In the Black Hills of South Dakota, the Ponderosa Pine Trees
seem to scrape the skies, standing tall and singing like instruments in a giant
wind garden. Scraped to ooze their
yellow sap by passing buffalo and strongly planted with impressive root systems,
the trees reach skyward in determined growing attempts. These trees, part of a delicate ecological
balance, partner in a process with forest fires. We don’t see many forest fires in Iowa, at
least not anything like what I might see on television while sitting in a
recently flooded Iowa river town. Watching
the news about forest fires, the television crews tend to focus rightly on the
families and businesses impacted. But, it
is easy to miss another story that is commencing with the fire sweeping
through, initiating a new process of growth.
The germination of this particular tree, the Ponderosa pine, requires
the natural fire process to germinate new trees. The
seeds require the high heats of a sweeping fire to awaken, as it were, and
begin their own sky sweeping growth and development process. Nitrogen is put back into the soil, dead
undergrowth is burned off, and the forest floor is opened up to new life. It is a destructive process of renewal.
In passing through the Black Hills a few years ago, I
remember seeing the destruction of the fire across the hills. Charred bark, blackened ground, and dead
undergrowth scarred the once green landscape.
It was sad to see the things that were vibrant and lush only shortly
before, now charred and sooty as remnants of the damage left by the fire. Time has passed and now when I look on those
same steep slopes, they are carpeted with new pine trees, several feet high and
thick in the trunks. A fresh green is
the overwhelming color on the hills, and I can see where new flowers and plants
are starting to form again. The dead
lifeless look of the fire area has been turned into a nursery augmenting the
current mature forest population.
Perhaps we should pay more attention to the cycles of fire
ecology, the processes can teach us about other things as well. Perched on the high plains, just inside the
borders of South Dakota, there is a tiny town named Ardmore. Admore - a ghost town.
We all experience fires in our life, some of them may even
be forest fires outside our door. They
sweep through with intensity, and seem to completely devastate the
landscape. What once at least appeared
to the casual outside viewer like it was fairly in order and okay has turned to
nothing but ash and bareness. But, we
who are Christ followers can trust in the growth that comes from the fires’
destruction. Regardless if it is moving
from a town because of economic fires or the ruin of forest fires, or if it is
looking around your life and feeling that it is littered with charred remains,
we can look with hope at the devastation.
We have a different kind of fire ecology, the kind where hope remains
and good new growth can come from the perceived ruin.
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