In the early days of Canada – the goal was to get to the Western shore and make it a country from shore to shore. This would give Canada sovereignty between two oceans. They compromised though on the Westcoast with the trading company by breaking their own laws to establish coast to coast sovereignty in diminishing the size of the tracts of land that they gave the Native people in order to appease the trading company that owned that portion of the new world and had their vested interest there. The tracts of land in the east are much larger because the government followed their own laws but the farther west they got – the lesser importance to virtue, law and ethics was important because they wanted to gain sovereignty – God never diminishes Creation's dignity and value in order to gain sovereignty - He does so by giving sacrificially even to the point of giving His Son and by tearing the Trinity apart. The early settlers ignored this aspect of God to the degree that they ignored the whole person and dignity of the Native community and tore their dignity to pieces instead of what God tears - Himself. All of this -to gain “manifest destiny’s” destiny, but nobody wants to hear that.
They paved over the ancient paths and erected the “civilized” secure barns of gratuity over the “savage” sacred burial grounds ( the wealthy man in the parable who builds barns and then eats and drinks and is merry)– all for greed, pride and power. They didn’t want Russia, the US or anyone else to get it so they cut a deal that compromised their very laws in order to get the west coast under the banner of that flag with a red maple leaf and red bars – in some ways it might as well be drenched in blood for the color we call red, but nobody wants to hear that.
I grew up in that part of Canada with the Indians and my house was situated 300 ft above the river that was used to discover the west coast – the Fraser River. Little did I realize that the canoes that passed my home hundreds of years ago with my ancestors in them would spurn a genocide of land grabbing and the destructive forces that ripped dignity and identity from a chosen people. I didn’t choose to exist in a day where others like me would forget that and live as if it had never happened, but sovereignly I was put there. Will we all enjoy the benefits of our ancestor’s efficient business transactions and continue to own land that was stolen, maybe we thought they would foreclose anyways. Land that cries out like the Creation groans and the cry that is as fresh as the blood of Abel which still flows and forms wet clay under our feet from the sacred dirt we callous with our imperial shoes – unable to know that it’s still wet with blood and to trod the injustice under our feet and at the same time – right under our nose. We get mad at the mud from the dirt and the blood that we carry into our homes. Then Mr. Clean sparkles our domesticated heart-wood floors. We look for the sun to the east from our western, heartless but "necessary" chores, longing for more settlers with warm words - only to comfort and assail our conscience with good news from other shores.
Were we called to follow a Savior that crushes the clod - or the head of a serpent? Were we called not to suffer at our own expense and our own dignity if we chose to follow a limping Savior from a Serpent’s snare?
It’s too political they say –
I wonder if Yahweh applauds that
and also turns his eyes away?
“It’s too far removed from us they say, it’s not our responsibility – that was our forefathers – why should we have to concern ourselves with what they did wrong? Don’t the Indians (post-savages) have a better life now anyway – now that we’re here?”
Ohhh, if we could only read the Holy Writ again and see that God favors a people who know oppression and not the privilege of a lawmaker's pen. Privilege gained by oppression has a price – and though you spend all day in the store stealing, the sun will go down and disappear and closing time will arrive, anticipating the dawn. At that point – you still have to walk out the door with what is hidden in your pockets – now is the time to put it back upon the shelf and realize that you’ve have been recorded – your every move. Will you seek forgiveness only and empty your pockets at the door or will you Restock redemptively and breathe the very air of forgiveness today while it is still called today – some by the skin of their teeth and others not – who will you be at the door?
The sovereignty of God doesn’t require us to ignore and override the “other” – it actually calls us to the "other" because the “other” represents a portion of God’s desire to reveal Himself to us. If we ignore the “other” we are ignoring an aspect of God. If we assume superiority or sovereignty and ignorance over the "other" we are doing that to a royal and sovereign God. “Do unto the least of these and you will do it unto me.” If we override them – we get what we want but we have to realize openly that we have been rapacious in the process, that we have been fallacious and carelessly uncautious - that we have raped royalty – that we are rapists. If we can be okay with that – then march on, if not then sit down and listen and wait, weep and wander around in your heart, mind and life story – ask myself and yourself, and ourselves what it would be like to live life rightly instead of efficiently, to be gracious and gratuitous, to be graced royally, to be gracists and not racists. Efficiency is not wrong but we do use it as a virtue when it’s actually an excuse? And though our lives soar upward in success, our hearts plummet to the earth awaiting sure death, but we dont' want to hear that breath breathe those words - deathhhh
Is there hope? Yes, but hope can only have it’s proper and effectual power when it can rise up against its enemy. Our hearts and lives are called to then embrace that reality so that hope has a clear voice against the noise that booms in our ears that resonates in our eyesight - though at one time it was not seen, not heard, and not a bother, and only now we have heard, only now we have seen. Awaken, listen, search the pockets of your soul for what your life has stolen and then ask yourself - who you will be at the door?
Written by Nathan Smith (kind of)
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