Week V • Wednesday

Parihaka, New Zealand

Week V • Wednesday

Voices from the Landscape

New Zealand:
The Story of Taranaki and Parihaka

From 1841, ships left Plymouth carrying settlers from Cornwall, Devon, and Dorset. They were promised land—but it was our land.
When they arrived in Aotearoa, our Māori ancestors of Taranaki welcomed them. We fed them, sheltered them, and helped build their first homes. The newcomers came with hope, unaware that the land they were promised carried deceit and pain. What began in hospitality became strained as hunger for land outweighed honour and relationship.

Our ancestors built New Plymouth and its churches—first of raupō, then of stone. St Mary’s became the oldest stone church in Aotearoa, once filled with our people hearing the story of Jesus.
But as desire hardened into confiscation, the church became the Garrison Church, housing soldiers preparing for war against those who had welcomed them.
By 1860, conflict erupted. In 1881 came one of the darkest moments in New Zealand’s history: the invasion of Parihaka.

Parihaka was a village shaped by peace and the teachings of Jesus, led by the prophets Tohu Kākahi and Te Whiti o Rongomai. Their vision was simple: live without violence, resist injustice with dignity, and answer hatred with kindness.

On 5 November 1881, 1,600 soldiers surrounded the village. Our children met them with fresh bread; our people with singing. We did not retaliate. Even as homes were destroyed and women violated, we held to the gospel: Honour to God in the highest, Peace on Earth, Goodwill to all.

Our prophets taught us: power cannot silence your voice. If hatred rises, answer with righteousness; if violence comes, overcome it with kindness. For generations, Parihaka has been both wound and witness—a place where enemy-love was lived with courage.

Today, St Mary’s Cathedral stands on land shaped by welcome, betrayal, and resilience. Recommissioned in 2010, Archbishop Sir Paul Reeves said its future must begin by confronting its past. That remains our work: seeking a new story rooted not in colonial power, but in reconciliation, justice, and shared hope.

wonderings

  • I wonder where I see the courage of Parihaka—answering hatred with kindness—in my own life or community.
  • I wonder what it might mean for my church or nation to “confront its past” as St Mary’s Cathedral has.
  • I wonder how I might tend the va—the sacred relational space—between cultures, peoples, and histories in my daily actions.

Reflection

Reconciliation in Aotearoa begins with truth-telling.

It begins by remembering that the first encounters between Māori and settlers were marked by hospitality, generosity, and shared humanity. Yet these beginnings were soon overshadowed by confiscation, broken promises, and violence. When land is taken, something dies—not only soil and sovereignty, but trust, relationship, and spiritual balance.

John 12 speaks of a grain of wheat that must fall into the earth and die so that new life can grow. This is not a celebration of suffering, but an acknowledgement that transformation comes when old ways fall apart. In Gospel terms, what must die is pride, entitlement, fear, and domination. In the story of Aotearoa, the seed that must die is colonial certainty—the belief that land could be possessed without covenant or honouring those who belonged to it.

The prophets of Parihaka understood this deeply. Tohu and Te Whiti saw that the only path to a new future required the death of retaliation and vengeance. Their resistance was not weakness but profound theological strength—a living expression of Jesus’ command: Love your enemies. Do good to those who hate you.

To love in this way is to confront the va—the relational space between peoples—and to heal what has been torn. This healing cannot be rushed or assumed. It must be tended like the whenua itself: patiently, respectfully, with humility.

Reconciliation does not mean forgetting the past. It means standing together in its truth, returning dignity where it was denied, and rebuilding trust where it was broken. It allows both Māori and Pākehā to discover a shared inheritance—not as coloniser and colonised, but as partners in the work of peace.

The land remembers. But it also waits—for courage, justice, and renewed friendship. As the prophets of Parihaka taught, restoration is always possible when righteousness answers hatred and kindness overcomes fear. In this way, Aotearoa becomes a living parable of the gospel: a place where seeds of pain can become seeds of peace, and new life can grow from the ashes of the past.

An edited version of a sermon by the Very Revd Jay Ruka, Dean of Taranaki Cathedral

prayer

God of truth and mercy,
we bring before you
the land that remembers
and the wounds that still speak.
Give us courage to
tell the truth without fear,
humility to let false certainties fall away
and patience to tend what has been broken.

bible reading

John 11:38–40 :
Taking away the Colonial Stone

When Jesus comes to the tomb of Lazarus, the scene is heavy with grief and disbelief. The air smells of death, and the entrance is sealed with a stone. This stone is more than a physical barrier; it represents the weight of finality, of voices and systems that say, “This is how it is, and it cannot change.”

Jesus stands before that closed space, before a community silenced by loss, and says, “Take away the stone.” Perhaps this moment is not only about one man’s return from death but a challenge to every form of domination that seals life away. The stone becomes a symbol of colonial control—the weight of laws and worldviews that have said to Pacific peoples for generations: “Your stories do not count; your wisdom is dead; your culture is buried.”

To hear Jesus say, “Take away the stone,” is to resist that narrative. It is to hear a call to renew mana—dignity, vitality, sacred identity—in communities long diminished by colonial voices. For centuries, Western theology arrived in Oceania with its own categories and hierarchies. It often forgot to listen to the sea, to the wind, to the stories woven into mats, carvings, and chants. Decolonising theologians such as Upolu Vaai, Mercy Ah Siu-Maliko, and Cliff Bird call us back to story over system, community over individualism, and embodied practice over abstract doctrine. They remind us that theology must wear a woven mat, not a scholar’s robe—that it must sit in the circle, not stand at the pulpit.

Seen this way, Jesus’ act at the tomb is profoundly decolonising. He refuses to let death have the last word or allow the community to remain silent behind the stone. He invites the people to act: “Take away the stone.” Power is returned to the community. Resurrection becomes pArcticipatory, relational, shared.

Across the Pacific, reconciliation is often pictured as voyaging together. The Pacific Conference of Churches and the Melanesian Brotherhood embody this vision—people from many islands rowing one canoe. Their unity is not sameness but shared endurance, steering together through storm and calm.

At Lazarus’s tomb, Jesus gathers a diverse crew—mourners, doubters, family, friends—and calls them into action. Resurrection is not portrayed as an isolated act of divine might but as a voyage of reconciliation. Everyone must lend a hand to move the stone. Everyone must trust that life still stirs beneath the silence. In this way, the story becomes a parable of communal healing and restored relationship.

The church, like the voyaging canoe, is called to travel toward freedom—not the freedom of the lone individual escaping death, but the freedom of a people moving together toward dignity, justice, and belonging. Jesus’ words to Martha, “Did I not tell you that if you believed, you would see the glory of God?” are not a private assurance but a communal awakening. Belief here is shared courage—the courage of a people choosing to roll away the stone together.

Many theologians of Oceania would say that this is the glory of God: not a distant abstraction, but the beauty of community reconciled, culture affirmed, and creation restored to harmony. When we roll away the stones of colonial dominance, silence, and exclusion—when we listen again to the ocean’s own gospel, to the heartbeat of the land, to the wisdom of our elders—resurrection begins.

Across every culture and church there are stones still sealing the tomb: old hierarchies, inherited fears, colonial shadows. Christ stands before them still, his voice echoing across the waters: “Take away the stone.” And when we do—when we act together as voyagers of faith—we find the Spirit of resurrection already breathing among us, turning grief into hope and history into healing.

 

reflective action

What small act of truth, friendship, or courage could I offer this week to participate in the healing of our shared history?

journalling prompt

Where in my story, my community, or my nation is there still unfinished business—land, truth, dignity or relationship that needs to be restored?

What pictures and photos might illustrate this?