Wednesday we went on a field trip to the National Museum of the American Indian (NMAI). It’s probably one of my favorite museums in the Smithsonian collection. We went because LightHusband has a cousin in town for the week and we met her and her two daughters there for the day. One daughter is LightGirl’s age (they are 3 days apart), the other is a year older than LightBoy. We saw a movie, toured some exhibits, and then did a little course on basket weaving … so the cousin and I had to make a lot of jokes that we were now finally taking that basket weaving course we’d always promised ourselves in college. We all made these little baskets using plastic cups for a base, and a technique perfected by Native Americans of the Pacific Northwest coastline. It’s called twining. It was a fun day and our second visit to the museum. I’ll go back again next January or so after the summer/fall tourist crowds die down again.
One of the nice things about this museum is their cafeteria. You select foods that are based upon foods that the Native Americans might have eated from each of the geographical locations … there’s the Northeast, Northwest, Plains, South America, Central America, etc. It’s really good … but really expensive. Lunch for the 4 of us cost $65.00 … more than we usually spend on dinner and we didn’t get anything extravagant, nor did we get dessert!!
I think one of the reasons I love this museum so much is that in the planning and execution of the displays (both interactive and static) the spirituality of the people groups is allowed to shine through. The very building itself was designed to be a spiritual building in the nature of Native American spirituality. And you can sense that as you walk through the doors. It is sacred space. Sacred space in which their stories might unfold in a way of their choosing. And they do.
Lately my bedtime reading has been Listening for the Heartbeat of God: A Celtic Spirituality
by J. Philip Newell. It’s a shortish history of the Celtic/Irish church from about 400 AD and it’s my fourth or so book on the subject. Since it’s bedtime reading, I get in about 2 pages a night before falling asleep … it’s slow going. But on Wednesday I was struck by some of the gross similarities between the Native Americans and the Celtic/Irish Church. And it got me thinking.
When I first started out in college and was asked to declare a major, I was going to be an anthropologist. So I’ve done some (I say loosely) studying of indigenous cultures. It was a long time ago, but it’s an interest that has stuck with me.
But here’s my thought that’s sticking in my head … about most indigenous cultures. Those people who live close to the land, also live close to their god. They do not separate their god from the rest of their lives. Even the Celts, once they had taken on Christianity, absorbed it into their daily lives. God/Jesus/Holy Spirit became one with them and you see this in their prayers. They (the people) invited God to be part of milking the cows, making the bed, plowing the fields, sowing the seed, churning the butter, whatever the chore, the joy, the sadness, the great, the small … God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit were invited in and were there. And that was the same sense I got at NMAI on Wednesday … different gods to be sure. But they had not compartmentalized their spiritual life into one place in their lives and their other activities into other places. Their lives were lived in a much more holistic manner. Neither had the Celtic Christians … they were a holistic people, for whom God was in all parts of their life, not just church on Sunday, or Bible Study on Tuesday. They found His image in the face of all they met, and His words on the tongue of all who they spoke to, and attempted to have His words on their tongues at all times.
I find that very appealing and think there might be much we could learn from living in that way. What do you think?