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192 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2011
“The opposite of faith is not doubt; it is certainty.” - Anne LamontThe irony lies in the fact that the title, “Faith of Cranes”, would lead one to believe that the author may take the reader on a faith journey through the observation of cranes and nature. But, the book is only full of certainty (per Ms. Lamont, the opposite of faith) of our doomed planet. So intriguing.
I finished this book at 5am, anchored at Porpoise Island, where I can see the flat plane of Gustavus, the morning sun kissing the Fairweather Range, and the wild sea birds (Guillemots?) going about their summer feeding. So, I am immersed in the very place where the author keeps his heart. The author did an outstanding job capturing the poetry of a deer hunt, and the pure joy of catching nature in an undisturbed act. Beautiful organization and writing. Raw and decidedly honest. Many of my own experiences are eerily in step with his, right down to a visit to the glass store in Juneau where my husband found discounted misordered picture windows that became the starting point for our own self built cabin over the hill in Excursion Inlet where we lived year round and raised our 2 boys for a time (one of whom was delivered by Dr. Jones as he and my husband talked about the wicked currents around Lemesurier Island). If anybody can feel this author’s rhythm, it should be me. Yet, we are so very different.
All I feel after reading this beautifully written memoir is anguish for the author for the weight of despair he carries through his life as evidenced by quotes like these:
“...a story of how one man, blinded to present beauty by the fears of an ugly future, regained his sight.”Page 15”I was still running, fleeing from the obscenity of consumerism, moving too fast to find any satisfaction.” Page 64
“Where Anya was held in place by love, I was pushed by fear and prodded by anger, mad at a culture willing to trade beauty for profit.” Page 141
”What do I not see while focused on a failed future? Anya’s wholesome food made me realize I’d been feeding myself a steady diet of discouragement and despair.”Page 142
At this point, the reader expect the despair to turn a corner, and He does make progress in being very conscious of his demon. Yet, four years later, he is distraught to find that he has taught his 4 year old daughter to feel “like a living mistake” because people are destroying the planet. He desperately looks for some course corrections. In the last pages of the book, he learns some coping mechanisms that primarily include focusing on “small acts done in great love”. But, still, in spite of this growing up, he is clearly a man lacking faith because he is so certain of the “inevitable diminution of beauty over time.” I still think, in spite of the joy he found through being a father, that he assumes a future of darkness and because of that, lives battling despair.
While he spent years mourning for the future, I was living just one mountain over reading my bible each day and exploring with my boys the beauty of God’s creation, teaching gratitude for the mysteries of our universe, and understanding that although our world has fallen from God’s grace, and He promises uncertainty and consequences, that He also promises a future reconciliation to a perfect paradise; a place where sandhill cranes could never be threatened. My conclusion, I will keep my worldview which include faith in an uncertain future, and my much larger definition of pure beauty which I can find inside people from everywhere and even in the middle of a city.