Living History

During the last week of July we were in Cherokee, NC on our vacation. Well, that's what Tom and the children called it~sleeping in a tent isn't my idea of a vacation! (True Confession: I'm actually beginning to enjoy it~especially the campfires at night.) Well, because Tom is such a sweetie, we stayed in a motel in Cherokee one night. As we thought about what to do that evening, the usual touristy stuff came up, i.e miniature golf. Then we remembered the outdoor drama, "Unto these Hills."

As you may know, Cherokee is an Indian Reservation, of sorts. And for the last 50 years, they've been performing an outdoor drama during the summer months. Well, the children were less than thrilled. "A Play?" "How long is it?" "Why can't we golf?"

But when the drama began, my children were mesmerized. They watched these Cherokee men and women sing, tell stories of their history, and perform native dance. And learned more about the Trail of Tears and Anglo-Indian relations (the good and bad) than any book would ever tell. In fact, they unanimously agreed it was a highlight of our trip.

It reminds me of the need to think outside the box with awareness that God teaches us at all times, in many ways. And frankly, I'd rather live out my story than sit it out on the sidelines.

So excuse me, I have to run. I've got some history to make. I'd love to hear all about yours as well.