It’s also known for its California redwood trees. Redwoods, in case you don’t know, are massive trees. They can be up to 350 feet (British version: 107 metres) tall and 20 feet (British version: 7 metres) wide. The older trees around here are 2000 years old.
The place we’re staying on holiday is in a deep canyon; our cabin is pressed in on all sides by redwoods. Yesterday, I sat outside for a while just enjoying the majesty of these colossal sentinels. And, as is common for me, my mind started wondering how what I was viewing had connections to my life.
First, one can’t stare at a redwood tree (or a sunset, or any number of other natural wonders) without having a sense of God. The majestic beckons our hearts and minds to reflect on God. Atheists struggle to find words for transcendent moments like this, compelled by a sense of something good outside of themselves, but not having the language for it.
People default to faulty-but-aspirational language about ‘the universe’, ascribing volition and moral will to the earth or all that is. It clearly has an otherness, this sort of beauty. But so many of our attempts to describe it fall short; sitting in the dappled sunlight at the bottom of a stand of redwoods, I feel something personal in their presence.
I’m not suggesting that the trees are God. I’m suggesting that I am experiencing, as you would if you were sitting next to me, a liminal space that naturally carries so many of the characteristics of the creator, that I can’t help but sense the creator.
As a youth worker, it’s critical that I put myself in these spaces on a regular basis, that I am reminded of this sense. I’d even go as far as to say that right now, looking at and contemplating the redwood trees, a full nine hour drive from the teenagers I work with, I’m actively doing youth work. In fact, this is important youth work. Cultivating my spiritual vitality is some of the most important youth work I ever do.
But there’s another level of reflection I’m drawn to, one that’s more metaphorical and less literal: in youth work, I’m called to be the redwood tree.
Cultivating my spiritual vitality is some of the most important youth work I ever do
I’m reminded of a horrible youth work failure of mine, when I was about 20 years old. I’d just almost-and-accidentally broken a girl’s neck while attempting an attention-getting move, when an older youth worker sat me down. He said something very close to this (he said this in love, but he was blunt):
‘You’re really failing at this so far! You’re trying to be a lighthouse on wheels, following the teenagers around and constantly beaming out ‘Notice me!’ But they don’t need or want that from you. They need you to be a lighthouse on a promontory, stationary and dependable. The light from a lighthouse isn’t used for prying or invading or exposing; it’s a faithful reference point. ’
So, lighthouses and redwood trees - sorry for all the metaphors there. In redwood trees, words like faithful, dependable, steady and constant take on bark-covered life. These trees show the scars of abuse and fires; but they remain steadfast. Storms have raged and glorious days have passed, but these trees are persistent and relentless.
I’d like to be that kind of youth worker. I’m not interested in putting on a good show. And, frankly, I’m not interested in trying to replace the Holy Spirit, bringing conviction, exposing faults. But I dream of being a youth worker — an agent of Christ in the lives of teenagers — who could be described as I’ve described these redwood trees: dependable, faithful, persistent and relentless.
Just as these California redwoods are a reminder to me of a personal creator, providing a transcendent sense of God’s majesty, I pray that I will be a youth worker whose steadfast reliability reminds teenagers of the one who created them and loves them, the one my life points toward.
