On the dining room table in our house, a bundle of sage sits next to the Advent wreath.
Every night we read from our children’s Advent book, and then from Keepers of the Earth a book of Native American stories written by Michael Caduto and Joseph Bruchac.
I turn the Pandora station from Frank Sinatra Holiday Music to Powwow Dance in the middle of the day while I’m doing dishes, because this is what an Indigenous Advent is like.
This is the way of walking two worlds with one spirit, one spirit that sees the path of Christ to be the path of native culture, as well.
People ask me all the time if it’s hard to be a Native American and a Christian, and I always tell them, “No, it isn’t. It’s hard to be a Native American in a country seeped in colonized Christianity.”