Thy Will Be Done

I often thought that if only the LORD would stop by for a cup of coffee, and lay out for us exactly what He wanted us to do and how He wanted us to proceed, we would have no problem at all doing His will. The problem these days is that we know exactly what we are supposed to be doing, but there seems to be no way to get it done. We've had a lot of false starts. We've had a lot of rugs pulled out from under us. And we've learned a lot from all the trials, delays, and failures. Refiner's fire or Chastisement from our Heavenly Father. We know what we should be doing, and the frustration lies in the apparent "fact" that we have no way of doing it.
We look around, we drive along, and our hearts break for the people we see. The Dine' - the men broken and lost, the youth angry and confused, families that need to be restored...people who desperately need a Savior. To restore their identity and dignity  as a people, through Christ. To bring the true LIGHT into the darkness in which they are stumbling. To bring the LIVING WATER to those wandering in this dry and desolate land. We hear the beat of the drum, we see the Son rising on a people who are learning to dance their prayers to the Creator again - in the name of Father, Son, and Great Spirit. And we want to be part of it. To help this movement be birthed. But we are not Native by blood. And not many people we have shared with understand what we are trying to say. We thought we could do it through Farmington Free Methodist Mission, or through Kirtland Hope Evangelical Church. But just when it was seeming to be a possibility, it was crushed. The "Indians" don't need missionaries. They don't need white people to come to the Rez to paint houses or run Vacation Bible Schools. They don't need donations of old clothes. They don't need hot dogs or cupcakes. They need to be told that they don't have to stop being "Indian" in order to be a follower of Yahshua. They need to be taught the whole story of their Creator, of His true nature, and that He created them in His image and set them here to worship Him with the rhythm He placed in their hearts. And that He sent His only begotten, who walked this earth, a brown man not a white man, to teach, and to do warfare for them in the spiritual realm, who died for them and rose for them, just as they are. We hear men like Richard Twis and Casey Church - you can find them on our facebook page...and we say Yes and AMEN and can we please be part of this. Art is invited to worship Yahweh around the drum with Native brothers and he feels as if he is home. I watch children dance prayers to their Creator in full regalia and my heart dances with them. But we are just spectators, occasional guests and we long to be more. And we know we are supposed to be in the business of teaching and encouraging and restoring and making disciples. We are supposed to be involved with the encouragement of contextual worship among the First Nations.  But at this point we can only watch, sigh, and pray. Today, Saturday, May 14, Our Daily Bread was about Patience. "God who is timeless, requires of us a mature faith that may involve delays that seem like trials. Patience is one sign of that maturity, a quality that can develop only through the passing of time. ...keep hoping, keep believing, keep anticipating. Ok, for now I say Ok...but hear me sigh.