VALLEY OF THE DRY BONES

The Inuit

In today's hyper-sensitive society, one has to be ready at anytime for criticism from someone looking to find a reason to criticize. Back in the day it was called walking around with a chip on your shoulder looking for someone to knock it off. While the spoken word can cut to the bone when discretion and common sense are not considered, someone looking for a reason can always find something to take exception to.

My grandmother told me that a bird fluffs its feathers to be seen as larger than it is, but in the end it is the same bird with the same number of feathers.

It's been said that the closer man is to nature, the closer he is to God, for Creation declares His glory. Have you ever been away from the hustle and bustle of society out in nature and observed the stars in the dark sky without somehow feeling closer to your Maker?

Allie, an Inuit (Eskimo) was just ten years old when he first went with the men out in a boat into the open sea hunting for seals. Although small for his age, he was both brave and intelligent. He'd spent much of his short life sitting around the fires in the lodge listening to the stories told by the elders about the Great Spirit. While no one owned a Bible and if they had no one could have read it, nearly everyone knew in their hearts there was a God.