Between Two Ways

“We can simplify our society–that is, make ourselves free–only by undertaking tasks of great mental and cultural complexity.” (Wendell Berry 49)

It’s a paradox, of course–a truth that seems counter-intuitive, even contradictory. But it’s neither. It’s just true. We are free when our lives are complex. And when we live lives of complexity, we obtain simple freedom.

Berry points out that, during simpler times (when most of us inhabited rural communities), our work was complex. We built our own houses, grew our own food, and made our own clothes. We navigated the world using a variety of skills.

A farmer–if you’ll forgive the cliche–seldom put his eggs in one basket. He had chickens for eggs and meat, cows for milk, and pigs for meat. He grew corn to feed the animals and himself. But he also grew alfalfa and cotton and wheat. He had a series of enterprises requiring various ways of working. He was not a specialist.

He rotated the crops to take care of the land. He knew that, without the land, there was no way to sustain life. His complex way of living brought simplicity that was freeing. He produced all or most of what he needed. He lived in community but independently.

When we moved to the city, we became specialists.

Our list of skills shrank. Our dependence on others grew. We stopped being producers and became consumers of goods others produced.

In the city, the essence of freedom changed and became something less responsible, more self-focused.

The change is something we attribute to advanced technology, to modernity. But it’s more than that. In our consumption, we lost meaning in our lives.

Loss of meaning changes our core beliefs as a people, a nation. The nature of our beliefs relies largely on where we come from. Two sets of beliefs spring from our different worlds, the countryside and the cityscape, and will not reconcile into a single way of thinking.

We can trace the differences in our core beliefs back to people moving from farmland to city.

In the nineteenth century, moving from the country to the city marked a huge shift in how we saw children.

On the farm, children had been blessings from heaven. Once they reached a certain age, they became helpful hands on the farm. One day they would become heirs of the land. Life in that place would go on as it had before.

In the complex life on a farm, everyone who was able worked. Children jumped in to help with chores as soon as they were old enough. And they somehow became older sooner out in the country.

At the dawn of the urban explosion in the city, men worked. Women stayed home with children whose contributions to sustaining the family were non-existent or small. If the man’s work provided a good living, the woman and children did not need employment. If the reward of his work was meager, his wife and children made their way into sweat-shops.

It was difficult to carry one’s own weight. Yet many found meaning even in such a place. They worked to make sure their own children would not bear a similar burden.

As a child, my father rose early and stood on a street corner selling newspapers every day. He never kept the reward of his work. He contributed his earnings to the household.

He made a better life for his children.

Now, we’ve reached a point where it’s hard to imagine a better life for our children. Is there a better place than the comfortable one we’ve made for ourselves?

Seeking more comfort–or for those in a world of pain because of abuse or neglect, some comfort–has brought us the drug crisis and school shootings.

Young people lack responsibility and self-control largely because they are more concerned about comfort than meaning. Yet they seek meaning. And they can never quite find enough comfort.

The long-yearned-for-prize of comfort revealed itself to be a plastic trinket.

In the countryside, fathers taught (and still teach) youngsters how to shoot a rifle and/or shotgun. Pre-teens hunted and fished (some still do), supplementing the family’s store of food. And these children were also prepared to defend the homestead and the livestock against wild animals or someone with evil intentions. Many still are so prepared without danger to their peers.

In the city, guns could have only two purposes–threat or protection. Today in cities where specialization reigns, only the police are supposed to protect. There is no place for private gun ownership in the minds of many city dwellers.

Such issues define our differences. There seems to be no solution in sight.

But perhaps a solution comes in making our lives more complex.

We are a long way from building our own houses, growing our own food, and making our own clothes.

But learning how to do some of the things that make us more independent can make us more responsible, more independent people. We can produce again rather than simply consume.

And by learning production ourselves, we pass along production, and with it responsibility, self-sufficiency, and meaning to the young.

Doing so can help us understand each other. Doing so can help us help each other. Doing so may make all the difference for someone disenchanted with a plastic trinket of meaningless comfort.

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14 Replies to “Between Two Ways”

  1. This piece is profound, Nancy. These realities were impressed on me when I was writing my novels that are set in the era of WW1. Every task the characters of my novels undertake are complex. Eggs must be gathered, seeds must be sown, harvest involved only horse- and man-powered machinery. Driving to town involved hitching up a horse to a wagon and making the slow trek, giving everyone time for contemplation and conversation. Life was focused on family and on producing the necessary needs of the home. Everyone worked and had significance.

    You’ve detailed the damage the industrial revolution and then the exodus from the family farm has caused to our nation. But, how do we go back? My parents took us back by choosing undeveloped mountain land and, with my sister and I and our grandparents, building a log cabin with our own hands. The task was meaningful. Our kids love to go there, and one of them in particular does a lot of repair work there. He’s the one who worked his way through college as a carpenter. As humans, I feel we gravitate toward this, and you have so eloquently spelled out why. It gives us meaning.

    1. And we find that meaning by mirroring God’s creative nature. We are imago Dei. We find ourselves in our own creating. Thanks, Melinda. God bless!

  2. I have ben thinking of much the same thing recently, Nancy! We are too dependent on others for our basic needs, like food and shelter. Barely anyone these days knows how to grow their own food or build a structure. I’ve been wondering if knowing these basic skills would help me grow closer to the Lord because I’d be more in touch with His creation.

    1. That’s a great point, Jessica. We do find more faith in rural communities than we do in the cities. When people have to be more independent, they look to the Lord and acknowledge Him more clearly as the provider of blessings. Thanks and God bless!

  3. Learning new skills and engaging in diverse activities helps us expand our knowledge and expertise and interconnectedness with others. The act of growing things – even if it is herbs or a tomato plant in a pot – helps remind us of God’s provision and where things come from and the cycles and seasons of life.

    1. I don’t have anything close to a green thumb. But I planted cukes when my kids were little so they’d understand that food just didn’t come from a store. The closer to nature, the closer we get to the Creator. Thanks, Anne. God bless!

  4. Your post made me stop and think and that is a good thing. The less “specialized “ we become, the less we feel a need for God. I see more faith in those we less too. Thanks for sharing this wonderful message

    1. Specialization requires us to depend on others. Varying our tasks helps us see God’s hand and the meaning behind work. Thanks for reading, Yvonne. God bless!

  5. Very insightful, especially what you wrote: “Young people lack responsibility and self-control largely because they are more concerned about comfort than meaning. Yet they seek meaning. And they can never quite find enough comfort.” Oh. My. Goodness. I could not have said it better myself. Excellent observation.

    But God….

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