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Bumping into the Rockies




In 1803 President Thomas Jefferson commissioned Lewis and Clarke to find a waterway to the Pacific coast.  They were to find the source of the Mississippi and then portage their canoes over the watershed and sail down a westward flowing stream all the way to the Pacific Ocean.  After many struggles and setbacks they did indeed find the source of the Mississippi.   Merriweather Lewis then climbed up the Limbhi pass eager to see what lay beyond and hopefully a passageway to the Pacific.  .Instead ahead of him for hundreds of miles and high into the sky lay the snowcapped peaks of the Rockie mountains.   With that inimitable early pioneering attitude he wrote in his journal ‘And so we proceeded on’.

They were now travelling off the map, the information they had was hopelessly inadequate and bore little resemblance to what actually was in front of them.  The Geography of Hope gave way to the Geography of Reality.   Canoes had to be replaced with horses and a teenage Indian squaw became their guide…what was new country for them was home for her.   Their mission also changed from finding the elusive north-west passage to China to simply exploring what was there.  They embraced this new broader mission to such an extent that after wintering on a very damp Oregon Coast they split into two groups for six weeks on the way home and explored as wide an area as they could.   Embracing and then thriving in the new reality that faced them required courage and humility in equal measure.

Courage to not turn back when the map ended, when their canoes ran out of river, when clearly they could not accomplish their given mission and when the new country seemed so daunting and when they were already so tired and depleted from their journey so far.   Humility to accept that they needed to trust a teenage mother to replace their map, that they needed to learn new skills and to let go of their previous expertise (you can’t canoe over mountains).  Humility to also admit the end of their given mission into which they had invested so much,  in order to embrace the greater and more daunting mission before them even though they were already running on empty.

Ted Bolsinger, in his book ‘Canoeing the Mountains’, explores this story and its relevance for the church today, a theme I’ll probably come back to another time.  My interest is primarily how this may reflect something of our own personal experience of life.   There is a sense in which the future is always an unknown country and while we may have a general idea where we are heading (what is your Pacific Coast?   your retirement, your death, your children flourishing, a sense of well being…???) we actually have no idea what may lie in between.   It can be healthy to have a geography of hope so long as it is very provisional and we hold to it lightly when the landscape we thought we would encounter turns out to be quite different.   This can be unexpected circumstances such as sudden ill health, unemployment, a new job opportunity, finding love, your children making radical choices and so on.   It can also though be about personal changes such as a sense of calling to a new vocation, a religious conversion, a loss of faith, a therapeutic journey, resetting of priorities and so on. 

In this new landscape, the courage to lean into the unknown and unfamiliar and the humility to accept that yet again we are starting over as a learner can release us to explore the fullness of life that God calls us to, no matter how daunting the changes may seem.  As we look for new guides we  find new enrichening friendships, as we become learners we discover just how much we didn’t know we didn’t know, and as we accept the challenge to leave the old mission behind we realise how great our calling actually is.   The Geography of Reality is simply the truth and as Jesus once said ‘You will know the truth and the truth will set you free.’    Happy exploring.

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