
I recently moved to a new city in the Pacific Northwest, so I was not surprised to be asked about my progress in exploring the natural treasures of the region. "Have you gone hiking on the trail yet?" a colleague asked at a staff meeting one week. My first impulse was to explain sheepishly that my schedule had been pretty full—that I hadn't had time yet see much yet—but I was planning to take that hike just as soon as possible.
But instead of that typical response, I was hit by a flash of inspiration, " Nope, I haven't done it yet. I'm really more of an urban walker," I declared without a trace of sheepishness. I had finally figured it out. I love cities the way other people love old growth forests, meandering river walks, and alpine lakes. Instead of apologizing for the natural wonders that I hadn't seen, I have decided to lay claim to all the urban glories that I had already discovered in my new city.
I can explore a new city on foot for hours and never grow tired. And I can walk the same territory of a familiar, urban environment without getting bored. I could probably even happily restrict myself to the same block day after day enjoying how the variations in light throughout the day brings out different features and how the built environment responds to seasonal and demographic changes.
From this day forward, I will no longer allow nature lovers to take the peripatetic high ground. I will wear my urbanism proudly. There is a lot to love in the city! The following are just a few of my favorite things about city life.
The flip side
I don't just love a place because its population count has reached the point that it's designated as a city in official documents. Just to make sure that there is no confusion, I feel that I ought to compile another list of things that cities can do wrong. I believe that cities represent a kind of creational norm that allows humans to experience shalom together and with the rest of creation. The following, shorter list gives a taste of some of the ways that cities break my heart by failing to live up to their God given vocation.
It seems to me that cities that fail to embody an urban ideal do so because they reflect the reductionistic thinking of those who shape them. Cities that are seen exclusively as economic catalysts seem to go wrong in this regard as do cities that cater only to automobile traffic. Good cities help create wealth and can be accessible to automobiles, but they get it wrong when they attend only to these functions.
In this regard, I see some connections between my love for cities and those who love natural environments. Those who treasure the old growth forests, the meandering river walk, and the alpine lake are keenly aware of how fragile those environments are and how necessary it is to make every effort to preserve them. These environments represent a delicate balance that can't be easily recreated if they are allowed to deteriorate. In the same way my delight for the city and my disgust with its many sham alternatives makes me aware of how fragile the beauty of cities actually is. By loving cities with my feet, my eyes, my nose, my ears, my mouth, and with my hands, I intend to contribute to the development and preservation of these wonderful artifacts of human culture.
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