Sunday, November 29, 2009
(With thanks to Bible teacher Abe at the church.)
The lesson began as the native grandfather paced the forest trail with the youth, life happening all around, in the trees, in the air, underfoot.
"I tell you, we come to realize that two wolves are in constant battle in our hearts, son. I still must deal with it, leaning heavily upon the Great Spirit.
The one wolf strives for uncleanness, hatred, envy, evil report, theft, lying, lust, argument and unearned praise. The other raises the standards of love, joy, peace, patience, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, self-control.
If you look at a man in the quiet time, in the unnoticed time, you will see the signs of the struggle on his face. You may also ask the Great Spirit to show you how the battle is going."
A hawk flew overhead, spreading back its beautiful red tail as it lighted high in the oak. Both men observed it with respect and noted a hush among the scurrying ones, ever present.
"Well, which wolf wins, Grandfather?"
"The one who gets fed."