My dad somehow got involved with a program called "Indian Guides"instead. For a young boy it was pretty cool. We had fires, learned native dances, wore felt loin clothes over our blue jeans, and headbands with feathers and plastic bear claw necklaces.
My dad was the "Medicine Man" and even had a real buffalo head-headdress! He would run around the fires at big Pow-Wow's calling out to the winds and elements to send fire down. It always happened too...but as his kid I knew his elaborate system of trip wires and test-tubes or wires in trees. It was still cool, but all fake.
I can't find any information on the "tribe" we belonged to but the name sounded like "soo-key-og" which wasn't as cool as Mohawk or Appache.
We each chose our family name and since my parents had a massive Oak in the front yard my dad claimed the name "Tall Oak", my older brother became "young oak" and I was "little Acorn."
Needless to say I was the brunt a a bit of harassment but it was always mitigated by the fact that my dad was the head pyro.
The cool thing now is that I understand God was setting me up.
The Book of Judges, chapter 6 tells of Israel's plight and the runt whom God chose to save his people so that they would never boast of their own power (Judges 7:2ff). This "tween-ager" was hiding in a wine press out of fear and God shows up and calls him out. "Greetings mighty warrior!" the angel declares and for the good fortune of God's people Gideon didn't believe it!
God does not need powerful men and woman. He is powerful. He uses the weak to shame the strong.
What God does use no they are insignificant yet are are faithful people who trust God's simple math;
Nothing + God + Everything
Everything - God = Nothing
God called down more than just Fire from the sky.
He called Jesus, and he brought the Fire of the Holy Spirit. No wires. No Tricks.
Are you hiding?
Re-check the work on your math folks.
Oh, and if you still get stumped. Check the back of the Book...
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