June 30

OT -- 2 kings 17:1-18:12
This is the end for Israel and the beginning of the hatred for the Samaritans. Israel died at the hands of the Assyrians.
Take a look at this video describing the might of Assyria:


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NT -- Acts 20:1-38
Many of you know that I 'farm' our 3/4 of acre here in Sandy Springs. I have loads of vegetables mixed in with flowers and grass. Fig/peach/plum/pear/apple trees in my landscape. Basil everywhere for our cheese making. Green beans run up my clothesline.
Click here if you want to see a video of what is currently growing at Orchard Hill.



I am frequently asked 'how did you do all this', 'why do you do all this', but far more interesting to me, 'how can *I* do this'.

One of the best things about the internet is the community of shared interest. In my case, urban homesteading/gardening/small farmers.

I am not sure when I started to read Cold Antler Farm, but it was at least 3 years ago, maybe more. Jenna is a 30ish single woman who is farming 5 acres in UpState New York. She is an amazing writer and this post of hers from a few days ago resonated with my scripture reading AND my farming interest.

"The Need Fire
There’s an ancient tradition in the Scottish Highlands called Tein'-éigin (Tine-Aye-Gan), In English: The Need Fire. Whenever a group of farmers or clansmen felt a particularly bad patch of luck had hit their cattle or community, all the home’s hearth fires were put out and a new fire was started for all. This fire was special, incredibly so. It was a fire for the commons, started not with a match or fuel, but by friction. You needed to light embers with the traditional methods of rope against wood because it was a blaze to be earned. Once it got started in earnest it burned high and wet wood was added to create smoke. Lots and lots of smoke. Farmers would run their cattle or horses through it, a baptism and cleansing, a prayer on the ashy hoof. The smoke was supposed to heal, and all it touched would aid those in need.

After the fire was smoldering, prayers sent up to the likes of Brigit (Saint or Goddess, depending on personal leanings or time period)—everyone grabbed coals and burning logs from the common fire, and took it home to start anew. They lit their own hearths again from that ritual, knowing that the whole clan was there together in whatever happened. They’d deal with the cattle, the limping horses, the bad crops—they were a community and they had the embers to prove it.

I have yet to gather my own clan up here for a Tein'-éigin, but I can assure you this much, they would all come. Everyone will have different ideas about religion, some will have no faith at all, but the Need Fire isn’t necessarily about deity, it is about each person’s trust in the larger community. That as a group we are more and capable of support and the healing of each other than any household or farm alone is. If my farm hosted a Need Fire I’d know Jesus, Buddah, St. Brigit, and Gaia would be present in the hearts of the attendees. Each religion would walk us separately to our bonfire. All those beautiful internal fires of belief just add to its strength. Like different woods create different sparks and slow burns, they come as one under the heat of the moment, the need.

And whether your friends and family actually create a smoky fire in a state park or just meet for coffee, the point and spirit of the Tein'-éigin lives on. It’s about coming together to work through pain. We see examples of it every day: Town Meeting Night over in Vermont, Personal interventions with addicts, prayer groups in church basements, Rotary Club and Girl Scout meetings alike. These are all examples of common hearts and minds coming together in support and change for something bigger than themselves, something better. Perhaps it is the farmer in me, or the romantic, but I can’t see a difference in any of these examples. I see the same hope swirling from the smoke of a 1356 Bonfire in the Highlands and the steam coming off a coffee cup in a church basement’s AA meeting. Strength comes from community support, so does change for the better.

So, dear friends, who would light a Need Fire with you? Who are the members of your clan? If there is something you ache for, or wish to heal, why not gather the support of your people? It took moving to a farming community for me to fully understand the idiocy of self-suffiency. Either in survival or spirit, community is what has the ability to thrive.

You don't have to be a religious person to let the Tein'-éigin burn in your heart. You just need to believe that a better life is something worth believing in. May your clan light the way.

-Excerpt from my upcoming book, Days of Grace." Jenna Woginrich

Cold Antler Farm

Paul, too, had his clan. He usually had 1-2 who traveled with him at all times. They were loyal to a fault, taking beatings, stonings, imprisonment and eventually death as their reward. In today's scripture, his clan was gathered together, breaking bread, when tragedy happened. Fortunately for the group, Paul's power revived him. But even if it hadn't, the clan would have pulled together to support one another as they grieved.

Someone asked Anne Lamott why she drug her son Sam to church. That essay is in Traveling Mercies and if you have my copy, I would love it if you would copy that for me. Keep the book. I need the essay with my recalcitrant teen. Basically, it was that shared memories, especially the shared memories of believers, are necessary to make it through the teen years. I would add, the 40 years, and soon, oh soon, the 50s. Just as an aside, when I went to Barnes and Noble to get Don's NY Times for his birthday present, I saw that Anne has a new book out. And the co-author is her son Sam! I put it on my birthday list. September 12th if you feel called.

Just want you to know that YOU are part of my clan. Stay in The Word.