Sunday, December 7, 2014

"How Can They Say These Things?"

"Why bother?"
"Why seek out Natives?"
"There are so few around."
"I don't see any around me."

"That was a long time ago."
"It's all in the past."
"We should move on."
"We should look forward."

"I was born here, so I'm a 'native'."
"They did violent things, too."
"That was the way things were back then."
"I didn't do any of those things."

"We should leave the past in the past."
"What good can it do now?"
"There are bigger problems to take care of."
"Don't Natives have bigger problems?"

Creator, it hurts!
How can they say these things?
Creator, how can people be so heartless?
How can they burn their consciences?

You feel it too, don't You!
You are in the 'least of these'—
The hurt, the broken, the oppressed
The poor, the outcast and the suffering.

The size of the remnant
never mattered to You;
You always interceded
and called Your people to do the same.

Awaken Your people, Jesus!
Burn in their hearts, Creator!
Move them to seek healing
and to right the wrongs in the land.

Please, Lord.
In the name of Tsisa,


This poem came after chatting with a Native friend who is making an effort to reach out to the local Native community (and non-native community), but heard a few of these things from an associate. As we continued to chat, the "why bother" comment grieved me in the Spirit and I felt spurred to write... and cry out in prayer.

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