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We’ve just completed the first unit of our Living School program. Not the easiest of entries I might say. It’s like learning a new language while reading St Bonaventure (1259), The Cloud of Unknowing (late 1300’s) and Teresa of Avila (1577).

“It sounds quite boring” you might think. “Being busy with all that old stuff of ancient dead people long forgotten. Their thoughts and words are of no use for us living in the 21st century; merely the eccentric interest of a few nerds busy naval gazing. There are such a large number of recent exciting authors and books. Why not stick to them? ”

I am totally with you on the exciting recent authors and publications. But we are only now discovering the value of the long dead and buried for our survival and for daily living. I experienced it in a very concrete manner again this past week.

My brother-in-law William, a budding bee keeper, earlier this year, placed two bee hives close to our vegetable patch. The bees’ presence and constant activity have given us much joy, but recently we realised that the hives have to be moved. They are located in a spot where we want to start our little orchard and African bees tend to be unpredictable and dangerous especially when disturbed.

So, last weekend William brought two protective suits and head gear and Saturday night we moved the hives a few hundred metres away and harvested the spring honey. On Sunday morning we awoke to a yard in mayhem. Some of the bees were totally disoriented and had returned to their previous location behind the milk shed. Not finding anything there they got more confused and upset. The cows got stung and fled in all directions and a horse about to be mounted by an early morning herdsman panicked, broke loose and thundered off with the stirrups flying at his sides. William was quite concerned and thought it wise to leave the one suit here, just to be on the safe side.

Gradually everything quieted down, but the whole week we’ve kept an eye open for any suspicious activities on the bees’ side. It was only on Thursday that we felt it safe for Skhumbuzo to cut the lawn close to their new location. He started very early, just before I left for deliveries at the neighbours. On my return I arrived on the scene of “The Martians have landed”. The bees got more active just after I’ve left and Sebastien thought it wise to don the nervous Skhumbuzo in the full beekeeper’s outfit William has left. So here we had this strange figure pushing the lawnmower up and down our front lawn with not much of a bee in sight.

He was just about finished when he came to call me in the workshop. A mountain adder was making his way across the freshly cut lawn towards the flower bed next to the front door. I fetched my catching stick and a bucket in the workshop and with Skhumbuzo maintaining a very safe distance in his white suit, caught the snake. I carried it quite a distance into the veldt and released it among some rocks.

Now what on earth do these two incidents on a Thursday morning have to do with the Living School and ancient authors? Everything.

I may not always realise it but every decision I make and action I execute is influenced by my spirituality, my view of God and my perception of my place in it all. 

The easiest option on Thursday would have been to quickly kill the snake. Mountain adders aren’t lethal but they can cause a lot of discomfort. A little bit of culling can just be to our advantage.

We could have asked William to remove the bees totally. Now we have to make adjustments with them in mind and it can be quite bothersome. 

Right from the start we wanted to live here at Barrowfield being considerate to nature and all the living creatures and organisms we share this space with. (See Edms. Bpk.) We’ve always felt uncomfortable with a stance where we are the centre around which everything else revolves, us as the main frame of reference, our comfort as the highest goal especially if it is to the detriment of other life forms and positive personal short term results which actually means exploitation and harm of nature in the long run. 

We won’t blame people if they were to think that it all has a very New Age or Green Peace sound to it. Unfortunately those are the groups that have become associated with care of the environment and our planet. We Christians rather focused on our own salvation and getting to heaven. Often our theologies and dogma even displayed an animosity at its worst or a disregard and apathy at its best for the created world we live in.

Matilda and I always found that to be very sad as it displays in essence a misunderstanding of God’s incarnation and love for the created world.

One of the corner stones in the Living School program is non-dual consciousness. It is not a matter of us against them, where “they” can be anything from other religions, race groups, people with different sexual orientations, other denominations, natural phenomena and creatures. The list is endless. And were these merely hypothetical examples it would have been so much better, but now they are very sadly the very real objects of so many Christian’s fear, intolerance, bigotry, prejudice, hate, animosity and rejection. Often in the name of the gospel.



Non-dual consciousness wants to awaken in us a deep appreciation for the “other” gospel where we can be safe in the knowledge that we are held in the big Unity that is God. In the words of Col 3:11, As a result, there is no longer any distinction between Gentiles and Jews, circumcised and uncircumcised, barbarians, savages, slaves, and free, but Christ is all, Christ is in all.”

We are not saying that because it is the new flavour of the month, or zeitgeist. We are saying that because it lies at the heart of the gospel and our Christian tradition and we have unfortunately, through many historical factors, forgotten and neglected it. For that reason we are taken back to our roots in the Living School.

We need to once again hear Bonaventure saying in the 1200’s, “Christ has something in common with all creatures. With the stone he shares existence, with the plants he shares life, with the animals he shares sensation, and with the angels he shares intelligence. Thus all things are transformed in Christ since in the fullness of his nature he embraces some part of every creature.”

So, Skhumbuzo pushes the lawnmower in a bee-suit and I have a snake catcher because I read old Christian books and believe in its new message.


George




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