GITCHE MANITO SPEAKS TO US
In the spirit of the inspiring speeches that give us purpose in this current presidential election season, I understand better the words of Gitche Manito – who of course is our Great Spirit, Creator of All Peoples, the God who revealed Himself to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob . . . and only many centuries later, to the Native Americans who were looking for the Black Robes of their legends.
The words of Gitche Manito, to Hiawatha, and to us, at our sunrise or at our sunset, for we all live together on one small island world:
From our Creator, Bountiful and Good, “. . .with Voice majestic as the sound of far-off waters falling into deep abysses. . .”
O My children! My poor children!
Listen to the words of wisdom
Listen to the words of warning
From the lips of the Great Spirit
From the Master of Life, who made you!
I have given you lands to hunt in,
I have given you streams to fish in,
I have given you bear and bison,
I have given you roe and reindeer,
I have given you brant and beaver,
Filled the marshes full of wild-fowl
Filled the river s full of fishes;
Such bountiful, loving care from the One True God!
My camera caught great beauty in the skies of Hiawatha’s land, but within those pink clouds was lightning! Lightning flashes, forks of lightning! I wouldn’t want to be directly under their wrath.
The Great Father above continues:
Why then are you not contented?
Why then will you hunt each other?
I am weary of your quarrels
Weary of your wars and bloodshed,
Weary of your prayers for vengeance,
Of your wranglings and dissensions.
All your strength is in your union;
All your danger is in discord.
Therefore be at peace henceforward,
And as brothers live together.
Live at Peace, contented where you are:
I will send a Prophet to you,
A Deliverer of the Nations
Who shall guide you and shall teach you.
Who shall toil and suffer with you.
Gitche Manito speaks to His children. He spoke to Abraham, to Isaac, to Jacob, to Elijah, whose life, along with John the Baptist’s prepared the way for this Great Prophet, and at last, the Woman was created, prepared to be the Mother of the Prophet, reflecting the light of her Son’s glory as the moon reflects its sun’s light:
If you listen to his counsels,
You will multiply and prosper;
If His warnings pass unheeded,
You will fade away and perish.
If . . .
If . . .
That means it’s up to us.
Tomorrow I walk the surprisingly pleasant forests that Hiawatha walked. They still exist. Hiawatha’s society still exists, with all its complexities and problems. Hiawatha’s Great Father Above still exists.