My mother forwarded an email to me today and it really struck me. One of those “chain letter” emails. Every once in a while one really hits the mark. This one sure did, enough that I felt I had to post it today, to share it with others in a special way, rather than simply forwarding it on. Native American is part of my heritage (I’m one-eighth Iroquois, though I don’t look it), so stories like this interest me a great deal.
The legend of the Cherokee Indian youths’ rite of Passage:
His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and leaves him alone.
He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it. He cannot cry out for help to anyone. Once he survives the night, he is a MAN. He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad must come into manhood on his own. The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises. Wild beasts must surely be all around him. Maybe even some human might do him harm.
The wind blew the grass and earth, and shook his stump, but he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could become a man!
He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm.
We, too, are never alone. Even when we don’t know it, God is watching over us, sitting on the stump beside us. When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out to Him.
Moral of the story:
Just because you can’t see God,
Doesn’t mean He is not there.
“For we walk by faith, not by sight.”
So many times I feel like the little Cherokee boy, blindfolded by fear and worldly concerns. And sometimes it is a scary thing to remove that blindfold, unsure what we will be faced with. Some of us go most our lives with that blindfold on, and sometimes we willingly replace the blindfold.
I hope this story rings true for you today, like it did for me.