While watching a special CNN report recently I heard this:

The message to many here: Never tear up the land.

And someone had, in the near past,

performed a religious ceremony in which he declared this land sacred.

And a mother added

They would tear up the land. And, to me, I think (the land is) more important than all the money. So, in the future, my kids would have a place to call home.

And the reporter quoted another person who spoke of a

song our ancestors sang when they marched 

through the snow and back to this land.

And noted for the viewer that

They used it to mark the borders of the territory.

And they sang a song, one that

claimed the land as sacred.  That song — that story — has been a guiding light for this community. It flows through their veins, gives them a sense of purpose, reminds them who they are and will become.

And ended his story, declaring in admiration and even identification:

If only the rest of us were so grounded.

And I thought to myself, that’s the story of the Jews and the return to the Land of Israel.
But, no, that story wasn’t about the Jews and their ancient homeland.

No, it was about the nearly 700 square miles of land occupied by the Northern Cheyenne Indians in Lame Deer, Montana and the threat of coal development.

Occupied land.

Something to think about.

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