Hearing the Voice of the North American Indian!
You know, here is a thought: I hate racism. Whether a brutally oppressive white man, or a bitter black man wanting vengeance, it all reeks of pride, hatred, murder, bitterness, anger, rage, and wickedness. We must rise up in honor, to become who God created us to be. To love, respect, and seek to understand one another’s unique gifts, to build bridges instead of walls.
The cure for racism is still Jesus, reconciling us into covenant with God, through His cross and His blood. Although God sees and understands different skin colors and cultures, He is not preferential to black, white, red, or yellow men. We each bleed red blood.
God is not pro-black, white, red: He is looking for covenant men. Sons and daughters that will accept His offer of royal adoption! People who will accept royal rank, privilege, and eternal destiny, not of this earth, rather, heavenly citizenship.
Yet there is a thought today, that will not leave me.
Though there is still much work to be done in destroying racism between the black and white man in the United States, battles have been fought against slavery – there was a Civil War over this!
Then, my generation saw Martin Luther King Jr raise his voice against the hand of white oppression, and many of us paid a great price to see schools integrated, and social justice and an attempt at equality in the workplace.
Yet, as I study the plight of the Red Man here in America, and I study the histories of myriad First Nations peoples, I read of horrors untold, injustices, murders, and treacheries that, if they were not true, would be unbelievable in this great land, home of the free and the brave, with supposed freedom, liberty, and justice for all…
“Congress Granted Citizenship to All Native Americans Born in the U.S.
June 2, 1924
Native Americans have long struggled to retain their culture. Until 1924, Native Americans were not citizens of the United States. Many Native Americans had, and still have, separate nations within the U.S. on designated reservation land. But on June 2, 1924, Congress granted citizenship to all Native Americans born in the U.S. Yet even after the Indian Citizenship Act, some Native Americans weren’t allowed to vote because the right to vote was governed by state law. Until 1957, some states barred Native Americans from voting”
As I study, pray, and listen to Holy Spirit for His heart with respect to the American Indian, I find myself dwelling on this recurring thought:
The black man has had a war fought to end slavery, and his voice has been heard to some degree in the Civil rights movement in the 1960’s, but the voice of the Indian has never been heard!
It has been muted, muffled, muzzeled and silenced from main line Media, and in generally omitted entirely from US History texts in our schools.
The devastation and tragedy of the First Nations peoples of the United States is a story as yet untold, a very shameful chapter in this great land and nation.
The question screaming inside of me is this: ‘Who will be their voice?”
Who will tell their story?
Jesus is alive!
Heaven is real!
Those great peoples of our ancestors, still live before the throne of God, and I believe that God Himself, is now about to take up the cause of the red man in America.
This, will be the thing, that brings healing back to this land, as justice, understanding, love, and acceptance is brought to these people, who have suffered horribly here, for many generations….
There is a cry I hear from heaven: ‘Red Man Rising!”
‘Father: Open the eyes of America, all people, to understand, and to embrace the First Nations peoples of this country. Give us eyes to see, a heart to understand their pain, their culture, language, honor, traditions, and the ways that you Jesus have visited them in the past. Somehow God, heal their hearts, their lands, and ours, where we have lacked so much, in the rejection of the gifts you have given them. Make impossible wrongs, somehow right, through your cross and shed blood Jesus! Deliver us from our blindness, our foolishness, our pride and foolishness of way, and somehow reconcile us! Give us grace to see and hear truth, and to turn from our wickedness and treacherous ways, and forgive and have mercy upon us, for our great sin in Your sight! Somehow, Holy Spirit, visit each and every Indian tribe here, and heal, restore, reveal Your love, and give them courage to be able to forgive us, that somehow we might walk before You in honor, respect, dignity, strength, humility, and love and truth. Let their stories be told, restore to them their voice in the land! I ask this Father, in Your great name Lord Jesus, Amen…’