Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of Passage?
His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him an 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!
Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold.
It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him.
He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm.
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!
Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold.
It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him.
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.
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.
Hello my sweet PB...
ReplyDeleteYes I do know this story of the Cherokee(s) for I am part Cherokee. I love this story and have heard it on many occasion. Thank you for sharing it today, and the comparison to God is so beautiful.
As we sit on our stump each day, we can feel his breath and hear him speak to each of us, although we do not see him. He is the wind beneath our wings.
I love you sweet friend. Thank you for always being there for me.
All my love, CJelly/Sherry
I love this story, thanks for sharing it today.
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Have a wonderful, Blessed Thanksgiving...I am so blessed to have found you my 'bloggy' friend!
I had never heard that story, how touching! Have a blessed day and happy you have your blog straightened out. Happy Thanksgiving!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful & very timely story....
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Marilyn
Beautiful story and oh so true!!
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I know this story, too. It is a wonderful illustration of God's presence in our lives.
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Wow. How wonderful! Thanks for sharing this. Beautiful. I had never heard this. We are so blessed.
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Aunt Amelia
I'm so glad your back up and running Marydon! Happy Thanksgiving!
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Gail
What a beautiful story and I had not heard it before - Bob and I are both part Cherokee. Don't ya just love what we learn while having fun blogging?
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What a wonderful message!
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Anne
A beautiful post Marydon. Blessings to you this Thanksgiving.
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ReplyDeleteThanks so much Marydon. I've been teaching 6th graders about God. I seem to be printing an awful lot of your posts to share with them. Thanks so much. Linda
ReplyDeleteYes I have heard this story and it is so beautiful. I do love your blog. Everyone needs God in their lives thats for sure. I loved your story about the bingo on your other blog.
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I didn't know about this Cherokee test of manhood. So comforting to know that Dad was there all along, and a nice tie-in with our heavenly father watching out for us.
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ReplyDeleteThis story touched my heart. What a gift from the father,,,, our father.
ReplyDeleteThank you,
Marcie