Spiritual Autobiography

Although my mind was born as a blank slate like Western science says we all begin, I lost my mother at the age of 2 years old. I needed her and my grandfather, a traditional Oglala Native American who lived off the reservation in Oklahoma. My grandfather needed God. God needed a tribal seer that would graft onto the tribe of Judah with prophetic vision. Thus, my journey began. My grandfather was only 25% Indian. He was a brown man. I was a white girl. Now, I’m a white Christian who has never been to the Pine Ridge reservation.  As a child, I completed certain Lakota ceremonial rites of passage off the reservation while simultaneously attending Methodist Sunday school classes. My maternal grandfather worked with my paternal grandmother, a White Christian, to form an ancestral bridge with my ancestors and their white descendants. My grandmother didn’t understand why Jesus was leading her to do this except God would do a great work in my lifetime.

After attending Sunday school classes for a few years, I decided that I preferred John Wesley’s tradition of field preaching to regular church services. In St. Joseph, Missouri, the Methodist ministers of various churches would organize a spring and summer worship service at a Drive-In. The microphone that the ministers spoke into played out on the little speaker hung up inside the driver’s door. My father continued a family tithe to Ashland United Methodist Church for the families and their ministry even though we no longer attended worship services at church.  He felt betrayed that I would be interested in evangelical outreach to field workers because he was a white-collar transportation executive with class bias. His eldest daughter married and moved to Greeley, Colorado where her husband became a labor organizer. His son became a truck driver of an eighteen-wheeler. None of this made much sense to him. He was an agnostic who didn’t believe in life after death. Therefore, his mother decided she would build a bridge to his grandchildren, and God would turn it all around for good.

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