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Topic: RAIN (04/18/19)
- TITLE: The Rainmaker
By Loni Bowden-Horn
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A brown sludge bubbled up from the murky river where the natives gathered to bathe and wash clothes.The women carried jars and clay pots on their heads to dip them into the same tributary. Unless the natives paid the witch doctor's exorbitant demands, their families were forced to drink the foul-tasting swill or go thirsty.
Chief Namakei passed by the mission on his way to see the witch doctor. He smirked at the white man and his crew digging a hole in the dirt with sharp metal fish-hooks. The white man looked up. The chief noticed a sheen of sweat visible on the missionary's brow.
He angled a glance down at him, "You are foolish to think you can get rain from the ground. We who belong here will visit with medicine man to get fresh water."
Missi John, "The Great Spirit tells us, if you get rain from the earth and you reach the sea, sharks will eat you!"
Missionary John Patton stopped abruptly, first looking at the ground, then letting his gaze drift up to the chief's face. "God has put fresh tasting water in the ground as well as the clouds. You will not have to pay the witch doctor for your water."
Chief Namakei's eyes fixed on the witch doctor lurking behind the water cistern stingily guarding its contents. Bloodless lips twisted in a mockery of a smile. *I will put a curse on the missionary man and all who want to help him. The ceremony will begin tonight.
Boiling with fury, the medicine man ground his teeth and clenched his jaw. Fingering his necklace of shrunken heads and tortoise shells, "I will curse their fish traps! I will put venomous snakes into their baskets, until the people are ready to forget about the strange ways of the missionary. "Sparkling water out of the ground, absurd!” He jerked his head, making his hoop earrings whirl.
The throbbing pulse of the drums swelled into the night. The masked man's grass skirt swayed to the intoxicating beat. The medicine man placed the black cloth voodoo doll on an altar and held it towards the moonlight. He jabbed the feet of the doll with sharp pins.
The magic man taught the natives about voodoo, about the spirit of the rain and the spirit of the wind.
Though surprised, the villagers accepted his story because they believed that the power of voodoo magic made such things possible.
As the natives continued digging the next day, the earth quaked and the left side of the hole in the well collapsed. After dirt spilled down the around the feet of the savages, they dropped their fish-hooks and ran.
"You see!” the witch doctor screeched in jubilation. “You have awaken the spirits of the living dead. The gods are angry with the Aniwa people!"
The chief noticed the missionary man kneel by the well. He heard him cry out, "Help your people find out about the living water."
It says in John 4:13-14,"Everyone who drinks of this water will thirst again, but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never thirst again; but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life.”
Minutes passed before the missionary observed the chief. John stood and faced him. A nervous smile broke on his face,"I'm sorry. I was praying. Would you like to watch me continue to dig this well by myself?"
A tendril of panic seized the chief's chest, "Please stop! Missi John. I do not want you eaten by a big fish!"
John hollered, "Come back in three days and the water will come."
Chief Namakei crouched behind a bush watching the white man continue digging.
After the third day, water came pouring out. “Water!” John shouted. “The water is coming!
The missionary held out a glass of water to the chief. The native studied the liquid rolling around his cup as he swirled it. "It certainly had the appearance of rainwater,* he exclaimed. He swallowed a sip of the cool and refreshing drink.
Rain! Rain! Missionary man's God is true God!
An amulet washed up on shore and the witch doctor was never heard from again.
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