Thank you, Daler!
I agree, we can only learn, deepen our understanding and strengthen our faith through inter-faith dialogues.
God Bless you All.
Daisy,
. What really began my interest in religion and cultures was growing up on the Yankton Sioux Reservation in South Dakota. What a night and day difference. The railroad went through town east and west. South of the tracks extreme poverty - the Indians. North of the tracks - white “Christians”. No offense intended by that, but it was true, true, true.
. When its 40 below zero you want to be in a warm house, ie, north of the tracks. Things have improved somewhat with a casino west of town. They found the achilles heal of the white man - greed. Wanting something for nothing, like land, etc.
. Seems to even things out a bit, but of course they brought their whiskey, beer, and wine to the res, too. Got 'em all drunk and then got 'em saved. the American way, you know. Manifest Destiny. We’ll trade you a Bible and a bottle for your land and your soul.
. Oh! and by the way. You can’t pray to the Great Spirit anymore. We killed him at Wounded Knee, you know, and put up a church for the survivors around Christmas time.
. Axe to grind, you say? Naw… Facts to find. Why? Cause its the Truth that sets us Free, ya know. Says so right there next to Love your enemies, then kill them!
My Lakota friends were beaten, locked up, and starved in the Mission School my mother taught in back in the 60’s My Indian friends hung their heads in shame when asked how it was, so demoralized, so pacified, so dehumanized.
Somehow, the love of Christ was slow going out there in Treaty Territory where my grand-folks homesteaded, My old man used to pick up dried buffalo “chips” on the prairie to keep warm and cook jackrabbit stew.
. Gotta save the souls of those little Indian babies born with fetal alcohol syndrome. Sober 'em up enough to sign one more treaty in exchange for another bottle of wine.
. Sorry for the rant, my dear friends. You know how it is, don’t ya? Or do ya… There’s a line out of that early sixties song: "Hate your next door neighbor, but don’t forget to say “Grace”… Eve of Destruction, by Barry Sadler. A friend of a friend of mine.
God Almighty! Please send us a Savior! Oh, thats right. He fixed everything for us just before we killed Him, too!
“forgive me Father, I know not what I say.”
Believe it or not constructive dialogue starts with reality, not fantasy. And thats life on the Rez, folks. If you ever get out to Wounded Knee, look up the Medicine family, and say HI from Dale, will ya. They gave up a fine young son in Viet Nam named Frank Jealous of Him, named after his grandfather who was such a noble upright and generous man that some people were Jealous of Him. I found Frank’s name on that wall in Washington DC some years ago, said a prayer for him.
Oh… And maybe smoke the Pipe with 'em in honor of the Great Spirit, Wakan Tanka.
. So the answer to the thread isn’t what Jesus brought, really! Its what those who called themselves His followers brought. Wine, broken treaties, all signed “In the year of our Lord… 1868” As long as the wind shall blow and the grass shall grow…"
And after the Massacre at Wounded Knee back in 1892, they buried the dead in a mass grave like My Lai, then rounded up the ones that somehow survived, hauled 'em into Pine Ridge inside a Church where right there over the altar where all could see in great Big Letters: “Peace on Earth: Good will toward men” Ummm - well the white ones, anyway, ya’ll.
. Now how do I go about gettin’ saved again?
. May I hereby proclaim in all honesty, my dear friends, that I truly love the Lord Jesus Christ, and pray for the day when His followers learn to love their neighbors as themselves. So do, I know. God bless all true Christians, who are charitable, tolerant of other races and religions, and do the Father’s will, for they are always welcome back on the Rez, ya’ll.
. God bless each and every one of you tender hearted souls who feels just a twinge in your heart right about now. Praised be to God the Great Spirit for the love of Christ. We need it real bad, don’t cha know…
Peace