Title:Crisis of Faith
Synopsis: Stephen has his faith shaken.
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Stephen awoke for the fifth night in a row soaking in sweat. He had that dream again. while the Catholic part of him said he should dismiss it, his Chickasaw blood was telling him different.
“Evie,” he rolled over and softly addressed his wife. “Evie, we have to go to Oklahoma.”
“Stephen, not now... I’m asleep...” God, how he loved her. he kissed her cheek and tried once more to sleep.
“I had that dream again, Evie. Not even Father Crosby can understand it. I have to go to Oklahoma - to the Chickasaw Nation. I’m not on the Tribal Roll, but still....” his voice trailed. the five days of minimal sleep were taking its toll and he had hard time focusing. “I’m going to be useless at work again... DAMMIT!”
“Are you Chickasaw?” the question that Stephen had been waiting for. He knew a many times great grandmother was Chickasaw. The founding Colbert had been a trader from James Island. That was about all he knew. They asked her name. He told them. He was proud of the fact he was part Chickasaw. He mentioned it twice on his show - thinking about it, he realized that the dream began the night after he made the declaration while interviewing Joe Scarborough.
Stephen was sitting in a meeting room of the Council House of the Chickasaw Nation, explaining his reasons for the assistance of a tribal elder.
“I need to understand why I am having this dream. Why am I dreaming of a snake? I know all about the religious, psychological and sexual connotations of the snake, but that it isn’t it. In my dream, the snake is just lying there. Coiled. and last night, the dream changed, slightly. The snake struck.. I DIED!”
“Did you provoke the snake into striking?”
“No.”
“Snake is a revered spirit in Chickasaw lore... you are being hunted.”
This took some time for Stephen to digest. Hunted? but by whom and more importantly, why?After a few moments of silence, he spoke: “What can I do? I was brought up to believe the snake as the Root of all that is evil in the world. that the snake is Satan in disguise. I am being hunted by Satan? But why? why couldn’t my priest see that?” once more, he fell silent.
In the span of two hours, he had had his faith shaken and not restored. These elders were wiser and better counsel than his priest. He began to pray, but the words wouldn’t come. They now felt hollow. false.
“You are having a hard time accepting this. We understand. We will try to help you, our brother." The Game
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