Practical Earthkeeping: Hospitality Toward Nature
For the Ecological Disciple. Noah Guthrie reflects on Amazonian folklore and hospitality from strangers during his recent stay in Peru.
Twistflower Cross
By Noah Guthrie. The sprouting of these seeds echoes another resurrection, and their tattered flowers recall another body raised on a stem to be pierced, tortured, and buried. “Truly, truly, I say to you,” Jesus said, “unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit” (John 12:24).
Nor Thorns Infest the Ground: A Look at God’s Commitment to Creation
Published by the Rabbit Room. “Our tuxedo cat, Gretl, has many quirks. She still suckles her fur at the age of seven, stretches herself across the stairs right as you go down, and casually walks away from you after meowing for attention. She also enjoys Christmas hymns. When the winter holidays come and my family sings around a wreath of pink and purple Advent candles, Gretl will often pad toward us to listen. She’ll flick her black, white-tipped tail as though it were a needle weaving our voices together…”
Practical Earthkeeping: Diet & Sustainability
By Noah Guthrie, in the Ecological Disciple.
“It was the fall of 2018, and I was one of a dozen interns working at the Brooksdale Environmental Centre. With a reedy wetland, a curling belt of Douglas firs, and a mini village of white-walled, brown-beamed homes, Brooksdale is A Rocha Canada’s base of operations in British Columbia…”
A Living Inheritance
Sylvie Vanhoozer’s The Art of Living in Season reminds me of a French camellia: petals within petals, each layer enfolded in the next. Throughout the book, Vanhoozer depicts her childhood in the southern French town of Provence, then enfolds it in her cu ...
Volunteer Biodiversity Restoration
By Noah Guthrie, in the Ecological Disciple.
“Working in a prison lot, I heaved shovelfuls of shells from a sprawling oyster boneyard. Each shell was roughly the shape of an ear – one side a coarse dome, the other a pearly, bruised teardrop – and there were thousands piled together, forming hills higher than my head…”