A few years ago a book
was published about Australia, called The Lucky Country. Although the
term found its way into our self-talk, we haven’t been feeling so lucky lately.
Earlier this year, in just one month:
Flash floods inundated an area the size of France and
Germany combined. Lives were lost, homes and crops destroyed.
Cyclone Yasi ploughed across the Barrier Reef and the
Queensland coast, leaving devastation in its wake
Raging bushfires took out homes and property on the
edge of Perth.
It was a reminder that Australia is not a passive, easily
tamed land. But when it does its worst to us, it seems to bring out the best in
us. It also reminds me of why I’m so proud of my people.
Disasters tend to awaken the smoldering embers of the exocentric image of God in us.
“We’re Aussies: we stick together” is felt, spoken and lived
out every time this unbroken mustang of a land fights back with fire, wind or
water. It’s a national psyche we call “mateship.” Mateship is our word for a
phenomenon highly influenced by our land, our accumulated culture, our history
and our experiences together. Mateship is the “Aussie spirit.” It’s the
Aussies’ self-image: Imago Aussie. If you ever visit here, you’ll
probably find yourself called “mate” by total strangers. Consider it a
I’m as fiercely proud of mateship as anyone. I have to
disagree, however, with some who think it’s unique to our country. We might be
more open about it, but Australians are not the only ones who come together in
a crisis and rise to the challenge of a natural disaster. Each nation, each community,
neighborhood, family and couple has its own variation on the same broad theme.
They might call it something else, and they will display it in ways that
reflect their own history, culture and experience. But mateship is common to
all who are made in the image of God. Because God—Father, Son, and Spirit—is
mateship: relationship, community, communion. God is whatever words we use
in our own languages and cultural contexts to convey the concept of “You are in
me and I am in you. We stick together. I will never leave you, nor forsake
Here’s the difference, though. That’s how God is all the
time. Always has been, always will be. Outgoing love: an orientation that Tom
Smail, with the help of Pannenberg, calls “the exocentricity of our humanity”2
We’re not like God all the time. In fact, we’re not like him most of the time,
are we? That’s because in us the image of God (Imago Dei) is distorted
and hindered by our self-centered, egocentric orientation. Only in rare moments
does “the exocentricity that constitutes our humanity” break “through the
egocentricity that defies and denies it.”3
So for most of the time, we live egocentrically, giving
little thought for community, while doing our own thing, enabled by our
egocentric, individualistic, materially-affluent lifestyle and unaware of the
family two doors down on our street.
Until there’s a flood.
Until there’s a cyclone or hurricane.
Until there’s a fire.
Disasters are just that. Nobody enjoys them. But they do
tend to awaken the smoldering embers of the exocentric image of God in us.
That’s when we might just think that the family two doors down might need some
help. And in the briefest of time, from a street full of proximate but
functional strangers, emerges a new entity: a community of friends—mates—lending
each other a hand.
There were countless comments from the grateful owners of
flooded and wind-ravaged homes about how overwhelmed they were to have people
they’d never actually met, helping them clear out the rubble and restore their
lives. It was incredibly uplifting to see it. As it was in the wake of Katrina
and Ike. As it was after the California wildfires and the Haiti earthquake. As
it was after the Boxing Day Tsunami, or as the world held its breath for the
trapped Chilean miners.
I’m fiercely proud of the way my people have responded to
the unprecedented natural disasters of the last few months. Why shouldn’t I be?
I’m an Aussie. I can’t help reflecting, though, that such outgoing,
“exocentric” community spirit comes not just from the fact that we are cast
from an Australian mold, but it is something we share with all humankind. The
Son of God didn’t just make us4—he became one of us, and still is,
and it is in him that all of us “live and move and have our being.”5
Mateship, when all is said and done, may be not so much Imago
Aussie as it is Imago Dei—the fact that we are made in the image of
the Triune God himself.
1 See Hebrews 13:5.
2 Tom Smail, Like Father, Like Son: The
Trinity Imaged in Our Humanity (Grand Rapids, MI: Eerdmans, 2005) page 123.
3 Ibid., page 124.
4 Colossians 1:15-17.
5 Acts 17:28.
Author: Kerry Gubb