Do you really need new stuff this year when your family comes to visit for the holidays? Probably not. In fact, if you like me and my family you would be better off giving things away than adding more to what you own. The same is probably true for those you love. Of course you want to show your love and appreciation, especially as Christmas draws near. Would you consider a specific donation to Garfield Community Farm in the name of a friend or loved one? We’ll send an electronic, full color, personalized card to the recipient explaining that a donation was made in their name. If you prefer we can also send a hard copy of the card, either to you or to your friend/loved one. Check here and check out the great things you can purchase for the farm! Alternative Gift Site
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It was three years ago that we first envisioned a bioshelter greenhouse at the top of the hill in Garfield at Garfield Community Farm. This idea actually goes back even further than three years to our predecessor, Carol Walsh, who was involved in the early stages of sustainable urban agriculture in Pittsburgh. In 2008 Carol introduced me and others from The Open Door Church to permaculturalist and farmer Darrell Frey of Three Sister’s Permaculture Farm. At the time Darrell was hard at work on his first book, Bioshelter Market Garden: A Permaculture Farm. Mr. Frey had been farming on six acres north of Pittsburgh in Sandy Lake, PA for around twenty years. Within his six acres is a large bioshelter greenhouse where a diversity of food crops grow year round. Darrell and his farm quickly became resources for Garfield Farm as we began planning our own small farm with the hopes of “being a blessing to the Garfield neighborhood.” Finally, after three years of hard work, sometimes very frustrating work, our small bioshelter stands at the top of the hill among our 2+ acres of food producing gardens.
You may be wondering the difference between a greenhouse and a bioshelter. A bioshelter is quite simply an ecologically designed and managed greenhouse. For instance our bioshelter is designed for passive solar heat gain, uses insulation instead of a furnace, harvests thousands of gallons of rainwater, is partially earth sheltered and very soon will create all of it’s own electricity.
We’ll be using our bioshelter to grow our seedlings each spring and to grow salad crops and herbs all winter long. These crops will go to a wide diversity of people including the Valley View Church food pantry, our CSA members and Salt of the Earth on Penn Ave.
“Mystery and Home is a reflection on John’s experience at the farm over the past year, permaculture, theology and the plight of humanity.”
By John Matthew Allison
I gratefully dedicate this sermon to John Creasy and Cornelius Frantz, who have helped teach me this year what it means to treat the earth as my home: May you never be far from creation’s beauty and abundance.
I haven’t always been a farmer. But since I’ve spent the last year in Pittsburgh learning how to plant, harvest, and care for fruits, vegetables, and herbs, I feel justified in referring to myself now—at the very least—as a farmer “in progress.” And maturing in my identity as a farmer has meant a number of things for my life practically: It’s meant that I have begun to grow my own food, I stay away from fast-food as if my life depends on it (because it does), and I now eat and enjoy things I never had before (who knew Swiss chard is so tasty or that churning a cauldron of apple butter is such a joy?). But farming has not only changed how I make practical decisions, but how I also think about the universe and humanity’s place within it. And today, I’d like to share with you how I have begun to appreciate creation as my home; and how, through farming and the study of ecology, I now think of, and interact with the One who created “the heavens and the earth” (Gen. 1:1).
Ecology, for those who are not familiar with it, is the study of organisms’ relationship to each other and to their environment. More specifically, the term was coined from the Greek word for “house” (oikos); so, in some basic sense, ecology is the study of humanity’s home, which, of course, is the earth. Now pointing out that the earth is our “home” may seem trivial. But I would think that for many people, especially for those of us in the so-called “Western” world, we may not often feel at home, and in fact sometimes may feel like strangers in a strange land (Ex. 2:22), or indeed, a strange universe. For in one sense, the advancement of modern scientific knowledge may be thought of a series of discoveries that have led to an overall sense of our homelessness in the cosmos.
This sense of homelessness is in part due to what is known as the “Copernican Revolution,” a series of discoveries whereby astronomers demonstrated that it is the sun, and not the earth, that is at the center of our solar system. And of course, cosmology now tells us that not only is the earth not at the center of our solar system, but that our solar system is not even at the center of our solar neighborhood. Furthermore, we now know that our solar neighborhood is not at the center of the Milky Way Galaxy, the Milky Way Galaxy is not at the center of the universe, and that that the universe may not even have a center at all!
If you feel bewildered trying to think about all of this, you’re not alone. Indeed, many of modern cosmology’s discoveries are probably, in some sense, impossible for a human mind to grasp. For, of course, mathematics dictates that the universe is estimated to be about 14 billion years old, but how does such a fact even make sense given our limited experience as human beings? Quite simply, it doesn’t. When I began to understand some of the lessons of modern cosmology, along with those of biology, chemistry, geology, physics, and neuroscience, I came to feel that I inhabited a strange and alien universe in which nothing was stable, secure, or what it seemed. Because what does it mean to be a product of chemical reactions, genetic drift, sub-atomic events, or any number of forces that I can barely comprehend?
I felt homeless, for I had become disenchanted with a world that seemed too huge, too complex, and too messy for me to understand, much less inhabit with any sense of real belongingness. To be clear, my parents had raised me to believe that the earth is a place of beauty, wonder, and inherent goodness. And as such, I often enjoyed climbing trees as a child, I indulged in fistfuls of mulberries when I could, I enjoyed the feeling of rain on my skin, I admired the flight of dragonflies, I stood in awe of the ocean, and I often loved gazing at the stars. But despite these experiences, and my belief in the universe’s goodness, I eventually grew into the unshakable feeling that somehow I was not at home here.
My sense of homelessness was worsened by the fact that I am, in many ways, a product of our Western culture. This culture attempted to indoctrinate me with the idea that nature is merely a commodity—a thing to be controlled, subdued, and not inherently good in and of itself at all, but only profitably good. What I mean is that it sought to instill in me the idea that nature is not my home, but a collection of objects meant to be used for humanity’s benefit. And so in this worldview, animals are for eating, land is for building, and the earth’s minerals are for burning because nature is valuable only insofar as humans are able to manipulate and devour it. And here I think of a character in Daniel Quinn’s novel Ishmael, who sums up this idea, exclaiming that the world “belongs to us and we can do what we damn well please with it” (Quinn, p. 161; italics original).
And of course, we’ve done just that: we’ve poisoned ourselves with plastics, toxins, and harmful synthetic foods; we’ve polluted the air, caused potentially disastrous climate changes, created oil spills, leveled rain forests, cruelly mass-manufactured animals for meat, contaminated fresh and ocean waters, made nuclear waste, destroyed top soil, caused the extinction of countless animal and plant species, and we are in the process of bringing about the extinction of countless more. And so here St. Paul’s words in Romans take on obvious meaning for me when he speaks of the whole of creation groaning in pain (8:22), groaning because humans have exploited and raped the earth.
But how are to understand all of this? And what connection does our disenchantment with the world, and our sense of homelessness, have to do with our abuse of the world? I myself only began to understand the connection between these two things when I began to tend a little three acre farm in the city neighborhood of Garfield.
In August of 2012, I accepted a part-time pastoral internship here at Pittsburgh Mennonite Church, and in conjunction with this internship, I also accepted an internship at Garfield Community Farm. This, despite having no experiences with gardening or growing anything aside from helping my mom plant a few flowers throughout my childhood! But I learned quickly to love the farm; for under the guidance of the other two staff at the farm, John and Cornelius, I found their passion for growing food and caring for the neighborhood of Garfield to be infectious. Furthermore, I was quickly drawn to the fact that these two were not just concerned with producing food from the earth, but caring for the earth itself—that the earth’s value was not found only in its ability to produce food—but also somehow that it had inherent goodness. In other words, their approach to creation reminded me of what it was like to be a child again, and have the stars astonish me. Except in this case, I wasn’t wondering about distant suns and planets, but about the small, fantastic ways that zucchini ripen, compost decays, mushrooms fruit, cilantro seeds emerge, or how the many types of life forms work with each other to bring forth abundance and beauty.
It is the last item in particular (that is, the mutually beneficial relationships between plants, animals, fungi, and insects) that has helped re-enchant the world for me, allowed me to overcome my feelings of homelessness, and to accept the size and complexity of the universe this year. For what I have experienced, most fundamentally through farming, is a sense that the universe, as God declares in Genesis, is good. Creation is good.
And most fundamentally, the universe is good because it is created, that is, it is a gift from God. And it is a good gift in all of its diversity and abundance; as Genesis emphasizes, God is the fundamental source of the vegetables, fruits, and trees “of every kind” (1:11), sea creatures and birds “of every kind” (v. 21), and land-dwelling creatures “of every kind” (v. 24). So what I think we are seeing in the creation narrative is an affirmation of the earth’s biological variety and complexity—the authors of Genesis are telling us that it is intrinsically good that life is made up of many different shapes, sizes, colors, abilities and forms.
In much the same way, I think we find biblical affirmation in Genesis 11 not just for biological diversity, but for human cultural and ethnic diversity as well. As we heard this morning in the myth of the Tower of Babel, all the peoples of the earth spoke one language, meaning that they were of a single people and culture; and out of their desire to “make a name for themselves” (11:4), this single culture sought to build the greatest and tallest tower in the world. And what does God do in response to this? God could have responded to this event in any number of conceivable ways, but what God does is confuse their language and scatter them across the earth. That is, Genesis’ writers envision diversity as divinely intended! So as one writer puts it, God undoes humanity’s attempt at “imperial monoculture [that is, a culture of one] in favor of… a dispersed, tribally diverse humanity” (Myers, p .117; brackets added).
But what does any of this have to do with farming or the natural world?
One of the most important lessons I learned farming this year is that crops are most often the healthiest and beautiful when different types of crops are grow together. Indeed, from my very first day on the farm, the importance of what are known as “polycultures” was emphasized. One can best understand what a polyculture is in contrast to what it is not; so what it is not is a monoculture, which refers to the practice of planting a single plant or crop variety over a large space. No doubt, we are all familiar with the phenomenon of corporate monoculture farms, which often span up to hundreds or even thousands of acres, and consist of a single crop type, such as corn, soy, or a grain of some kind. Polycultures, on the other hand, are much, much smaller than monocultures, are made up of two plant types or more, and often are grown to mimic plant communities that occur naturally without human intervention in the wild.
But why prefer polycultures to monocultures? It is because, as Western society is slowly realizing, planting a single crop, tearing it out, and then replanting the same crop year after year depletes and ultimately destroys soil, and often requires the large-scale usage of environmentally dangerous pesticides and herbicides to keep insect and weed populations under control. In other words, monocultures are a text-book case of “unsustainability,” that is, something that cannot be practiced for long because the earth can only sustain such treatment for so long! Polycultures are a way to work with the earth’s natural processes rather than against those processes—it is a way to think and live sustainably. And so, drawing on the Tower of Babel story, I think it teaches us that the human drive to overpower and work against the world into producing, say, just corn or soy, is not just a bad idea practically, but that its unbiblical. What I mean is that we find divine-affirmation of diversity in Genesis, and that, therefore, when we humans reject the world’s natural abundance and variety, we are operating on the belief that we can improve upon a world that is good, “but apparently not good enough for us” (Myers, p. 112).
Now of course, I should make it clear that I am not advocating that humans give up all of their technologies and return to the Stone Age; nor am I arguing that everything that occurs in the natural world is good with exception (for there are, of course, tornadoes, hurricanes, and earthquakes, cruelties inflicted on animals by other animals, and more). Instead, what I mean by saying that the world is good is that, as the psalmist pronounces, “the earth is full of [God’s] unfailing love” (Psalm 33:5). Explaining this idea, theologian Alexander Schmemann writes:
All that exists is God’s gift to [humanity], and all that exists to make God known to [humanity], to make [humanity’s] life communion with God. It is divine love made food. . . . [God] makes all creation the sign and means of God’s presence and wisdom, love and revelation: ‘O taste and see that the Lord is good.’” (Schememann, p. 14)
I think what Schememann is standing witness to here to wonder, wonder before the fact that the earth not only exists at all, but that it also is delightful, beautiful, and abundant for humanity! And here I think of the fact that the Genesis has it that after God creates the world in six days, he rests and takes pleasure in the seventh day. God doesn’t keep working. God doesn’t seek to keep improving the world by building a giant tower. No, God intentionally enjoys the hugeness, diversity, and complexity of the universe.
Ultimately, then, what I think Genesis is trying to tell us is that because creation is good we should (1) to enjoy it, (2) be thankful for it, and (3) to take care of it. For if one is given a wonderful gift, but then one is neither grateful for it, nor takes care of it, then one has in truth rejected that gift. So for me, learning how to farm has been my way this year to learn how to accept and be grateful the gift of the universe, and my place in it. And I know do feel as though I have a place in it. I have a place because I have been able to truly appreciate and enjoy the literal fruits of the earth as I have harvested honeysuckle, planted garlic, foraged for wild oyster mushrooms, and picked gooseberries. Through farming, I have rediscovered a feeling of at-homeness on earth, that the earth is a gift to humanity. But not a gift to be abused, not a gift that “we can do what we damn well please with”; rather, I have rediscovered it as a gift to be cherished and nurtured—a gift to work with, and not against.
And so, in closing: yes, the universe is unfathomably large and complex. Yes, I will never grasp how every polyculture works, all of the relationships between the world’s many life forms, or what it truly means to inhabit a universe without a center. But I’m able to live with that now. It is enough that our little corner of the universe is profoundly good, abundant with life, and worth delighting in, and not despite, but because of its mystery. For in accepting mystery, we open ourselves to wonder, and in opening ourselves to wonder, we allow ourselves to love and be grateful. Because ultimately, humanity’s many attempts at building so-called “Towers of Babel” (whether those “towers” be monocultures or something else dangerous and unsustainable), always represent humanity’s inability to accept the goodness of the gift we already have. It is an inability to wonder when we only think of the universe as something to consume. It is an inability to accept mystery, and the forces larger than we can understand that pattern our world.
Permaculturist Dave Jacke writes, “truly, it is difficult to comprehend the hidden powers that weave through and synchronize our lives” (Jacke, “Preface”). I know this is true in my own experience. For when I try to track and take stock of all the ways in which I have affected others and been affected by them, I soon get lost in a web of causes and effects that are beyond my ability to comprehend. Such is the way with nature, and such is the way with God. We embedded in a web of contingencies and complexities that extend beyond what we can fathom. Creation is a mystery, a wonderful mystery.
I’d like to close with a poem today that is very close to my heart. Many of you no doubt know it, but I’d like to read Wendell Berry’s “Mad Farmer Liberation Manifesto,” which I think is a challenge to all of the Towers of Babel in our world. And it is a call to wonder and to love our mysterious home here in creation:
Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion – put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn’t go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
(Berry, pp. 16-17)
Berry, Wendell. The Country of Marriage (New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1971).
Quinn, Daniel. Ishmael: An Adventure of the Mind and Spirit (New York: Bantam Books, 1995).
Myers, Ched. “From Garden to Tower: Genesis 1-11 as a Critique of Civilization and an Invitation to Indigenous Re-Envisioning” in Buffalo Shout, Salmon Cry: Conversations on Creation, Land Justice, and Life Together, ed. Steve Heinrichhs (Harrisonburg, VA: Herald Press, 2013), pp.109-126
Schememann, Alexander. For the Life of the World: Sacraments and Orthodoxy (Crestwood, NY: St. Vladimir’s Theological Seminary Press, 1973).
I guess we’re kind of “killing two birds with one stone” (though I hate that saying).
This Thursday night, July 11th, in place of working at the farm, we’re inviting you and our neighbors to come up to the farm from 5:30 till dark to enjoy live music, tours of the farm, potluck style dinner (so bring something) and to say goodbye to farmers Cornelius and Shauna Frantz-Deppe. They’re leaving PIttsburgh to serve with the Mennonite church in Eastern Europe. We’ll also be dedicating the bioshelter (that’s the second bird). It’s not quite done, but very close. We’ll explain it’s use and have sign ups for you to help us finish the interior.
Urban farming is one way to begin solving the problems of a lack of access to fresh food in many urban neighborhoods. Many people don’t understand there’s a problem, especially in a neighborhood like Garfield, where Whole Foods, Trader Joe’s, and Giant Eagle are only a mile or two away. But for those living without access to a car at the top of the Garfield hill in the new subsidized housing, a trip to the supermarket can be a major undertaking. Imagine a single mother with two small children walking down the steep hill to the bus stop, taking the bus to the closest market and back, and then trucking it back up the hill, where busses rarely come, with bags of groceries and those two little kids. Not easy. What is easy is to walk to the only corner store in the neighborhood and get some cheap hot dogs and white bread, maybe a few bags of chips. Options for fresh and healthy food don’t exist.
For the past five year’s Garfield Community Farm and hundreds of other urban farms around the country have been attempting to fill the void of food access in their own urban neighborhoods. Garfield Farm fulfills its mission of getting fresh organic produce to it’s neighborhood through a farmer’s market on the hill top, a 20 family CSA (which includes families from the larger neighborhood) and through donations our produce to a food pantry that is walking distance for many carless families. For many urban farms (really just small or medium sized gardens) the food we grow doesn’t go far enough and so urban farms are partnering with other local farms, non-profits and organizations to create more food access. For Garfield Farm, we purchase produce through the Pittsburgh Food Bank from a variety of other local farms for our market.
Urban farms not only create an access point for healthy food, they also exist for purposes of ecological restoration in abandoned urban areas and educational hubs around nutrition and ecology. Through urban farming, once blighted acreage where drug deals and prostitution constantly took place are becoming like the garden of Eden (on their best days). Of course considerable work is needed consistently to transform a abandoned city lot into a beautiful garden, but work also creates pride and a sense of accomplishment. Urban farms can help youth of a neighborhood take part in something they can be proud of, something they can call their own, but something that is bigger than themselves.
You can get veggies from Garfield Community Farm at our farm stand at Valley View Presbyterian Church on the corner of Aiken and Black Streets in Garfield every Wednesday from 3pm – 7pm starting June 12th.
Bioshelter Market Garden: A Permaculture Farm by Darrell Frey (Feb 1, 2011)
Sepp Holzer’s Permaculture: A Practical Guide to Small-Scale, Integrative Farming and Gardening–With information… by Sepp Holzer (Apr 11, 2011)
Gaia’s Garden, Second Edition: A Guide To Home-Scale Permaculture by Toby Hemenway (Apr 2009)
Permaculture: A Designers’ Manual by Bill Mollison (Dec 1988)
Permaculture: Principles and Pathways Beyond Sustainability by David Holmgren (Dec 1, 2002)
Permaculture One: A Perennial Agriculture for Human Settlements by Bill Mollison, David Holmgren and Earle Barnhart (Jun 1981)
Restoration Agriculture by Mark Shepard (Jan 1, 2013)
Deeply Rooted: Unconventional Farmers in the Age of Agribusiness by Lisa M. Hamilton (Mar 30, 2010)
Rodale’s Ultimate Encyclopedia of Organic Gardening: The Indispensable Green Resource for Every Gardener [Paperback]
The Curious Garden by Peter Brown (Apr 1, 2009)
Over the years GCF has planted and harvested some very uncommon vegetables for our CSA members, and we hope to continue to try new and interesting things in the future. One very successful perennial at the farm has been our Broad Leaved Sorrel. I won’t say it’s been the most popular of additions to the CSA, but I blame that on it’s rarity and not its potential. There seem to be plenty of stories from our CSA members coming back wondering what that sour lettuce was or why their spinach tastes like rhubarb. Some people love it and some people just don’t know what to do with it. Other’s, like my son Micah, will just eat as much as he can right out of the garden!
Our 2013 CSA filled up more quickly and with a more diverse crowd than ever before. If you are wanting a local farm CSA this year check out http://pittsburgh.about.com/od/farm_markets/tp/csa_farms.htm