John and Seraphine Evans from Fort Smith, NWT

May we never forget the faith and wisdom of our late elder Seraphine Evans’s grandson. One day I was visiting Seraphine in Fort Smith, and she was watching over her grandson. Her grandson had recently been given one of those plastic tricycles: A Big Wheel, they call them. He was outside and because he got so into riding his Big Wheels in circle after circle, his orbit increased and he kept going out on the road. You know how Fort Smith is a truck town, hey? Well, I’d be trying to interview her and then we’d hear honking and she’d have to go to the window and say, “Junior, you come back in the yard.” “Okay, Grandma,” the little one would say. Well, this happened three times and after the third time, Seraphine went to the window and said, “All right, Junior, that’s it. That’s it. You know what’s going to happen to you because you didn’t listen to your Kookum?” He was still pedaling away. “What?” “Because you didn’t listen to me, you might get hit by a truck and when you do you’re going to fly through the air and a little devil in red long johns is going to poke you in the bum with a fork because you didn’t listen to your grandma. What do you think of that?”

Her grandson stopped and said, “No, Kookum. You know what will happen to me if I get hit by a truck?”

“What,” she said.

“If I get hit by a truck,” the little guy said, “I’ll fly right through the air and land right in the arms of Jesus.”

Now that’s faith and you gotta have it because you can bet there were, are and will always be a lot of people who are putting their faith in you.

:)

Mahsi cho, Seraphine and John, for all of your lovely visits.

Richard