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Have you ever been to an airport and watched people with their luggage? They are weighed down and some really struggle-pushing carts with four or five pieces piled up or pulling one big suitcase with other bags strapped over their shoulders. The baggage slows them down and hinders their walk to get to their destination. I'm sure some would love to be able to take their bags full of valuables and necessities to their seating area, but there simply isn't room, their flight...
In the Gospel of Luke there is a story of a woman who was looked down upon as a sinner, yet she gave all she had to Jesus, sobbing on His feet, wiping them with her hair and anointing Him with expensive perfume. She seemed to be hurting and broken and wanting more in life. She knew what it was like to give in to what was the easiest road for her at the time, which was a life of sin. She had heard through the grapevine that a special man named Jesus had come to the house of a...
An old Cherokee legend tells the story of how what we want isn't always what is best for us. A long time ago, all the animals lived together in peace. Since they all lived in peace, they didn't need any weapons to defend themselves so the animals didn't have antlers or horns or sharp fangs or sharp claws. They ate grass and leaves and nuts and berries. One day the animals were talking about who could run the fastest and they agreed whoever could jump over logs and rocks would...
One of my favorite memories is of going to 4-H camp. Meals at camp seemed extra special. We began meals with this song: The Lord is good to me, and so I thank the Lord for giving me the things I need, the sun and the rain and the apple seed. The Lord is good to me. That little song holds great wisdom. God commanded light to shine in the darkness, and He divided the waters into ground water and atmosphere before He brought forth the seed-bearing plants. Jesus is the light of...
Born in Miami, Oklahoma, (Edna) Moscelyne Larkin was one of the distinguished Native American ballerinas from Oklahoma dubbed "The Five Moons." She was the only daughter of a Peoria/Shawnee father (Rueben Francis Larkin) and Eva Matlagova-Larkin, a Russian ballerina who tutored Moscelyne herself until at age 15, when Moscelyne was old enough to continue her studies in New York City. Moscelyne joined the Wassily de Basil's Original Ballet Russe in Europe and the Americas. She a...
Walking has never been one of my favorite pastimes. Give me a bike any day! After a knee sprain several years ago, the doctor prescribed a walking/bike program to help strengthen it. I enjoyed riding my exercise bike all winter, but when spring arrived, I knew I needed to start walking outside. I tried different ideas to encourage myself. Some worked; some didn't. In spite of my successes and failures, I finally learned to look forward to my walks. Three general suggestions...
One summer night during a thunderstorm a mother was tucking her son into bed. He asked in a trembling voice, "Will you stay with me all night?" She gave him a warm, reassuring hug and said, "I can't, dear. I have to sleep in Daddy's room." Silence followed. At last the little guy said, "The big baby!" Fear. Do you have some? We just spent the weekend with five grandbabies all under the age of four. You spend a weekend with this many small kids and you think, It's a very good...
One morning, I was taken to the phlebotomist. My doctor had ordered blood tests, and three full tubes of blood were being demanded of me. My arms' veins cooperated nicely, the process didn't take long, and I put on a brave front. Thirty minutes later I was back in my cell, reading my Bible. As I read, my focus was off. My mind was not retaining anything. I found myself reading and rereading the same lines. I closed my eyes, thinking of the three tubes of blood and wondering if...
A couple years back, about a week before Easter, a fellow musician shared with me this viewpoint on Easter Sunday. I’d like to pass it on to you. Read on. He said, “I don’t call it Easter Sunday anymore, I call it Resurrection Sunday. Why? Because every time I say that, I’m telling whoever’s listening that Jesus is Risen—that He’s Alive!” Just by naming the day in that manner, he was testifying to everyone in his world that he believed in a Savior who was Alive. After mulling...
I’m currently incarcerated at Algoma Treatment Remand Centre. I have said the prayer in the Indian Life newspaper. I have surrendered my life over to Jesus. Thank you. I come from Batchewana First Nation of Ojibways, located in Sault Ste Marie, Ontario, Canada. My grandmother and also my mother have been through residential school. I’m part of the intergenerational breakdown from the outcome. But I have found Jesus in my cell—your newspaper has shown me that there are other Native Americans in Indian Country that belie...
