Yesterday morning while I was hiking before worship I was walking a familiar road. This road is a logging road that I walk each morning with some other women. One morning as we were walking I spotted in the gravel this chain. When I asked the women they said it was tying the road back to the mountain because years ago when the logging company first came in here there was no road. So they built a road in order to get equipment, trucks and people back in here to Clayton Falls. Clayton Falls a beautiful place here in Bella Coola and a place where I have been walking to since I arrived here. Clayton Falls is the home of fish who return to spawn and die. Clayton Falls provides hydro and is a place where the water falls is tapped into and turns on the lights. A place where I have watched the water ebb and flow from a small stream to a raging river.
It is a beautiful place were I have sat by the river and recorded the sounds of the water fall. A place where I spiritually feel fulfilled and love the surroundings. As I pondered the hands that built this road that takes me to a beautiful place so special to me does the fact a chain holds the road in place erode where I go? Does this knowledge that people had a hand in this road make the destination any less special? Not for me.
Soooo... why does the fact that the we now understand scripture to be written by people who wanted to document their understanding of a deity in their time and place make our evolved understanding anything less? Why is it as we look at a 21st century understanding of science, astronomy, medicine does our understanding of mystery and a divine desire have to stall. In the past few weeks I have had conversations with people who question Bruce Sanguin's writings that evolution happened? People who are challenged as creationists and people who believe the bible in such a way they cannot accept evolution because it undermines their belief in scripture.
Like this road, just because there is a chain that holds it to the mountain, it didn't just appear in the mountains, someone built it and had an experience while doing so. The road did not just appear. Evolution of the human needs on this planet created a need to build a road. My need to better understand my faith, my divine connection with the mystery of all that is, creates in me a need to see what was once seen as a divine handing down of scripture is no longer the case. But it does not undermine or erode my love of what it is I can hold on to as the mystery of creation and something greater than me which is linked to all that I call life!
Posted by Cynthia Breadner at 14:58
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