Sara Gurulé shares her grief of climate change and how the systems of greed and power have affected the places she calls “home.”
This blog is part of the ongoing Learn, Pray, Join: Climate Justice: Seeking Shalom series.
Sara Gurulé (she/her) is a constituent engagement representative for Mennonite Mission Network, MC USA’s mission agency. Sara is passionate about liberation and justice movements that are intersectional, with one such area being environmental justice. She is a graduate of Anabaptist Mennonite Biblical Seminary and Fresno Pacific University, receiving an Master of Art in theology and peace studies with an environmental concentration and a Bachelor of Arts in biblical and religious studies with a minor in environmental studies, respectively.
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I grew up in the high desert region of central New Mexico, as well as the southern Central Valley area of California. Whenever I write on the topic of climate, I find it to be a grounding practice to name the lands that raised me. The Sandia Mountains and the Sierra Nevada Mountains witnessed my birth and growth; the warm clay, the junipers, the pines, the desert wildflowers and all the creatures of the desert — these became teachers to me. And these are only the beginning of my kin! Even though I now live among the lush greenery of eastern Pennsylvania, I have grown up seeing the effects of climate change on many parts of the places that I call home. Specifically, I have witnessed annual precipitation that has led to the subsequent loss of ecological diversity and resilience against things like wildfires, disease, erosion and infestation, in addition to monsoon seasons getting shorter, less snow on the mountain peaks and mass tree death …
I mention these as elements of the complex grief that I experience around climate change. A lot of these elements are visible phenomena that are springing from much deeper issues, which have been brought about by climate change. It wasn’t until I was in college that I began learning about how accelerated global warming has become, particularly over the last 100 years or so.
The effect on my worldview and faith — at the time — were catastrophic; it took years — and counting! — to reconstruct how I understand the world around me, as well as what my purpose looks like in deeper relation with all of my kinship. From college onward, I have learned how climate change is directly tied to how empires extract and exploit resources and human lives to build wealth for the privileged few. I have learned how violence, oppression and religion have been used against the least of these, in order to assert control and domination over people, the land and all therein. I heard the stories of people who have had to flee political violence, economic despair, natural disasters and the like; within each of those stories, the land was a central component. The already complex climate grief I was witnessing deepened and complexified further, as I learned that climate change is directly interconnected to social justice efforts around the world.
As I continue to learn the depths of injustice that directly contribute to the climate crisis, the constant question I face is this:
It is a loaded question — and I am not sure of its grammatical accuracy — but I think that it is one that is on many people’s minds. Within this question are many others: How can I persist, when I have limited power to enact large-scale change? When I am involved with liberation movements, how can I maintain the energy and urgency that the climate crisis requires, in the midst of burnout? How does global and local environmental loss impact my understandings of faith and praxis? These are the many of the questions that I have been asking myself in the last couple of years.
In the time that I have been asking and reflecting on these questions, here is what I have learned:
I would like to end how I started — reflecting on places and kin that have raised me. With less snow on the peaks of the Sandia Mountains and the Sierra Nevada Mountains and the changing landscape of flora, fauna and insects within all the places that continue to nurture me, I am learning from my kin to keep being. The death and destruction that surrounds creation and impacts us all directly is very real, and yet creation continues to be. May the bold action of being continue to be a form of resistance against the ways of empire, which are greed, exploitation and extraction in the names of wealth, “health” and security. May communal interconnection and interdependence provide a way of being that moves us all toward healing and new life.
As followers of Jesus, we seek God’s dream of shalom for all people and all of creation, including our climate. Shalom requires that we seek justice and healing for our relationships with God, with one another and with the earth that sustains us.
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