St. Paul’s United Church                                           Sunday, September 28, 2008

 

A River Runs Through It – Rev. David Mundy

 

Genesis 9:12-17                  Psalm 104:1-4, 10-13,31-33                             Rev. 22:1-5

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Does the name Brad Pitt ring a bell? It would be hard not to be aware of Mr. Pitt, the actor who is one of the world’s most beautiful people, married to Angelina Jolie, another of the world’s most beautiful people. I have commented to several women along the way that Pitt rarely stars in a movie that gets good reviews from the critics and invariably their response is “and what’s your point?”

 

One of Mr. Pitt’s best pictures was also one of his earliest. He played a supporting role in the 1992 film called A River Runs Through It. Pitt plays Paul, the impetuous younger brother in a preacher’s family, but it could be argued that the river that, well, runs through this story, is no less a star.

 

The motion picture is based on a story: an 80-page memoir by author Norman McLean, which is based on his own family. In the story, he observes that, for his Presbyterian father, there isn’t much of a line between fly-fishing on the river and religion. One day, the two sons and the father spend an amiable day casting lines, and when older son Norman eventually seeks out his parent, he finds him sitting on the river bank reading from the Greek New Testament. It turns out that he is pondering the opening verses from the gospel of John, which says that in the beginning was the Word, rather than the waters of Genesis. Together they consider which is true, or whether the two are intertwined.

 

The closing paragraph of A River Runs Through It offers:

 

Eventually all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.

 

Last Sunday, I told you that there are alternate readings for the month of September which invite us into a season of Creation in the Christian year. The themes are forests, and land, and wilderness, and, this week, rivers.

 

The imagery of water and rivers is very important in scripture, even though water is in short supply in the arid lands of that region compared to what we often take for granted.

We heard just a portion of psalm 104 today because it is thirty-five verses long, and you want to get home before supper! This psalm is unique in the way it celebrates the wonderful diversity of God’s world, including the streams and rivers, which begin in the springs of the mountains. If you have visited Israel or other countries in the Middle East you will have seen that rivers are different from what we imagine here in North America in that all but the largest dry up for a good part of every year, and the riverbeds turn to dust. But when the rains return and the rivers begin to swell, it all stems from the hills and the mountains. According to the psalmist, it is God who replenishes the streams.

 

We also heard from the very last pages of the New Testament in the often puzzling and disturbing book called the Revelation of John. Here we find the imagery of a new heaven and new earth, which includes a sparkling river. The bible begins with an Eden which is a well-watered garden and some scholars maintain that the location for this mythical garden is the confluence of the Tigris and Euphrates rivers. The bible concludes in a city, the New Jerusalem.  Yet, even in this holy city, a river will run through it which will be crystal clear. And the river of the water of life will nourish the tree of life with an abundance of fruit. At the very end of our Christian bible we have this image of God’s river, Christ’s river of life.

 

The rivers of our world are a visible, and often audible, reminder of life, which is a gift from God.

 

In some ancient religions, there was a belief that gods actually lived in rivers. Not only do Judaism and Christianity ascribe holiness to rivers, virtually all the major religions do.  In Native spirituality, rivers are regarded as arteries and veins carrying the lifeblood of the earth.

 

If holy rivers run through our lives, why is it then that we as humans can take our streams and rivers for granted and even abuse them?

 

Many of us are old enough to remember the headlines from forty years ago when the Cuyahoga river, which flows through the city of Cleveland, Ohio, caught on fire, fuelled by an oil slick and flammable debris. Actually, this fire took on a life of its own in the media, but it did galvanize the city of Cleveland and other cities in North America to begin the important work of cleaning up their waterways.


Here in Canada, we might feel a little smug about our many magnificent rivers, yet we don’t have the best record for treating them with respect.

 

One summer, our family of five drove from our home in Northern Ontario to Newfoundland in a Volkswagen Vanagon, with the pop-top and fridge and stove. I should mention that we were on the road for five weeks, and still speaking to one another at the end of the trip! Our first night had us camping on the shore of the Ottawa River.  Then we followed the St. Lawrence, before heading south along the St. John to the Bay of Fundy. I was struck by these remarkable waterways, which were in fact the transportation highways of another era.

 

Unfortunately these same rivers have been abused over time, used as sewage conduits, and convenient dumps for industrial runoff. We wouldn’t have considered drinking directly from any of them out of concern for the quality of the water, despite the millions of litres which flowed past any spot on any given day.

 

That same year, the Beluga whales of the St. Lawrence made the news.  Not because they were white and rather cute, but because they were dying, filled with cancer, victims of toxic pollution. Their corpses had to be disposed of as toxic waste, the concentration of dangerous chemicals in their fat was so high. Again, the symbolism of these intelligent, attractive creatures perishing because of our crass abuse of our rivers pushed legislators to do something about pollution in the St. Lawrence, and it has been successful.

 

Of course, we always seem to be waiting on governments to make things better, rather than asking what we might do as Christian communities to “live with respect in Creation,” as our United Church creed states.

 

One of the finest examples of practical Christian respect for our waterways comes from a cooperative project by Roman Catholic bishops in western Canada and the northwestern United States. In 2001, they released what they called a pastoral letter, about the well-being of the Columbia River, which begins in British Columbia, and flows through four states before reaching the Pacific Ocean. This letter is actually a thirty-page reflection on finding balance for all those who benefit from this vast watershed. It is a call to ensure the health of the river and its tributaries so that fish and creatures will continue to flourish. It also acknowledges that humans, including aboriginal peoples and fisherman and recreational users, benefit from a healthy Columbia river.

 

The Columbia Watershed and all creation are entrusted to our loving care. As persons created in the image of God and as stewards of creation (Genesis 1-2), we are challenged to both use and respect created things, The watershed is ultimately God’s: human beings are entrusted with responsibility for it, concern for its species and ecology, and regulation of its competitive and complementary uses. The watershed, seen through eyes alive with faith, can be a revelation of God’s presence, an occasion of grace and blessing.

 

This is an important message. The earth and its waters, including the rivers, belong to God, and we are called to be caretakers, not exploiters. This vision needs to be constantly guiding our decision-making and our sense of wonder in the world.

 

Can we get a little closer to home on this one? We don’t have any major rivers in this part of Southern Ontario like those mentioned in our Call to Worship this morning, but there are many streams and waterways which we hope will flourish through proper nurture and care. In fact, we have an example nearby of how streams and rivers can be healthy if they are simply given a chance. 

 

When land was expropriated for a new airport to be located near Pickering a generation ago it was shielded from the pressure of development simply because it now belonged to the federal government. As a result, the creeks and streams which run through this land are among the cleanest in the GTA, and some species of fish, such as trout, which are very sensitive to pollution, are thriving. Oshawa Presbytery of the United Church has asked the federal government to shelve the renewed proposal for a new airport and preserve this land for future generations.

 

We began worship this morning with a traditional hymn which imagines what heaven will be like, using the book of Revelation as its inspiration. So we sang the verse which says:

 

Shall we gather at the river, where bright angel feet have trod,

with its crystal tide for ever flowing, by the throne of God?

Yes, we’ll gather at the river, the beautiful, the beautiful river;

gather with the saints at the river that flows by the throne of God.

 

I would suggest to you that, whatever promise we have for a future life in Christ, does not begin when we die and then go to heaven – “pie in the sky.” We need to live as though our promise of abundant life is for today and tomorrow and for all eternity. If we do this, we will pay attention to the gift of the waters around us, and ensure that our streams and rivers continue to flow.

 

Jesus tells us that he is living water to quench our parched souls, and he is the river that runs through all our lives, now and always.