In the Sound of a Whisper

This past weekend as I was cutting weeds in the little park near our property,  I stopped to take a break and pondered some history at this very spot.  This area was the celebration grounds for the Cherokee Indians.  An old Cherokee gentleman who has now passed away was looking over the area a few years ago and said, "These are sacred grounds.  Where the stones go high into the sky was the place where three Cherokee clans (tribes) celebrated Summer Winter, Spring, and Fall.  There were even weddings and other celebrations right here on these grounds. It was our way of thanking the Great Spirit and asking him for just the next season."

My mind began thinking of the noise of celebration that echoed through our valley multiple times per year.  Now I do not understand the Cherokee language but my science knowledge kicked in and then my mind really began to wonder.

You know that sound never really goes away but just getting softer as the vibrations become less and less.  The sound is there but you can not hear it.    Like hearing you echo while standing on a hill.  The first echo you hear well, then it gets softer and softer as it bounces off each hillside.

Now my mind is really in full gear as I close my eyes and consider what might have really taken place here.  They left their marks and signs in the stone pillars all around and I can imagine their excitement in giving the Great Spirit praise.  Just then the wind blows through the trees and I hear the rustling sounds that make up a whisper.

Even though many of the people of this great nation did not know Jesus, they did know the need for a relationship with the Great Spirit.  They would listen to the spirit speak.  Just then I opened my eyes and saw one of our bald eagles flying high overhead and upon hearing that great screech that only comes from this magnificent bird, knew how easy it was to have a relationship with the creator.

Sometimes I cry when I realize what supposedly good Christian men did to this proud Cherokee nation.  When you read the book, Trail of Tears", you can not help but be upset that some mens' greed took away the pride of such a great nation.  Living here, near the celebration grounds, I have a great respect for the Cherokee people.

They listened to the sound of a whisper and built a relationship with the Great Spirit that we today take for granted or ignore completely.

Isn't it time for you to listen for the sound of a whisper?  It can change your life!