Our eight-year-old granddaughter says she loves Thanksgiving. Since her daddy is our son and her mommy is Native American, she has a unique perspective on Turkey Day. She tells us she's a Thanksgiving fan because "I'm a Pilgrim and an Indian!" I guess that means she can eat from both sides of the table?

Actually, there were Pilgrims because there were Indians. One Indian in particular. Squanto.

So many of our Pilgrim forefathers and mothers died that first winter. Something like half of the Mayflower survivors. The survival of the Pilgrims was in serious doubt.

Then came their brown-skinned miracle - an Indian. Who somehow spoke English.

A few years earlier, young Squanto had been carried off to England by traders who worked the Massachusetts coast. He learned English, as well as the Bible. Then, thanks to a compassionate benefactor, he made it back home on another English trading vessel. Only to find that his entire village had been wiped out by disease.

But God had amazingly equipped him to save the lives of another people. He knew what the Pilgrims did not know - how to plant, cultivate, harvest and survive in their new land. And because of what Squanto taught them, they reaped the bountiful harvest that made the difference. And sparked the gratitude in their hearts that brought together the Pilgrims and their Native American neighbors for that first Thanksgiving.

In a sense, those Pilgrims are my people. And the lives of "my people" were saved by some of the first Americans. Now it's our turn. So many Native Americans are dying so young. All we've taken from them has left a harvest of pain and grief and brokenness. And so much they've lost has deluged this generation in a tsunami of hopelessness.

It isn't that Native Americans need non-Native people to come swooping in like white mini-saviors. They need for us to support them so they can fight for their own people.

I've been privileged by God to be a part of watching that happen. Our ministry has seen the amazing potential of Native American young people whose lives have been radiated with hope by Jesus Christ. Modern-day "Squantos." We've seen what happens when they go to reservations on our On Eagles' Wings teams and tell their Native brothers and sisters about a brown-skinned Savior named Jesus. Hope is born where hope has been needed for so long.

But those young spiritual warriors are enabled to go by non-Native Jesus-followers who stand behind them with their prayer and their giving. It's a holy, life-saving partnership. And the "children of the Pilgrims" are helping to save the lives of the "children of the first Americans." It's long overdue, but, thank God, it's happening.

You may not have any Native Americans at your Thanksgiving table this week, but you can take a little time to talk to God on their behalf. For most Americans, they're just not on our radar. But they are surely on God's radar. When "He determined the exact places they (every nation of man) should live" (Acts 17:26), He made the people we call Indians the first Americans.

And just as my people battled to survive many years ago in Plymouth, so Native Americans are battling for survival today. We cannot be blind to their pain. This Thanksgiving would be a good time to ask, "Lord, is there something you'd like me to do?" At minimum, He'll want you to fight for them in prayer. Because there is a battle raging for their lives, and prayer is the most powerful weapon there is.

So, in a spiritual sense, you can have some Native Americans at your table this Thanksgiving. As you bring them to the Throne Room of our Father in heaven. Who sent His Son for their people and my people.

            

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