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Poor little pika

06 Thursday Nov 2014

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The pika is a species native to the Rocky Mountains. They’re also known as the cony or the rock rabbit. Small as a hand, thick-furred, short-eared mammals, they like the cold regions near the mountain peaks, and they cannot thrive when the temperatures warm up. Hence the problem develops as the climate gets warmer farther and farther up the mountain slope. The species begins to disappear as the pika are crowded into smaller territories by the increasing warmth, and where can you go when you reach the top? So they are in danger of extinction.

The territories of many species are shrinking as the human territory expands. Even more creatures are succumbing to changes in climate. It seems that homo sapiens (the “wise guys”) are taking over like a hoard of locusts, whether we plan to or not, consuming everything in sight. This is more than “having dominion over all living things” as Genesis 1:28 phrased it.

Human beings have a special capacity for compassion and understanding of other creatures– one another and all kinds of others. We can feel sorry…for ourselves but also for others. We can identify so much with others that we can put ourselves in their place, and grieve the threats of extinction. As they disappear we may rightly wonder whether we are setting the stage for our own disappearance, when we are no longer entertained, instructed or assisted by many of the beings who have kept us company in God’s ongoing creation. We may be pushed off the top by forces of our own making.

Poor little pika. People have the ability to act as well as feel. Do we need to go to the mountains and collect the remaining colonies and move them to yet higher ground on taller mountains? Do we build refrigerated, climate-controlled zoo facilities than can keep colonies alive until we figure out how to restore them to a natural environment?Or do some things just have to go when their time is up? Do we have to keep moving on to higher ground until there is nowhere to go but “up” in another way?

Ho’oponopono

31 Friday Oct 2014

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Ho’oponopono is a Hawaiian phrase for “making things right.” While I was serving on the Justice and Witness Board , Lynette and Richard Paglinawan led Ho’oponopono training at one of our meetings. As native Hawaiians they grew up with this practice of family peace-making and reconciliation, and they teach it to social workers and business people as well as families and other interested people from their positions on the faculty of the University of Hawaii.  

From the perspective of living together on a chain of small islands in the middle of a great ocean, the need for Ho’oponopono is obvious. Wood and fiber came from the mountains. Fish and fruit came from the sea and the shorelands. People needed to get along well enough to trade with one another within a small world. They needed to be fair to one another so that they could continue to trade products and skills and survive. They needed to listen to each other and resolve conflicts quickly so that they might thrive. For many generations the people of Hawaii lived together on those islands and their practices of peace-making showed their determination to survive and thrive.  

Even though conflicts did still grow to the point of alienation and separation, how far away could anyone go to stay apart? It was best to work things out so that people could continue to live together respectfully, even when that involved compromises and commitments to “never speak about that problem again” once people had reached a mutually agreeable resolution.  

Their methods include practices I have studied in other forms of family and group therapy, and rituals akin to baptism and communion, to cleanse people’s spirits from those mean attitudes that ruin relationships and to celebrate their roots and achievements in unity. A senior member of the family or a respected member of the community becomes the Kahuna, who serves in the position of a mature and unemotional fact-finder and the center of communication, leading the group through stating problems, one person at a time, times for quiet and reflection, apologies and expressions of forgiveness, releasing anger and resentment, and setting future tasks to accomplish before everything becomes right again.  

Hearing how this process has developed and worked for many generations, and still serves in the modern world of Hawaii, one does not have to think hard to realize that the whole world we live in is becoming the island, with people living in interdependence that require mutual efforts to resolve our differences. Where can we go to separate ourselves from the need to work together and to reconcile differences? Another planet? In the vast ocean of the cosmos this earth is our island as far as the eye can see.

A little ghost story

29 Wednesday Oct 2014

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Twenty-four years ago we bid farewell to Jan’s father Lyle Kleinlein after a year long illness with advanced colon cancer. We were there when he died, and I got to say to him, “Go on ahead, Lyle; we will come soon to join you,” at which he relaxed and stopped struggling to breathe. He had asked me to officiate at his funeral, preaching on forgiveness (which is the only reason our family had been able to come together), while his step-son, Edsel, also a minister, would speak about his practical joking and impish sense of humor. The funeral went well on a perfect May morning. Hours afterward Nathan and I left Jan at Mt. Sterling. We drove home, and I realized that the watch that Lyle had given me years before was missing. I had taken it off as I drove and put it in the car’s ash tray. It was not there. Nathan helped me search the car and the things I had already taken into the house, but it was nowhere to be found. We gave up and, hungry, went to the refrigerator. There the watch sat where neither of us had put it.

Trick or Treat

22 Wednesday Oct 2014

Posted by chaplines2014 in Growing up, Seasons, Words

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Soon witches, goblins, vampires, werewolves, and other personifications of darkness will be knocking on our doors. Jack-o-lanterns, skeletons, and spider web decorations have been visible for weeks, preparing us for the night. Stock-piles of candy have been secreted away, with some occasional invasions from hungry critters, like mice or…me?

Yes, it’s Halloween, occupying more and more attention as the years go by, but possibly, just possibly, a vestige of our remote pagan past, grabbing some familiar corner of our primitive consciousness. Or maybe just plain fun. Angels, fairies, and assorted friendly creatures show up at this time, too.

Perhaps this exuberant show and canvass for goodies does represent our growing distance from purity of heart and piety. If inclined to say so, we may conveniently need to forget the “tricks” that attended the event decades ago—outhouse tippings, cars on roofs, damage to assorted properties. Though they still occur, those offenses are much less celebrated than years ago.

Still the forces of darkness, attending this season of increasing darkness, have plenty of real-life surrogates. A variety of terrorists, plagues, and catastrophes are making their marks in our increasingly populated, crowded, but shrinking human world. Why not have a little fun while we’re at it? Give some things away. Enjoy our children. Love our neighbors. Dress colorfully and silly. Let those evil forces know that at the end of the day we will laugh more than we will cry, and be grateful more than greedy.

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