In my Wisconsin wanderings I came across a path beside a river.
It led to this covered bridge which led to…
This tiny chapel which was only big enough for about 20 people. (I apologize for the blurry picture.)
We followed the path that led behind the chapel and found a series of small frames set on posts.
Not all of the plaques were still readable so I have typed a copy below. I hope you enjoy reading Psalm 23 in this Plains Indian Version.
The GREAT FATHER above a SHEPHERD CHIEF is.
I am His and with Him I want not.
He throws out to me a rope
and the name of the rope is love
and He draws me to where the grass is green
and the water is not dangerous,
and I eat and lie down and am satisfied.
Sometimes my heart is very weak and falls down
but He lifts me up again and draws me into a good road.
His name is WONDERFUL.
it may be very soon, it may be a long, long time.
He will draw me into a valley.
It is dark there, but I’ll be afraid not,
for it is in between those mountains
that the SHEPHERD CHIEF will meet me
and the hunger that I have in my heart all through life will be satisfied.
He gives me a staff to lean upon.
He spreads a table before me with all kinds of foods.
He puts His hand upon my head and all the “tired” is gone.
My cup He fills till it runs over.
What I tell is true.
I lie not.
These roads that are “away ahead” will stay with me
through this life and after;
and afterwards I will go to live in the great house
and sit down with the SHEPHERD CHIEF forever.
~Isabel Crawford (Missionary to the Indians of the plains)