Published in the Mustard Seed Sentinel, 3/28/2020
“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 independently, but in community.
“[T]here were times, . . . mainly during the . . . harvest, when we would all be together. The men would go early to have the benefit of the cool of the morning. The women would finish their housework and then gather, sometimes bringing dishes already cooked, to lay on a big feed at dinnertime; and then after the dishes were done, they would go out to help in the field or the barn for the rest of the day. . . . This was our membership.” (Hannah Coulter 92)
Modern people have accused our forebears of sexual division, relegating women to the kitchen. But women worked in the fields too. Men and women grew food and other crops. Often the division of labor meant he worked harder than she did growing the food. And she worked harder than he did to put it on the table. Children grew up learning a good measure of hard work.
It wasn’t about who did what work. It was about making sure the work got done. Everyone had a part to play, a contribution to make, a purpose to serve.
People worked hard, some just to survive–others, to thrive. They grew old, perhaps at a faster rate than we do. They were tired. But they were not lonely.
Today, loneliness is an American epidemic. Cigna released a study indicating that most Americans are lonely. We might expect that among the elderly–especially those who live alone–but that isn’t the case. In fact, older people have done the best job of keeping themselves from being isolated.
The loneliest among us are the young. Cigna says the problem is bigger than social isolation. Cigna is an insurance company. Loneliness is a health problem–as harmful as smoking–making some more prone to heart disease. Loneliness is costly to insurance companies and costly to our society.
And social loss happens in more than dollars. Lonely people are more prone to substance abuse. Loneliness has become a social crisis.
Berry sums up our problem this way: “We need drugs, apparently, because we have lost each other.”
How did our loss of each other begin?
In the nineteenth century, moving from the country to the city marked a huge shift in how we saw children, for example. 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—where people lived complex lives of contribution.
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.
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 city places because, even as children, they contributed to the family.
My father rose early as a child and stood on a street corner selling newspapers every day. He never kept the reward of his work. He gave his earnings to help support the household as his list of acquired skills grew.
In becoming specialists in the city, our list of skills shrank as our dependence on others grew. We stopped being producers and became consumers of goods others produced. And ironically, in the midst of city crowds and in our dependent interconnectedness, we lost our sense of community.
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 consumption rather than production, we lost meaning in our lives.
Loss of meaning changes our core beliefs as a people, a nation—hence our red and blue selves. 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 we will find great difficulty in reconciling the two into a single way of thinking.
In the countryside, fathers still teach youngsters how to shoot a rifle and/or shotgun. Pre-teens hunt and fish, supplementing the family’s store of food. And these children are also prepared to defend the homestead and the livestock against wild animals or someone with evil intentions.
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 gun ownership in the minds of many city dwellers.
Issues like that one define our differences. There seems to be no solution in sight.
The American Dream entails the pursuit of a better life. 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 prize of comfort has revealed itself to be like a plastic trinket—easily broken, the next one to be constantly sought after. Perhaps it’s time to build lives that are a bit more uncomfortable, lives with purpose beyond comfort.
Yet an exodus back to the farming life doesn’t seem reasonable. Much of the available farmland has been consolidated or subdivided. Even so, there are things we can do to regain community, complexity, and simple freedom—that of independence.
Many of these things come more easily to farm folks. Working together, eating together. That can be the primary place we begin during this coronavirus crisis when we find ourselves compelled to stay home. The next step may be not to move back to normal too much or too fast once the crisis passes.
We can grow some of our own food. Some of us already grow tomatoes–even in pots–even in apartments. What better way to show the young that food doesn’t originate in a store? What better way to explain the concept of cultivation?
We cultivate plants. We cultivate purpose. We cultivate our souls. We can produce more. We can consume less. We can show others the difference and pass along responsibility, self-sufficiency, and meaning to them. We can find a new way to go back to a better way of doing things.
When we as a society left the farm for the town or the suburbs, we thought we were moving to a better place, an easier life. Ease has shown itself to be a poor trade for peace in our hearts.
With purpose, we find that peace. And that is something worthwhile to pass along.
20 Replies to “HEADlines: With a Sense of Purpose We Find Peace”
Interesting. Times change and people change, but I am thankful the love of God is forever. We can find peace in Him.
Thanks, Melissa. God bless!
Wow, this is such a great way of processing this topic of comfort, purpose and peace. How very interesting and true to think about the lives of those in pioneer time or even just a few decades ago, living off their land and not worrying about the somewhat silly things we argue about today. Thank you for this perspective!
Thank you, Emily. It is strange to think that our lives have reduced themselves to the petty things we worry about sometimes. God bless!
I find myself thinking a lot right now about farmers and what they experience both out of necessity and as a result for living in such close connection with the land and with animals. There is such beauty in that. I was raised in the city, but as I mature, I have such respect and admiration for the wisdom that comes from living in and with nature. It has so much to teach me.
Food comes from farms. As I watch the news, I see big farmers are in trouble because they can’t get the migrant workers they need to harvest the crops. Small crops are easier for smaller numbers of people to harvest. People who run both big and small farms have always understood what we take for granted. You’re so right, Jessica. We city people have much to learn. I’m hoping this situation helps us learn it. Thanks and God bless!
So interesting, Nancy. It is simple and complex. When our world became so modernized, it brought such good things and connection possibilities around the world. But it also brought about the loneliness you discuss. And the lack of true connection (when we aren’t in a quarantine time).
My grandparents often used the term, “Back in the day.” Then, children and teens rose before daylight to do chores. This became a pattern for them in their adult lives—you get up early to work—either at home or at a work place. The team concept was never questioned. If you lived under a roof, you helped with whatever needed to be done. Back in the day, boys and girls learned social manners and certain etiquette and ethics were expected of them.
I fear we have swung the pendulum so far in the name of modern and innovative progress, that we have let the good and wholesome ethics of our pedigree fall from our family trees.
You’re so right, Karen. What’s amazing about the quarantine is that people have cleaned yeast off the store shelves. They must be making–or providing for the possibility of making–their own bread. And people have cleaned the gardening stores out of plants. They’re growing their own food.
Life became dull in our quarantine. Perhaps we are rediscovering purpose in the complexity we can choose now.
Thanks, Karen. God bless!
Amen Sister thank you for the encouragement as always. I thank God for my Purpose He has put on my life which has given me great peace as I serve. God Bless
Thank you, Stephen. You’re so right. Our purpose is such a great gift. It’s where we find fulfillment. God bless!
Wow, Nancy, you’ve waded into deep waters with this post – so good.
Thank you, Ava. Berry writes in the depths and invites us there. God bless!
Having a purpose and using our God given gifts to implement it allows us to make a difference for God’s kingdom and to move it forward.
Amen, Anne. We’ve spent years telling our youth that they’re special and they should indulge their inclinations. They are special–special in the gifts they have to contribute–not to neglect so they can indulge. Thanks and God bless!
With purpose we find peace. I love this thought. Especially when we find our purpose in God it gives us a peace that no one can understand. Thanks for the thought provoking words.
Thank you, Yvonne. God bless!
Beautifully written and so true, Nancy! When I was writing my novels set in the WW1 era, it was delightful to immerse myself in the lives of my great-grandparents as they worked on their farm in Oklahoma. The planting, the harvesting with all the neighbors helping, the community events, the hard work, the buggy rides where communication was easy and calm. I’m glad I also grew up in a hardworking home. We also taught our children to work. And yet, our society usually robs us of these gatherings until a flood or a hurricane or a tornado brings us together with our neighbors to help. And then, we see that we’re still ourselves, in this society that is so separated and often so lonely. We’re still people who rise up and work and help one another. We fill the sandbags and pile them to help keep the flood waters at bay. We arrive after the tornado and help our neighbors pick up the pieces. We clean up the mud after the hurricane. I’m glad for those glimmers of recognition that we still exist.
So true, Melinda, that adversity brings out the best in some people. Happy Easter. Thanks and God bless!
Such wisdom and truth here, Nancy! I really can’t see things getting “better” for our children. More complex. More luxuries, maybe. And more strife. More division. More separation.
I thought this line was so profound:
“Yet they seek meaning. And they can never quite find enough comfort.
The prize of comfort has revealed itself to be like a plastic trinket—easily broken, the next one to be constantly sought after. Perhaps it’s time to build lives that are a bit more uncomfortable, lives with purpose beyond comfort.”
Wow. Purpose and meaning over comfort. That is what our souls really long for. But who can see that?
In our quest for more comfort, we miss that true fulfillment. We are all guilty of it too. Thanks, Melissa. God bless!