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Date Posted: 10:55:22 06/26/11 Sun
Author: George
Subject: Geronimo Rides Through Town

One day when I was in first grade, the phone in the kitchen rang. My mother answered it. Afterwards, she hurriedly packed us up in the car and took off, telling us that my father had called and told her to bring us over to LaNorman's garage because "The Indians are coming through town."

Our town was small, so it didn't take long to drive the five blocks to the other side of town. LaNorman's garage was on the corner across the street from the railroad station. I was very excited, because I was looking forward to seeing a large group of Plains Indians riding through town on horseback.

Under the icon of Pegasus on the Magnolia Oil Company sign, I got out of the car, turned around, and looked at the street. There were no Indians. My father excitedly ushered us around to the back of the garage where I saw the following: On the Chicago, Burlington, and Quincy, an enormous train of steam locomotives was being towed to the scrapyards in the city some fifty miles to the south. My father was urgent to have us brought to the trackside, because this was an event that would not be repeated, ever.

Afterwards, it was apparent what had happened. Over the phone, my father had said "engines," (instead of "locomotives",) and my mother, insisting on good grammar, had unconsciously changed what she thought was the word "Injuns" to "Indians."

It is increasingly obvious that there are serious flaws in the revelatory process, bad communication similar to what happened that day. My father had not intended to mislead anyone, nor had my mother. However, I had ridden down to the garage fully expecting to see Indians.

Now, critical consideration could have prevented this expectation. After all, in a small, rural town in the middle of nowhere, that is not on the way to anywhere, why would a troop of Indians be coming through on the way to anywhere else? An adult, of course, would have been aware that the railroad tracks went right by the garage, and that the railroad actually did go somewhere. But in the "quick, hurry!" of the situation, all of this was lost.

I cannot help but compare this to the current revelations offered to the CofC by the Father. Our Father tells the prophet over the phone that homosexuals, lesbians, and gender-confused persons of sacred worth, called to the same salvation that the rest of us are. Then the prophet gets off the phone and hollers, "Wowee! God says we're going to start having same-sex weddings!"

The difference, of course, is that my mother, after taking stock of the situation, knew she had made a mistake, as the rest of us also did. Likewise, careful consideration of the message God gave the Communitarian prophet to present to a nation founded on orthodox Christian principles would also disclose the error of expecting Chief GALA to come riding through town. If my mother and the rest of us been like the CofC clergy and laity, we would have begun agitating for Indians to be recruited (or kidnapped) from Oklahoma and paraded through town, because after all -- the prophet, (like my mother,) can't be wrong.

So, in the scrapping of obsolete iron horses, some of us see the future in the scrapping of outworn traditions and modalities. Others want the CB&Q tracks ripped up to make a trail for Indian migrations. And the Communitarian prophets insists that "It is going to be done, by God!"

George

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Replies:

Re: Geronimo Rides Through Town -- George, 20:29:12 06/26/11 Sun
- Re: Geronimo Rides Through Town -- Lois, 21:09:07 06/26/11 Sun
  - Re: Geronimo Rides Through Town -- George, 21:10:35 06/27/11 Mon