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The Myths of History and Progressive Civilizations
Seeking a Blessing on Indigenous Land
One of the things that was said in the introduction to the Hayward Lectures that made me feel quite at home were the words disruptive ideas. The Hayward Lectures seek to amplify âdisruptive ideas.â When I heard that I thought, âOh, good! I can be myself in these lectures.â Thanks to Danny Zacharias and the rest of the folks, the Hayward family and others whoâve invited me here and especially to Tammy, the local Indigenous representative who welcomed us to this land. Itâs an honor to be in this beautiful land.
Edith and I travel a lot and have done so for years. We spent four years where we just traveled around from reservation to reservation across the United States and Canada and mentored a number of people. We also did a lot of speaking during those four years. We homeschooled our kids, and we had the rich experience of our whole family being around all kinds of Native people from almost everywhere on Turtle Island. Those were probably the richest experiences of our lives.
Weâve been doing Native American work, serving our own Indigenous peoples, for over thirty years. I consider those years the most valuable times among all my learning experiences. Iâm going to share a story with you from those years because I know Canada has a wonderful practice of recognizing the host peoples of the land. Wherever we went to speak, we always sought the blessing of the host people whose land we were on because thatâs what we were taught by our elders. So we were going to the Ojibwa reservation near Hayward, Wisconsin. When I got there, I asked the group that had invited me, the YWAM Native leadership base, âWho welcomed you on the land?â
They had invited us to come up for a week and teach an Indigenous Leadership course, so I wanted to be sure all was being done in a good way. Unfortunately, no one had really invited them on the land, so I said, âWell then, we canât speak.â This type of problem has actually happened a couple of different times, but weâve always been able to work through it. Creator has always made a way for us to receive the local blessing and speak. But in Hayward, we had just learned of the problem, so we had to tell our host that we wonât speak unless the host people welcome us somehow.
Now, it just so happened that day that this young Ojibwa kid from Seattle, not yet in his twenties, was hitchhiking on the reservation. The young man and his brother were adopted out when he was about two years old and were raised in Seattle by a White family. He had recently experienced an LSD trip where he saw Jesus, and Jesus told him, âI want you to go back to your reservation.â The young man knew he was from a reservation somewhere, way out in Wisconsin. Well, it just so happened that the director of the YWAM base saw him hitchhiking on the road and picked him up. The director asked him if he knew who his people were, but he did not. He told Dave, the director of the YWAM base, that while on LSD, Jesus told him to come out here. Then Dave asked if he had any place to stay. He did not. Dave told him he could stay with them, so they fed him and gave him shelter. We got there later that same day.
Naturally, I took the opportunity to include this Ojibwe young man and had him stick with me all that day so he could learn something from it. I knew enough to know that he wasnât there by accident. âI want to teach you some things,â I told him, and he said, âOkay.â I told him whenever we go to someone elseâs land, even now, my elders told me, even when driving down the road, to stop and put tobacco down, because that is someone elseâs land and we need to respect it. But to be completely honest, I need to tell you that when driving I havenât always done that, just because we travel through so many places, weâd be stopping constantly. But we have asked for permission wherever we teach or exercise any sort of spiritual influence. And so it was important that we do this right that day, especially now that we had a young person trying to find himself and his Indigenous identity. After some thought was given to this, we figured out who the elder was we should speak with. He was one of the two leaders of the Midewiwin Lodge, their tribal religion, and he was also a tribal elder and elder representative to the tribal council.
We went to the local store, and we made a traditional elder basket that consisted of flour and tobacco, a flashlight and coat hangers, sugar and coffee, fresh fruit, and all the kinds of things that elders like. After tracking down his address, we went to his house and knocked on the door, and his wife answered. I guess people visit him often for advice so she very naturally said, âOh, come in and set the basket down, heâs on the phone right now.â Finally, he came back and asked respectfully, âWho are you guys and what do you want?â So I explained to him who we were and that we were going to be teaching on spiritual matters to Indigenous leaders there. He said, âWell, what are you going to be teaching?â I explained how we do things according to our traditional teachings, but we follow Jesus. We were calling it âcontextual Native ministryâ at the time, but I donât really think of it like that anymore. We just live the life we are supposed to be living. Now weâre just Indians being Indians.
Then he started telling us some pretty interesting stories. He said, âYou know what you all believe and what we believe is not that different?â Then he told us of a couple of subtle differences concerning hell and the devil. He said, âYou know, when I was a younger person, I wanted to find out what you Christians believe, so I enrolled for a semester in this college. Itâs called Moody Bible College, you ever heard of that?â We were surprised and talked about that for some time. But every now and then he would keep interrupting his own story, which meant he was trying to get a point across, and he said, âYou know, my uncle told me to never disrespect Jesus, because Jesus is a great spirit and I talk to him.â And he would go on and heâd tell us more and more, and then he would say this thing about his uncle again. He told us about how he had just come back from a big meeting of Gichi Dowan, big medicine people from around the United States and Canada. These Ojibwa spiritual leaders were all trying to decide how they could get along better with the Christians. And he told us some stories about all this.
We sat there for maybe two hours, and at least six or seven times he said this thing about his uncle and respecting Jesus. Then at one point he said, âMy uncle trained most of the spiritual leaders around this area. He lived to be over a hundred years old, and my uncle would tell me all these stories about Jesus. So I asked my uncle one time, I said, âUncle, how do you know all this about Jesus? Did you go to residential school?â He said, âOh no! No! I never did that.â Then I asked him, âDid the priest teach you?â And he says, âNo, I have never been to church.â Then I said, âBut you tell me all the stuff about Jesus. Have you been reading the Bible?â My uncle said, âNo, just remember what I told you in the past: donât disrespect Jesus âcause heâs a great spirit, and I talk to him.â I said to my uncle, âWell yeah, you talk to him, but how do you know all these things heâs done?â You know my uncle looked at me so quizzically, and then he said, âWell, when I talk to him, of course he talks back.â And then the elder said, âIâm going to pray for you now,â and then our time was over.â
The message was simple to understand: Itâs just like when I used to pastor and I would tell the childrenâs sermon before the regular sermon. I would tell them, âIf you understood the implications of what I just said in the childrenâs story, you donât have to stay for the adult preachingâyou can go on home.â If you understood the story I just told about the visit with this elder, you understand my message, because it holds the core of it.
Privilege and Heritage
Iâll be talking about White privilege in this chapter. But first I will share a bit about my own privilege, because I have some. We all do. Iâm a male, Iâm straight, Iâm educated, light-skinned, and of copious body size, so I take up a little space in the room. Iâm an able-bodied, middle-class, Native American legal descendant recognized by the United Keetoowah Band of Cherokee Indians in Oklahoma. I was raised in a working-class poor family. Iâm the first, maybe of a thousand cousins, to get a PhD. We are first-generation nonâcoal miners, on my momâs side. We come from working-poor, union-organizing people. I was educated later in life. After many years, I finally got my PhD, and Iâm feeling it in my body as well as in my mind. I was raised in a very multicultural, multiracial atmosphere, and Iâve experienced racial oppression in some pretty severe ways at different times and places.
Winston Churchill said, âI consider that it will be found much better . . . to leave the past to history, especially as I propose to write that history myself.â He did write history, and it was kind to him. Why? Because whoever interprets history also influences theology and gets to name the myths that underlie a mythologized society, creating them into their own worldview. So âthe winners write history,â as is often said. I teach my co-learners (students) in our history classes that there is no such thing as history; there are only histories. So even under the best of circumstances, it is often the case that âmight makes right.â
The following is a quotation from Indigenous Canadian author and professor Taiaiake Alfred. He writes about Indigenous education, but I want to substitute the word religion for the word education for our current context. He states:
I have seen this happen numerous times in both educational and church spheres.
There is an image created by the University of Tennessee, a rendering of a Cherokee village as it would have looked in its day. Today, that village now lies beneath the Tennessee River. Although the town is completely under water now, from the archaeological evidence they were able to reconstruct an image of how it might have looked. The image Iâm thinking of is the former town of Tellico. This was one of the villages where my third great-grandfather resided, my ancestorsâ home. But itâs not here anymore, or at least no longer visible, fulfilling the American mythological angst of the disappearing Indian.
When I lived in the American South, I would visit a natural spring every chance I had. As a Cherokee person, I would take my children to water ceremony there. Itâs called the Blue Hole. The Blue Hole is my favorite sacred place in the world. I wonât be able to have my ashes spread there because thatâs not allowed, as itâs a state park, but my place of rest and peace is that spring right there, and those are two things that are very meaningful to meârest and peace. At this spring, I can think back clearly about who I am and where I come from. The location of the Blue Hole is also the location of one of the last meetings of Cherokees before the removal so it also has sad memories. Rest and peace and sadness and identity can all come together in our Indigenous reality.
Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. said, âOur nation was born in genocide. We tried, as a matter of national policy, to wipe out its Indigenous population. Moreover, we elevated that tragic experience into a noble crusade. Indeed, even today we have not permitted ourselves to reject or feel remorse for the shameful episode.â Canada has moved more on this front than the United States in the apology to Indigenous peoples and the process of Truth and Reconciliation.
John F. Kennedy, one of our great and most beloved presidents, said, âFor a subject worked and reworked, and one considered so often in novels, motion pictures and television, American Indians remain probably the least understood and most misunderstood Americans of us all. Collectively, their history is our history and should be part of our shared and remembered heritage. When we forget great contributors to our American history, when we neglect the heroic past of the American Indian, we thereby weaken our own heritage. We need to remember the heritage our forefathers found here and from which they borrowed liberally.â These are lessons that weâre still trying to learn in the United States.
Terrapin and the Wolves
I want to tell you a story, a Chickamaugan story. The Chickamauga are a particular group of Cherokee to which my ancestors belonged. When the âRevolutionary Warâ broke out, about half of our C...