Ruminant Covenant - Adaptability

For life, natural disasters, Y2K and beyond

3 November 1999

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. (Hebrews 11:1)

On the front cover of my still to be published book, "The Garden of God," is a picture of Mt. Rainier taken from Spray Park looking at the summit from the north west . It is a beautiful photograph, even if I have to say so my self. The lighting is perfect, bringing out the rich tones of this pastoral setting. It is just as we always envision what the "Garden of God" (and our lives) should look like.

On the back cover, there is a picture taken a couple of days later and twenty miles or so down the trail in an even more natural garden setting known as Berkeley Park, near the Sunrise Visitors Center. In the center of this picture is a marmot, gathering his summer harvest. If I didn't mention it, most people would not be able to find him, because the whole picture is grainy and foggy, just as the weather was that day. The picture doesn't show how hard the wind was blowing however. But there is that marmot, going about his business, oblivious to the incredible beauty just above the cloud layer. What a better picture that is, of most of the times of our lives, than the calendar photo used on the front of the book.

As Christians, God gives us those calendar visions in conjunction with a whole lot of foggy days. It is our obedience to that heavenly summit view, that is to keep us proceeding through days, weeks and even years of the monotonous haze, in which our vision ahead is only a few feet. I am struck however, at just how much of this fog or cloudy weather, is a creation of our own flesh and insecurity. In many cases the slightest tiny stone disturbs our forward faith march, and as we stumble, we immediately look at our feet. When we look up again, the whole trek ahead is nothing but a white out. "Oh, God how can I go on?" is our cry. At those times, faith is still the substance of things hoped for, and is still the evidence of things not seen. That is a promise of God, who created us and planted us in His garden upon this earth, and revealed it to his people through his Holy word. Our emotions say, "No! No!" But that is not reality.

The neat thing about fog, is that it is white, it is the fullness of light, diffuse light true, but not darkness at all. If you have ever been in a situation with the brilliant sun shining brightly only a few feet above a cloudy fog, you will understand how blinding the white light reflected off of millions of water particles can be. Many times it could very well be that it is the fog of His sufficient grace, that shields us from the true personalty of Christ, for he is that near to our suffering. When the light is overwhelming and we cannot see, we take it as the curse when in truth it is a blessing. We must continue to step forward, looking for a more "natural" manifestation of our God given view. That requires us only to take our eyes off our feet and look to Jesus the author and the perfecter of that faith, which we seem to lack. When we take our eyes off ourselves, the clouds clear a little and we can again begin to take a few childlike steps forward.

Kay, the friend I told you about some weeks ago, always used to tell me. "Jerry, when you point your finger at someone else, just remember that there are three fingers pointing back at you. " Someone else said something like, "The preacher must preach to himself most of all, since the foolishness of the gospel demands a foolish man to present it in ways that brings Glory to God."
Much of the last trying hours have been in trying not to look at the storm, that I myself created, but by faith look to the promises of God's Word. This Hebrew's verse means look for substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen through the fog, and carry on. Doing these difficult things in faith, allows us to look at the circumstances in a different and more transitory light. Still very real and natural and not a gnostic or eastern spiritual journey. In that vision we can now look at continuing through our ten rules of ruminant adaptation.

Rule 7. Travel light. Boats and canoes; Goat walking and packing.

If God should give you the opportunity to go through a flooding situation such as happened to the residents of eastern North Carolina these last few months, you would know that your neighbors big cruiser that he had parked on the trailer across the street, would have done him little good. The little aluminum fishing boat or canoe with that kicker motor you had in your garage and very seldom used, however not only rescued you and your family, but also the neighbor and much of the rest of the neighborhood. After that task was done you went back for Spot and Rover, Tabby and Angel and the rest of the pets. Then finally you were able to save the Smith's old goat. For some reason they called him Jerry, for the life of me I don't know why they did that, I always thought that Billy was a better name for an old goat. Slick Willie wouldn't be a bad name for a goat either, since they both have white hair, but that is another story for another time.

Whether a practical water craft should be something you should consider for your adaptability scheme depends highly upon where you live. Not only from the ability of the land to flood, but also what kind of weather event it would take to flood. If you live in relatively low lying flat lands, even if they have never flooded in recent history, doesn't mean that opportunity will not present itself in your future, and then the investment of less than $1000 for a small used boat or canoe and motor will seem, money well spent. Take a peak through your own vision of "that could never happen to me," that Mt. Rainier calendar photo, to see what might happen if the clouds rolled in and it rained and rained.

Now many of you have been dying to ask, "Where in the world did, he come up with this ruminant covenant stuff, or did he just invent it from his devious little mind?" Well the answer is that I sort of appropriated the principle from a book called Goatwalking by a man named Jim Corbet. The inside flap of the dust jacket says, "Jim Corbet has spent much of his life as a cowboy, sheep and goat herder, range analyst, and teacher of wildland symbiotics."

"Well get out the Garth Brooks CD's honey, and let us listen to a bit of country soul!" Well this book is about as far as modern goat ropin' country, as salsa made in New York City. Seems that Jim Corbet was one of the founders of the Sanctuary movement that led many of the refugees from Central America into this country during the 1980's, he also has, I as I remember, a masters degree in philosophy and is a confessing Quaker. The book does two things, it gives an overly long outline of the development of the Sanctuary movement's underground railroad, leading guiding and refugees from El Salvador and Guatemala to political asylum in this country. In that aspect it is simplistic and highly biased. The other portion is about the pastoral, nomadic roots of the Judeo-Christian religion and its covenants, in comparison to other world religions. This is written from an actual understanding of the sheep and goat herders mentality, and how that needs to be a foundational premise of complete understanding of our spiritual and religious roots. It also points to the strength or faith of allowing of God's providence, to lead one on a daily basis, in all the requirements of life, not needing, or having anything else and also pointing out the freedom from the cares of the world that this nomadic life-style brings. Contrary to most similar authors however, he quickly points out the weakness of eastern thought and native cultural religions.

Intrigued by traveling through the desert with just a couple of goats and nothing else, I obtained a copy of The Pack Goat by John Mionczski, which is still in print. While these books are really about the same thing, they come at it from really different religious presuppositions or hermeneutics. The pack goat basically utilizes a western mind set of going from here to there on the path we determine. Goatwalking is basically wandering toward the destination moving at a pace determined by faith in the divine. Contrasted in this context, our very life at stake, with no luxury of artificial cultural props, goatwalking is for a Christian an extremely sobering look at faith in the context of common grace (used here in a solely creation aspect). What frightening insights it can bring into the specific aspects of grace applied to propitiation, justification, salvation and sanctification. I'm not too sure Mr. Corbet understood these aspects from his Quaker religion, but he did such a good job in the understanding of "natural symbiotics" to use his term, to make me question, am I truly walking in the faith I profess, or am I a fraud and just another religious charlatan in a world full of them.

Rule 8. Hunting and gathering for fun and profit. Rifles and other means of mass destruction. Natural foods.

Goats don't graze they browse. Consequently, if you don't push them too hard, you can go merrily on your way receiving most of your subsidence from goat's milk and what little you can or wish to gather. In a sense that is real freedom of the hills, or anywhere else for that matter. You don't need manna from heaven, you need milk from the goat. If you keep it in the context that the goat too, is a gift from God, God does not need to support you through the apparent miraculous.

Our idea of survival, is to get us a gun and head for the hills and kill something, just like the pioneers, or the Indians. Those days are gone, and perhaps they never did exist, except for a few more eccentric old goats. Don't count me as among them however. Firearms coupled with the ability to shoot accurately is a means, one may be able to supplement the Bill of Faire in the right but limited circumstance.

Since we have been mentioning books let me now mention books by Bradford Angier, a Bostonian writer who with his wife transported themselves to a place called Hudson's Hope on the Peace River in Northern British Columbia. There they supported themselves off the land and writing of books, mostly from the 50' through the '70s. Much of this ruminant adaptability segment has come from a number of his books. Not only are they packed with good information, they are interesting to read. Most are now out of print but you may find one in a used bookstore, there are probably 20 titles or more, with a lot of redundant information, but they are also among the best concerning adapting, wilderness living and self sufficiency.

That paragraph was a way to introduce his thoughts along with his friend Colonel Townsend Whelen concerning firearms. They did not believe in pistols or shotguns for food gathering. They would reload shells for their 30-06 or .270 with greatly reduced loads and lightweight bullets, for use on small game. Factory loads being reserved for bigger quarry. Arguments about the superior aspects of either caliber, usually started by the .270 owner are prevalent in hunting circles. The fact is that either caliber equipped with the right bullet and fired by someone who knows how to shoot will successfully handle all North American game that a normal hunter would come in contact with. By the way, .30 caliber converts to 7.62 mm so you might keep that in mind for hunting aspects in metric countries.

The natives of Canada most of the year carried a .22 rifle with which to collect meat for the pot. A cheap shell for a meal, I have even read stories about them successfully bagging a moose with a .22. When fall was near they would get out the bigger rifle to bag bigger meat for winter. My grandfather used to go hunting in Canada. After he returned from one trip, he went out and bought a .303 British rifle to carry when he was driving on his mail route, he said his guide had one. I was always curious about that purchase, since he had an extremely nice 30-06. Recently I learned that after WW II the Canadian government had given these rifles to the natives for hunting, it wasn't that the .303 was a better gun, it was just the one my grandfather's guide had and he was very good at using it.

John Wayne won the west with a lever action Model 1894 .30-30 rifle. Actually, the west was won mostly before 1894 but such are the details of life. No other rifle has more nostalgia associated with it either. As a saddle gun, for deer, antelope, black bear and the like it will get the job done. The .30-30 was my first rifle also. It was my grandfathers, on the Bannon side of the family. I had it until it misfired when hunting with my dad and uncle when I was in high school. The bullet went down through my overshoe, my shoe and took the meat off the side of my little toe. That probably was the first apparent miracle in my life. If you don't believe me just take off your shoe and see how much meat you have on the outside of your little toe. The Doctor in the emergency room said if the bullet had hit the bone of my toe it would have probably taken off a goodly portion of the side of my foot. We sold it shortly after that and I bought a .30-06.

The only gun I have purchased since those high school days is a Model 94 last year. The eighteen is gone, and actually this is the gun that won the west in the movies. This is a beautiful little saddle carbine that measures only 34 inches long. Really I guess I regretted selling that original piece of my grandfathers. With some light weight reduced load bullets and some factory loads, if one was a good shot, an old goat could probably wander pretty much anywhere in the wilderness of the world with a few goats and be safe from natural predators and well fed.

As far as firearms for protection in the urban setting a saying from my military days should provide instruction, "What do you call an officer armed with a sidearm (pistol)? Provided you can out run him, any thing you want. What do you call an officer armed with a rifle? Sir!" Probably the only people who can truly in the time of crisis shoot a pistol accurately are boys who play video games. The police overcome their lack of superior marksmanship with a shear volume of bullets. The news bears witness to these facts. We by definition are to be on the side of the police. If you do not know that you will use a firearm to protect yourself and your family don't. (That is not "I think I can", or "I hope I can", it is "I know I can", for if you can't say that, your hesitation may mean you will never say, "I thought, I could.") The best urban policy therefore is to leave the guns in gun shops or have them securely locked away where they cannot be used in any time of developing crisis. If you want to watch gun violence, just turn on the TV. Want to be involved in gun violence, buy a video game and watch it become home, just like pornography and a whole host of other American First Amendment protected freedoms.

Rule 9. Sticking it out. Cabins and more permanent structures, your place in the woods.

If by chance you will need to develop a more permanent structure to live in the woods or wilderness, it is wise to remember, that you lose a lot of freedom by being tied to a location. That being said, if safety from mankind is not a threat, a cabin or other structure might be worthwhile. Depending of course on the location and economic circumstances. That chain saw might be of value. A few books I would recommend if you can find them are Bradford Angier's "How to build your home in the woods," Calvin Ruston's "The wilderness cabin," or "The Indian tipi" by Reginald and Gladys Laubin, which is still in print.

Because of the difficulties of communism or perhaps just part of their culture, the Russian people have small plots of land with what we would call a small cabin, away from the city. There they retreat and grow a lot of their produce for winter usage. It seems like a prudent thing for Americans to do also. Maybe some of our brothers and sisters in Russia, could help us to more fully understand this aspect of their country and their culture.

Next week we will end this adaptability series with Rule 10. Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose. Come quickly, Lord Jesus.

Following that, in future weeks we will look at :

Earth's chromosomes tell me that my Dad is not an evolutionist. Theistic evolutionary dogma, gap theory nonsense and Bishop Usher's chronology are presented in the light of scientific dating methods (chromosomes) for the age of the earth.

Ruminant Covenant: The Spirit of Ichabod or, slouching toward sheephood. If we really are so smart, why do we act so stupid.

PRAYER PLANTS

Optimism, to fear, to panic. Oh, God are we at times a sorry lot. Just when I think I have it all under control, I act just like you. Or is it that you react just like me. I guess it is just the state of fallen, but redeemed mankind. Thank God, I can trust in a perfect Savior. What a blessing that truly is.

This month, which may in part be contributing to the faith section at the beginning, is shaping up to be a month more faith will be required. This week I am called to jury duty, which pays $10 per day. I got a call from my "stepfather" who said that my mother, who is in a nursing home in Spokane, suffering from Alzheimer's Disease, is deteriorating physically quite rapidly and to be aware. So if not before, after finishing my civic duty, I will head to Spokane to begin to see what that may hold. The week of Thanksgiving is the pending court case. So the month of November is going to be a month, when I will not be able to work enough to earn my support . This is a new level of trust in the Lord to provide my needs. All this, except for the jury duty, are things that need to be taken care of as the Lord leads. Two and a half years ago, my mother had a pacemaker installed after a slight stroke, if we would have realized how quickly she would deteriorate mentally after that, we probably would not have had the pacemaker installed. Now, I would be relieved if she could go home to be with the Lord and see this time of suffering cease. (Actually some of this has already been answered, my jury duty is postponed until December so I will be available except for the court case to go to be with my mother, earn money or whatever other circumstances the Lord leads.)

Last week, before I was crushed with doubt, I ran across a ship that I think would meet the needs of the Diversity Cruise. In the light of listening to my own preaching on this ruminant adaptability, it is a 144 ft., three mast schooner with a sail area of 6900 square feet and accommodations for twenty some. Therefore we could have the ability to sail or move under diesel power as the situation dictates. I have emailed for more information. Please pray for the Lord's will, in these and related matters as well as related provision.

One of the things I have found amazing over this year as how the Lord has provided for me to do these emailings. The first file for a monthly mailing of "eoikos" is dated 4 November 1998. Those of you who received that first mailing and are still willing to open your email folder and see another message from me, I would like to sincerely thank you. Since I started the weekly messages in May, time has just sort of appeared on my calendar to put these together. (This includes the rescheduling of jury duty, this very morning.) I have had enough feedback from, especially those of you in foreign lands, to feel that this is a God given gift to let you know that God appreciates the sacrifices you are making for His gospel. I do not have the financial ability to support your work, but I do care that you reach all the potential that God has for you personally, in your family and in your ministry, so each week God willing, this will continue. My background is not in preaching, but teaching and management. I would like to see you benefit in some aspects of these applied areas in which you work. The greatest works God has ever created for his people on this earth however, is the opportunity to bring the good news of Jesus Christ to a lost and dying word in whatever fashion he enables us.

Therefore in the words of that most famous of all old shepherds, the words that have become a part of this rumination series, and the benediction that also closes so many church and congregational meetings.

"May the LORD bless you and keep you;
The LORD make his face shine upon you,
And be gracious to you
The Lord lift up His countenance upon you,
And give you shalom."

Amen.