Friday, September 6, 2013

Desert – Spelled with One “s”

The first time I ever entered a desert, there was snow on the ground.  Needless to say, I was surprised.  Probably like many other people, I had associated deserts with the near absence of rain.  I had even heard about a book entitled The Land of Little Rain, which is an early example of American nature writing about a desert region.  Admittedly, what I encountered on my trip was not rainfall but snow.  However, the precipitation's being frozen made it even more surprising because I had also associated deserts with high temperatures.  Nor could high altitude account for the snow, because we were very close to sea level.  My surprise was even greater because I had lived for many years in a southern U.S. city where it snowed only once every ten years -- and I had come even further south to get to the desert.

The next surprise after the snow was that the desert's ground was not sand, but instead more like a gravel parking lot.  My third surprise was how fascinating were the variety of plants -- much more than cacti!  And I was struck by the desert's open vastness.

As I've thought about it, I've decided it is appropriate that I should have been disconcerted by the desert. Deserts, after all, were not designed to meet our human needs, nor even perhaps our expectations.  That is why in the Bible, the desert, or the wilderness, stands as a reminder that God neither created everything for humans, nor does God do everything for the sake of humans. Nevertheless, wilderness is seen as having its own value to God apart from any utilitarian value to humans.  As one verse puts it, [God] has cut a channel for the torrents of rain, and a way for the thunderbolt, to bring rain... on the desert, which is empty of human life."  (Job 38:25-26, NRSV).

Although the desert's being a counter to human-centeredness has been the primary lesson spiritual writers have taken from wilderness, there is also a more subtle lesson there.  That lesson comes from how severe landscapes are somehow able to bring forth a kind of growth in us as well, a kind of growth that lush settings cannot induce.  The contemporary Christian writer Kathleen Norris, in reflecting upon another type of sparse landscape wrote:  "A person is forced inward by the spareness of what is outward and visible in all this land and sky.... [W]hat seems stern and almost empty is merely open, a door into some simple and holy state."

This "opening" effect seems to occur in part because the vastness and quietness of the desert can evoke a stillness within us when we are on such landscapes.  A quiet reverence.  The opening of something new within us can also occur as we become more aware.  Each creosote bush or small juniper tree surprisingly sprouting in a terrain that at first seemed barren can make us more attentive.  Deserts may be short on rain, but they have their own world of life, both plant and animal.  Deserts may be short on precipitation, but they have had for humans many lessons to tell.

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Have you ever taken a vacation to a desert?  If so, which one?  What impressed you most about it?

(The Norris quotation is from
Dakota: A Spiritual Geography, by Kathleen Norris, © 1993.)

3 comments:

Unknown said...

We took Amtrak's Sunset Limited from Houston to LA and went right through the heart of the desert. This was during the summer of 2011 and Houston was in the death grip of a terrible drought. The thing that struck me was that the only rainfall we saw on that trip, coming or going, was in the desert. And that rain had transformed the landscape! The opportunistic flora and fauna were in rare form - - it was absolutely glorious!

Charles Lucas said...

Your articles about trees, leaves, and deserts show me the variety, the colors, the various forms and qualities of the world he gave us and how little I really know and understand about the world and its many aspects. This disciplines me in a way, to remind me that I know equally little about the total of God, and how much more I want to know.

Mark Herranen said...

I've spent several week-long periods in the high desert country of northern New Mexico (at a remote education and retreat center called Ghost Ranch). Coming from my residence in the flatlands of the Texas Gulf Coast, what caught my attention as I hiked in the high desert were the angular red and orange boulders and cliffs of the red rock mesas. These hard geometric shapes contrasted with the soft blue-green sagebrush covering the canyon floors. I felt reverence for this beauty untouched by man. And I was aware of being a foreigner to this habitat where native plants and animals quietly reside.