Shirin McArthur

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The Big Tree


big treeI’ve finally seen it—up close and personal (yes, that’s me standing under the tree!). After two years of hearing about “the big tree,” we finally went to it on one of our recent weekly hikes. As you can see, it certainly is a very tall, very wide, quite grand tree. According to the Forest Service, “The Big Juniper Tree is nationally ranked as the second largest alligator Juniper Tree. Its diameter is 70.2 in, circumference is 18 ft. 4 in, crown spread is 62 ft., and height is 63 ft.” They don’t say how old it is, which I’d like to know—but perhaps they’ve decided not to damage it in order to find out.

I’ve been thinking a lot about trees lately, in part because my blogs during Advent will focus on a tree that Henry and I have purchased…but you’ll have to wait until next week to learn more about that! Today, however, is Christ the King Sunday, the last Sunday of the Christian year, and it seems quite fitting to meditate today on a truly kingly (or perhaps queenly?) tree.

This tree has withstood many things over the years. People have carved their names into its bark. Some limbs have died, while one or two others show signs of what might have been fire, or a lightning strike. But the tree itself appears to be quite healthy, with nary a yellow branch or needle in sight. And as you can see in this photo, the Forest Service has surrounded the tree with a fence—but not to keep people out, as there is a way in on one side. Our guess was to keep elk from rubbing their antlers on the bark…but it still seems like a funny thing to do to a tree that has survived everything that has come its way for hundreds of years before we humans arrived with our fence!

The Christian tradition is not unlike this big tree. It has withstood many things over the centuries. People have attempted to imprint their names upon Christianity—although, for the most part, it is those like St. Francis and Mother Teresa, whose focus has not been upon making a name for themselves, who have succeeded. Some limbs—some versions of the faith—have died out, but others are flourishing, and the center remains strong. Some have tried to fence it about to “protect” the faith, but it is just as ironic to think Christianity needs our protection as it is to fence a tree that is more endangered by our pollution than by the wild animals that have peacefully coexisted with it for hundreds of years.

What traditions have a kingly, or queenly, stature or role in your life? Do you seek to carve your name into them—to make them yours in some way? Do you build fences to keep others out—or in?

What, or who, reigns as king or queen in your life?


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New Mexico Foliage


It’s not as spectacular as the foliage in New England, but New Mexico has its own special beauty in the fall. NM fall 3On our hike this past week, we did not find fields filled with color. Instead, we saw spots of color highlighted amidst an evergreen and desert-brown landscape. All the more special for being unexpected, these colors delighted our eyes and prompted conversation about our years of living on the east coast.

NM fall 1The colors of fall are the colors of fire. Bright oranges, reds, and yellows, they stand out against the cool evergreens and background browns. In much the same way, some seasons in our lives stand out for how they catch us on fire, whether it be an exciting new challenge at work or teaching a child how to walk or read.

For some of us, the colors of fall are present in the produce of our gardens. Last night I roasted a bunch of those steadily ripening red Roma tomatoes, while earlier in the week I cooked up a nice-sized orange pumpkin that I’d picked up at the last farmer’s market of the season. To me, these colors speak of the abundance of harvest, and the abundance of God in my own life: of love, of work, of having enough to share. I’ll be taking one of those box lids full of tomatoes to church on Sunday afternoon to see if I can’t share this abundance.

What are the colors of this season of your life? Are you on fire, or are you in a cool zone? What do those colors represent for you? Where do you find God in it all?


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Green Tomatoes


tomatoes 2This past week we finally had a frost. I’d been keeping an eye on the weather forecast and spent a late afternoon harvesting green, pink, and almost-red tomatoes—quite a few of them. As I picked, I thought about Henry’s aunt Ada, who lived with us the last year of her life. I’ve written a book of meditations on that year, and keep contemplating publishing it…but somehow that hasn’t happened yet.

Today, however, I thought I’d share one of those meditations, as it also has to do with green tomatoes. I hope you enjoy it!

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In preparation for moving from one home to another last fall, we had to dismantle our garden before the first frost. As she so often did, Ada joined me and wanted to help out. I gave her the project of picking all the tomatoes that were showing any blush of red. I focused on the large green ones, with visions of green tomato relish and fried green tomatoes making me salivate. Together we filled a couple of cardboard box lids, after which I began to uproot the plants themselves. Ada wanted to keep going, to pick the dozens of cherry-size green tomatoes as well. I encouraged her, figuring it would keep her busy. In my mind it was make-work, because I didn’t think those tomatoes were large enough to amount to anything.

We ended up with four full box lids of tomatoes, thoroughly mixed—large and small, green and half-ripe—which found a home on a shelf unit in our new garage, covered with newspapers to let those half-ripened tomatoes finish their work. Over the ensuing weeks my intentions for frying and canning green tomatoes fell victim to the realities of unpacking boxes and getting settled. I did dip into the box lids, though, every few days, to pull what had ripened for use in sandwiches and salads. Eventually I ended up roasting dozens of the cherry-size tomatoes because we could not keep up with them otherwise. No matter how green they were when picked, they ripened, perhaps encouraged by their larger neighbors. Many of those tiny roasted tomatoes ended up on our Thanksgiving appetizer platter—every one of them a gift I would have left behind if not for Ada’s companionship that day.

So now I ponder: did I disregard the imperfect and immature because I am fortunate enough to live with abundance? Did Ada reach for those green tomatoes because she was a teenager during the Great Depression and remembered, at a visceral level, how much each small bite of food was worth? I never went hungry growing up—unless I refused the food that was presented to me at the dinner table. I also cannot count the number of times that my mother said we needed to clean our plates because of the “starving Armenians.” I didn’t know who those Armenians were, or why they were starving, but I did grow up knowing that it was tantamount to a crime to waste food. I remember Henry’s comment, when we set up our new compost bin a couple of months ago, that he had been feeling guilty for wasting all the vegetable trimmings and eggshells that we had been throwing into the trash.

Recently the Food Network aired a television special featuring two teams competing to create the best gourmet meal constructed entirely from food destined for the trash. The waste of food that they encountered is appalling. How did we get to the point that we will not accept any apple less than “perfect”? Every one of us is clearly as imperfect as our fabled foremother Eve, who was tempted by the snake to eat the apple in the Garden of Eden.

The abundance of food in America has also led to a disregard for its unseen attributes, and for its impact upon the human body. The food making our teenagers obese is filled with chemicals and preservatives so that our convenience culture can distance itself even further from the sources of its own sustenance, and shortcut the time needed to transform the raw materials into a meal. Inner-city children being exposed for the first time to a school garden are horrified by the fact that a carrot grows in the dirt. That dirt, to them, is more dangerous than the chemicals in the snack cake they bought at the corner convenience store on the way home from school.

Fortunately, it appears that the urge to garden, to return to our roots—dirty as they are—is growing in America today. Schools and community open spaces are providing opportunities for gardening to children and adults who have no experience or understanding of growing plants for food. We can hope that they will see the imperfection in their own fruits and be willing to tolerate it there, as well as in the imperfect humans with whom they share the adventure.


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Changing Seasons


In the US today we all got the opportunity to sleep in a bit, as daylight savings time ended at 2 am. The weather is cooling off and the days are shorter. Those who live where the leaves change color have experienced, in many places, a spectacular seasonDSC_7032 (this photo is from my trip to New England a few weeks ago). I’m amazed that we haven’t yet had a freeze here, although there were warnings of such a couple of weeks ago. My tomatoes continue to ripen, and the trombocino squash plant is still producing.

Around town, the ghosts, goblins, princesses and spider men have shed their Halloween costumes and are indulging in their candy. And, of course, the holiday bazaar season is already underway. Two churches in town held their bazaars yesterday. From here on out, until the end of the year, much of our culture will be focused on “the holidays.” Shopping for gifts, gathering with family, and eating more than we need will occupy much of our time in the weeks ahead.

What do these changing seasons mean to you? Are you focused on nature, shopping, or cultural events? Or perhaps on the elections occurring Tuesday across our nation?DSC_7035 crop I had to take a picture of this election sign because I just couldn’t imagine that there was much competition for this particular job!

As the “holiday season” gains momentum, and activities multiply, I invite you to take some time to slow down, to remember the many spiritual gifts hidden in this time. I ask you now, so you have time to reflect before you’re overwhelmed: How will you connect with God during “the holidays”?


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An Accountant’s Nightmare


Henry and I took some vacation time a week ago to visit family and friends in New England. It was a great trip and the autumn leaves were stunning. But this week you’re not getting stunning fall color photos…maybe next week. This week you’re getting some musings on recycling and Caesar.

You see, the night Henry and I stayed in southern Maine, I was thrilled to find recycling containers in the hotel room. I had been keeping our various drink bottles in the back of the car, hoping that I could pawn them off on family for recycling at the end of our trip. I’d forgotten how progressive Maine is with recycling, and had no idea that hotels might have (perhaps be required to have) recycling options in every room. When I mentioned that to Henry, he suggested that I should write a blog about it—and then joked that we could write off the cost of the hotel room if I wrote that blog.

recycleSo I took a picture of the recycling bins, and we had an interesting conversation about what he called “an accountant’s nightmare”—which would occur if I were to write off the hotel room as a business expense because I had managed to incorporate it into my ministry. He pointed out that the gospel lesson for last Sunday involved Jesus outfoxing the accountants of his day—Sadducees and Pharisees—by responding to their query about the lawfulness of taxes by stating that we should render unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s, and give to God that which is God’s.

Jesus was those accountants’ nightmare. He turned the established norms and laws on their head, reminding anyone who would listen that God held true primacy in their lives. Sure, the coins were stamped with Caesar’s image, but they were made with metal that, like all of creation, belonged first of all to God. In a sense, if I were to write off that hotel room stay, it would be with dollar bills that were printed with words and images belonging to the US government, but on paper that was once the fruit of thriving cotton plants created by God.

You see, ultimately, everything is God’s, regardless of how we have transformed them through our use. And therefore everything is sacred. And so I ask you: how would it change the way you live your life if you kept in mind that all your money was really God’s? How would it change your life if you were to choose to live in the daily awareness that everything around you—no matter whose image it now bears—belongs to our lavish Creator?


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Icing on the Rock of Life


icing rockOn a recent hike my friend and I found a rock that reminded me of a cake—a deep rich cake slathered in a contrasting layer of white icing. Thinking about that now, I have to laugh a bit at myself—still seeing sugar in so many places! But another truth is that it’s a fitting image of our lives sometimes—a fluffy, sugar-coated surface hiding something rich and dark underneath…and in the case of the rock, quite hard.

We all hide certain parts of ourselves beneath a contrasting exterior. “Tough boys” can hide vulnerability, bubbly personalities can hide deep loneliness, and any of us can hide parts of ourselves that we believe won’t be acceptable in certain situations. We slather on that icing, nice and thick, so that people won’t see what we think of as “the hard stuff” that lies underneath.

We also experience rock-hard times in our lives. Dreams short-circuit in the face of reality. We make mistakes which have painful consequences. People move away, or move on, or die “on us.” We might be tempted to pile on the sugar coating, “make the best of things,” but the fact remains that life is full of suffering as well as joy—and if we did not experience the suffering, we wouldn’t have a context for appreciating the joy and beauty that appear at other times.

I asked my friend to let me take a picture of this rock, in her hands, for this blog. She asked if I wanted to keep the rock, and I told her the picture was enough. At the time I was thinking of all the rocks I have accumulated along my life’s journey, and how quickly I forget the stories behind particular rocks, leaving me with a pile of past rocks that have no present meaning for me. It is the image in the moment, rather than something enduring, which tends to be the best teacher for me.

Which might be why God keeps putting rocks in my path—so that I can keep learning.

Are there images, metaphors, or items (like rocks) that repeatedly appear on your own life’s journey? Do you remember the life lessons, the images/metaphors/items, or both? If you become still for a few moments now, is there something in particular that comes to mind?


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Beauty in the Miniscule


mullein grasshopper closeupMy friend and I hiked on Boston Hill again a few days ago, and a number of things caught our attention along the way. Some of our discoveries didn’t photograph so well, such as drops of dew shining on the soft leaves of a mullein plant but, in one photo, I was able to capture the tiny face of a grasshopper hiding within the inner leaves of a plant. Judging from the lacy appearance of the leaves on surrounding specimens, this grasshopper, along with its comrades, had been munching on the other mullein plants in the area and was now going to start in on this one.

What I had not expected, until I downloaded the images at home and saw them full-screen, was the unique beauty in each mullein leaf. I found myself thinking of Velcro or fleece as I observed the texture of these mullein leaves close up. In fact, with their coating of damp dew, they felt more like a very soft towel when I touched one during our hike. They also appear fairly weighty in this photograph, yet in person they felt light as the proverbial feather, and while they look almost white in this close-up, they are in fact a lovely pale green which stood out strongly against their red-rock surroundings.photo 1(8)

When did you last take time to really observe something you came across, with more than one of your senses? So often we see something—and keep right on going. Yet every bit of God’s creation, all around us, is full of wonder if we will only take the time to really slow down and investigate. I encourage you to do that this week. Take time to get to know some small thing at a new level.

And then, take time to give thanks to our Creator for the incredible and innumerable gifts we have been given!

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