CHIEF SEATTLE wrote to the President of the USA in 1852. With complete humilty and submission, he honored the authority of the President, the man God had placed in charge of the land of his forefathers. Prophetic words spoken long ago ~ seem to be coming to pass in the City of Stockton: Its verdant valleys, its flowing rivers, its magnificent mountains, sequestered vales and lush lined lakes and bays, we remember with tender fond affection over the lonely hearted living. Day and night cannot dwell together. The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the White Man, as the morning mist flees before the morning sun. However, your proposition seems fair and I think that my people will accept it and will retire to the reservation you offer them. Then we will dwell apart in peace, for the way of the Great White Chief (GOD)
shows us the coming of constant change. The Winter season's dense darkness, is followed by an eternal trip into the light of Spring. It matters little where we spend the remnant of our days. They will not be many. The Indian's night promises to be dark on this plain. Not a single star of hope hovers above his horizon. Sad-voiced winds moan in the distance. Grim fate seems to be on the Red Man's trail, and wherever he will hear the approaching footsteps of the evil hunter, we are destined to meet his doom, as like the wounded doe that hears the approaching footsteps lays down, so do we. A few more moons, a few more winters, and we shall perish into the mist, like a pond dries up. We mourn the loss of our freedom to care for the land we were given by the Great White Spirit. But why should we regret the untimely fate of my people?
Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless. Your time of decay may be distant, but it will surely come,
for even the White Man whose God walked and talked with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We will see. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land."
Father God, I pray a CIRCLE of the blood of Jesus around the City of Stockton ~ that the darkness shall be destroyed and the City delivered. The City is being re-organized, filing bankruptcy, and knowing that the way of the world does not work. I reclaim the City and all its inhabitants in the name of Jesus. AMEN
CHIEF SEATTLE wrote to the President of the USA in 1852. With complete humilty and submission, he honored the authority of the President, the man God had placed in charge of the land of his forefathers. Prophetic words spoken long ago ~ seem to be coming to pass in the City of Stockton: Its verdant valleys, its flowing rivers, its magnificent mountains, sequestered vales and lush lined lakes and bays, we remember with tender fond affection over the lonely hearted living. Day and night cannot dwell together. The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the White Man, as the morning mist flees before the morning sun. However, your proposition seems fair and I think that my people will accept it and will retire to the reservation you offer them. Then we will dwell apart in peace, for the way of the Great White Chief (GOD) 
shows us the coming of constant change. The Winter season's dense darkness, is followed by an eternal trip into the light of Spring. It matters little where we spend the remnant of our days. They will not be many. The Indian's night promises to be dark on this plain. Not a single star of hope hovers above his horizon. Sad-voiced winds moan in the distance. Grim fate seems to be on the Red Man's trail, and wherever he will hear the approaching footsteps of the evil hunter, we are destined to meet his doom, as like the wounded doe that hears the approaching footsteps lays down, so do we. A few more moons, a few more winters, and we shall perish into the mist, like a pond dries up. We mourn the loss of our freedom to care for the land we were given by the Great White Spirit. But why should we regret the untimely fate of my people? 
Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless. Your time of decay may be distant, but it will surely come, for even the White Man whose God walked and talked with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We will see. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land." Father God, I pray a CIRCLE of the blood of Jesus around the City of Stockton ~ that the darkness shall be destroyed and the City delivered. The City is being re-organized, filing bankruptcy, and knowing that the way of the world does not work. I reclaim the City and all its inhabitants in the name of Jesus. AMEN
"But make up your mind not to worry beforehand how you will defend yourselves. For I will give you words and wisdom that none of your adversaries will be able to resist or contradict." Luke 21:14-15
ReplyDeleteAs appointed Ambassadors of Christ we are equipped with the full authority of the indwelt Holy Spirit! We do not need to blend in, we are set apart, to stand out, and to speak up as it is our blessed priviledge to use our voice on behalf of Jesus.
"We are therefore Christ's ambassadors, as though God were making His appeal through us. We implore you on Christ's behalf:
Be reconciled to God."
2 Corinthians 5:20