt that true for relationships as well as things?

 


Lesson 2: Clean up your mess



Its difficult to learn anything on a ranch without making a mess, especially the first time you try it. Thats true of baking a pie, chopping wood, stacking hay, or putting a horse away after a day of riding. My experience on a ranch has taught me that there is a lot of patience and grace when it comes to mess and mistakes.



What isnt tolerated, from the get-go, is walking away from your mess and expecting someone else to clean it up. Taking responsibility for your actions is an essential part of learning and an essential measure of human maturity.



How many relationships could be saved, how many careers advanced, how many sleepless nights avoided if we simply found the conviction to clean up our own messes? Jesus said, First take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your neighbors eye (Matthew 7:5).



The only harm in making a mess is running away from it.




Lesson 3: There is no shame in asking for help



The ranch owner I worked for 40 years ago taught me a very important lesson one day. We were about to work calves, which means corral the herd, separate the calves from their mothers (no easy task, one that requires skilled riders!), rope the calves, and throw them to the ground for a team to brand, castrate, and de-horn the males and give various immunization injections. It is quite a process!



Well, this city boy had seen plenty of cowboy movies and TV shows growing up, so when it was my turn, I picked up some rope to try my hand at lassoing a calf. The owner watched in silence as this tender foot twirled the rope over his head and successfully lassoed a calf about 15 feet away. Holding the rope directly in front of me, the 200 lb. calf broke for its mother across the corral. The resulting rope burn through my palms was with me for about a week!



The ranch owner broke out laughing. After the calf was released, he took the rope from me and showed me the correct way to rope a calf: once the calf is lassoed, the cowboy wraps the loose rope around his back, leaning with all of his weight to stop the surging animal in its tracks. A cowboy would also never work calves without gloves on!



The ranch owner handed me back the rope and, as he walked away, said, There is no shame in asking for help.



Isnt that true in any aspect of our lives?





Lesson 4: Everybody pitches in



Ranchers are required to know accounting, tax and environmental law, veterinary medicine, automobile mechanics, land management, building codes, and plumbing and electrical contracting, to say nothing about the domestic arts of cooking and preserving food. That list doesnt even begin to cover all that needs to be done on a working ranch. It is essential then that anyone on it, regardless of age, pitches in whenever and wherever appropriate. If you havent cooked the meal, you help clean up. When it is time to move the herd, there is a role for everyone, from opening gates to driving the cows with your horse. If all your skill level can handle is feeding the chickens, then your contribution is expected and very much welcomed. Everybody pitches in to make the ranch work.



In modern families, how often do we find children treated as the audience, spectators to what it takes to run a family? We see this passive entitlement in the workplace, at school, and very much in the church. We count on others to contribute to the success of the whole while we limit our interests and activities to personal preferences. In our hectic and privileged culture, we grow entitled to self-interest, expecting someone else to make the mission of the larger system work. We see this especially in our voting patterns in the U.S., where rarely do even half of eligible voters turn out for elections. We see this in churches and other nonprofit service organizations where it is expected that 20 percent of the active members will fund 80 percent of the operations of the institution.



On a ranch, everybody pitches in. Everyone invests in the success and mission of the whole. In so doing, each individual makes a unique contribution and reaps the benefits of success or is there to share the burden of failure. One way or the other, the sense of purpose and belonging lasts a lifetime. It may also be what we in suburbia so desperately seek.



Lesson 5: Please and thank you



Teaching conventional manners varies from culture to culture. It is a universal responsibility for parents and community elders to equip their children with these essential tools for positive relationships. Saying please when making a request and thank you upon receiving are found in most languages and come with a myriad of associated expressions.



On the ranch, please and thank you define required behavior for all ages and statuses. Expressing respect and gratitude is more than quaint ritual. Honor and courtesy acknowledge another's humanity in a relationship exchange.



This value of respect and gratitude is also applied to the earth and its cycles. Rather than exploiting the land, as is often the assumption of those foreign to farming, this ranching family lives as part of the ecology and its needs. For example, this family recycled plastics, metals, and glass for decades before it became municipal law. Their use of pesticides, insecticides, and fertilizers as well as their care for the livestock have been done with a commitment to ecological responsibility long before that was in fashion. Members of this family serve on regional commissions overseeing the sustainability of water, grassland, wildlife habitat, and forest. Not all farming operations share such values, but many do. Folks like these respect the earth, honor what it shares with them, and are grateful to be a part of it.



Please and thank you arent just about getting along with others. Such values can frame how we live on this planet.



Conclusion:

As a visitor to ranch life and culture, I romanticize much of what I observe. Yet its not so much that I ignore how difficult, stressful, and risky such work can be for those who grow our food. I have learned much in association with my surrogate family at Canyon Creek Ranch and am beyond grateful for their hospitality and graciousness. Above all, they have exhibited values that make anyones life more rich and real.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Fifty Shades of Grace #7


Reverend Robert (Bob)Van Gorder is an 85-year-old retired Congregational minister living in Connecticut. A man of creativity, he is an-award winning photographer, and as a person of significant integrity, he served as a conscientious objector during World War II.  He also happens to be the uncle of my spouse, Bonnie Minkler, and performed our wedding in July 1973.

Bob was one of the participants during the March on Washington in 1963. During its 50th anniversary weekend in August, Bonnie emailed Uncle Bob to get his thoughts and recollections of participating with thousands on that day 50 years ago:

“My memory is a bit hazy about some things, but I remember that it was a beautiful day when a friend of mine and I got on a train from Springfield, MA, and headed toward Washington, D.C. I confess I was a bit unsure about my decision to attend, since I had never before experienced anything this large or fateful, but such thoughts were quickly banished in the hours to come. 

As soon as we reached Washington, we were immediately absorbed into a crowd of hundreds and thousands of people as far as the eye could see, ahead of us and behind us, filling the broad avenue that finally led to the Lincoln Memorial. And I felt wonderful as I walked along, sometimes by myself, at other times with a friendly group, interacting with various people, but never feeling alone, just glad and free, relishing each moment, almost euphoric in my feelings of connection with those about me. And what an amazing variety there were: black, white and brown, rich and poor, young and old, the happy, the hurting, the aimless and homeless, Asian, Hispanic, Jews and Muslims and Christians, gays, straight, people on crutches and in wheel chairs; the whole rainbow of humanity. And I felt a tremendous oneness with them and deep love for them all, and I felt them loving me back! 

I have never experienced anything quite like it, before or since, nothing quite as profound! At one point, a choir from a black church started singing “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot,” and I and people all around me joined in, I taking my usual bass part! Beautiful! And of course we all sang “We Shall Overcome” and other familiar freedom songs at various points along the way, not forgetting “My Country, ‘Tis of Thee, Sweet Land of Liberty”! It was an awesome scene, from the base of the monument looking down the reflecting pool toward the capitol. Everyone was thrilled to be a real part of it all! And Dr. King’s speech was great, as expected, simple and profound, going straight to everyone’s heart: a kind of echo of Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address, I thought, not just in its brevity but in its profound clarity and appropriateness for that particular moment in time. It was a great climax to a truly wonderful day, one I will cherish always. 

This Anglo-American pastor took a stand for our nation’s future that day, risking the condemnation of his congregation for “mixing politics with religion.” Yet, like so many others, his commitment to civil rights in “the land of the free and the home of the brave” compelled him to be a part of history. We thank God he is.

Friday, September 13, 2013

Fifty Shades of Grace # 6



FIFTY SHADES OF GRACE  # 6


Andy Murray won the 2013 Wimbledon Championships in June and was the first male British citizen to do so in 77 years. He won a gold medal at the 2012 Olympics and became the first British player since 1977 to win the US Open tournament last year. He is ranked the worldwide No. 3 and British No. 1 male singles tennis player.

He is also a survivor of gun violence. The media reminded the world of that and placed his accomplishments in that perspective after he won Wimbledon.

The Dunblane, Scotland, school massacre occurred at Dunblane Primary School on March 13, 1996. The gunman, 43-year-old Thomas Hamilton, entered the school armed with four handguns, shooting and killing 16 children and one adult teacher before committing suicide. Andy, then 8 years old, hid under a desk in a nearby classroom until police and teachers arrived on the scene.

In his autobiography, Hitting Back (Century, 2008), Murray says he was too young to understand what was happening during the Dunblane massacre. He is often reluctant to talk about his experience in interviews, but after watching the news from Connecticut last December, he had something to say. 

Andy sent a message to the families of the victims at Sandy Hook Elementary school in Newtown in response to the tragic mass shooting that took the lives of 20 students and six teachers (12/14/2012). In a Facebook post, he wrote, "My heart goes out to all those poor children, their families and the community in Newtown in Connecticut, so, so sad." (USA Today, December 18, 2012).

The people of Dunblane will tell you that Andy Murray has made them famous. He has dimmed the memory of that tragic day in 1996. He will not claim that effect but remains a proud and dedicated citizen of that village. As one of the most competitive and focused professional tennis players in the world, he remains a person with deep empathy for others. 

One dictionary defines “champion” as “a person who fights for or defends any person or cause.” For the people of Dunblane, Andy Murray is their champion in more ways than one.

Friday, September 6, 2013

FINDING GOD


FINDING GOD

The sunrise at the New Camaldoli Hermitage at Big Sur is amazing. The blue of the ocean and sky serves as the backdrop for transformation as the sun rises in the east and slowly illuminates the fog bank as light creeps over the coastal range. The pink and gold of the sun warm the molecules of moisture in the fog, expanding, shaping, and changing its color. I rise early not to miss it each morning of my silent retreat.

In August, the air temperature feels perfect in the early morning and evening; shirt sleeve weather with a gentle breeze that embraces.

It may be universal to conclude that "I find God in the mountains ... at the seashore ... in the sunset." It would seem that the pious, agnostic or atheist find a transcendent beauty in nature that inspires. The Judeo-Christian tradition certainly does. The Bible throughout reflects the praise of Psalm 8:

"Oh Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory above the heavens. When I look at the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you have established; what are human beings that you are mindful of them...?"

Yet in August at Big Sur, when the temperature is balmy and breezy, it is also perfect for the breeding of beach flies. These tiny black bugs live among the washed-up kelp and debris of the shore and head up the hills of Big Sur to propagate. These flies breed all the time, but in summer, up the sides of the hills, it is a festival!

One can't walk outside during the day without being covered with these bugs. The buzzing in one's ears is particularly annoying to one's piety if the flies have traveled with you into the chapel for prayer and meditation.

Many confess that "I find God in nature, in the majesty of Yosemite, in the brilliance of a sunset." I agree wholeheartedly. But is God in those nasty shore flies, too? Cancer is a part of nature. Earthquakes, lightning-caused forest fires, and hurricanes are all a part of nature, too. Is God to be found there as well?

The father of orthodoxy, Augustine of Hippo (354-430 CE), would say "yes." He posits that God directs all things toward an eternal conclusion that will make sense of what we have experienced as evil in our short time on earth. God uses all things, even black beach flies, for an eternal good that will be revealed to us at the end of time. So the faithful endure and accept the capriciousness of nature as part of the deal.

This is a comforting ideal for many. It gives reason and hope in the face of chaos and suffering. The difficulty is that it makes God the initiator of what humans experience as evil.

I don't buy it.

I reject Rev. Pat Robertsons conclusion that God sent Hurricane Katrina to devastate New Orleans because of its reputation for sin. I am offended at the suggestion that God causes a five-year-old to die of terminal cancer for some "unknown good that will be revealed to us at the end of time." The God that is revealed to us in the death and resurrection of an ancient carpenter from Galilee is Love. What possible love would it be for Augustine's God to allow 24,000 of God's children to die every day of largely natural and preventable malnutrition related diseases for some "unknown good?

When we look at the sunset or the mountain or the stream and see God in nature, it is not that God is in them so much as their beauty touches the God that is within us. That source of inspiration lies within. The agnostic or atheist may find this notion offensive, but when in awe of natural beauty, doesn't that say something about our capacity for transcendent wonder, whether we acknowledge a Supreme Being or not?

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" is not only true about interpretation. Our hearts may be the source of inspiration of the clouds at sunset, or the calm when listening to the rhythm of the waves, or that sense of joy as we watch a whale breach.

With an open and contrite heart, indeed God can be found in the courage of patients living with cancer and the dedication of the medical teams working with them. We can see God at work in the first responders to natural and human-made disasters or the communities determined to rebuild afterward without attributing divine action as the cause of the earthquake, fire, or flood. With the right frame of mind and spirit, we can even appreciate little black beach flies as an essential part of the natural order. But we don't have to like them!