At meeting for worship last Sunday, we heard (maybe too much?) ministry re tribes/tribal identity.
So I was kinda forced to think about tribes. And here’s where I got:
Seems like one, very important organizing principle of a tribe is this: Everyone in that tribe knows the same stories. (Do the words “Bucky F-ing Dent!” mean anything to you? If so, you and I are in the same tribe.)
The day before all that ministry and pondering, David and I saw “Beasts of the Southern Wild,” the first story-telling re climate-change movie I’ve seen, certainly the first non-documentary, non-urban-setting apocalyptic film I’ve ever seen.
I thought I recognized something else: the prequel to “The Shambhala Warrior Prophecy.” Here’s a video—with a way-too-earnest intro—of Joanna Macy telling that tale. (If you want to skip right to the Aesop’s Fable, the moral-of-the-story ending, here is it: The two weapons of the Shambhala warriors are compassion and insight.)
I invite you to see the movie, watch the video. So we can be in the same tribe.