Hi Bear:)

I am sorry Bear but no where does my savior say convert or die. Rather his scripture says to be ye separate. Go tell the world, first. People who call themselves Christian and support 'convert or die' doctrine, I find suspicious, keep a watchful ear upon, and separate myself from far far quicker than any raging lost soul.

Another pre-Columbian book I consumed recently suggests Iroquois' may have had Celtic and or Norse bloodlines mixed in. That would explain blond and redheaded natives in various areas of the continent.

And before it comes up, they came to hear willing.

I am pleased! you liked the photo.-)

peaceably

Btw Bear, thank you, I'm a schmuck but his spirit in me has made me more tolerable.

TellYaTrue self deprecation.

As a counter to the notion all Europeans or Christians brutalized or had bad intentions toward the natives, this appeared in my in-box recently:

American Minute with Bill Federer

April 20

His interpreter, Moses Tinda Tautamy, helped him minister to Indians along the Susquehanna and Delaware Rivers, camping at night.

Born APRIL 20, 1718, David Brainerd wrote in his Journal:

"FORKS OF DELAWARE, Pennsylvania, Lord's day, July 21, 1745.

Preached to the Indians...Divine truth seemed to make very considerable impressions and caused the tears to flow freely.

Afterwards I baptized my interpreter and his wife, who were the first I baptized among the Indians...

Though before he had been a hard drinker...it is now more than six months since he experienced this change; in which space of time he has been exposed to strong drink in places where it has been moving free as water; yet has never desired after it...

He discourses feelingly of the conflicts and consolations of a real Christian."

David Brainerd contracted tuberculosis and was nursed at the home of Princeton president Jonathan Edwards.

Dying at age 29, his diary inspired millions, including John Wesley, William Carey and Oswald J. Smith.

David Brainerd wrote: "Oh, how precious is time, and how it pains me to see it slide away, while I do so little to any good purpose. Oh, that God would make me more fruitful."