And a Little Child Shall Lead Them by Kiersti Plog

Posted by on Jan 7, 2015 | Comments Off on And a Little Child Shall Lead Them by Kiersti Plog

And a Little Child Shall Lead Them by Kiersti Plog

Wandering Wednesdays


My guest today is writer, Kiersti Plog. Enjoy!


And a Little Child Shall Lead Them: The Little Blonde Girl at the Pow Wow


We heard the announcement over the microphone as we arrived at the circle of booths and pulsing drums:


“Where is the little blonde girl who was dancing? We want to honor her with a special dance.”

Little blonde girl? Not exactly what you’d expect to hear at a Native American pow wow.Pow wow Joe Mabel - KierstiPlog


The announcement repeated several times, and when the little girl’s name was mentioned, I realized I knew the child, as her parents belong to the mission organization my family used to and on whose campus this pow wow, sponsored by Native believers, is held. But I didn’t see her or her family anywhere.


A short while later, while walking around to examine the booths of jewelry, leatherworking, wooden bows and flutes, moccasins and other Native clothing, I saw this little girl pass, blonde braids hanging down her back and chubby hand clasped in her mother’s as they hurried toward the drummer’s circle.


Sure enough, soon the MC announced they were going to do a special dance for this child, since she had already joined in a dance earlier of her own accord.


“She’s going Indian—going Native,” he joked.


So she was led out, this little one of almost three. She stood uncertain in her striped sundress in the middle of the grassy circle—until the drums and chanting began again. Then she immediately started to dance, her feet and arms flying in time to the music.

A red blanket was spread on the grass near her.


“Those of you who know why we put a blanket out, you know what to do,” the MC said.

Slowly at first, then more and more, people stepped into the circle. A couple of Anglos, but mostly Native Americans, they dropped their offerings—many of them paper money—onto the blanket for this little girl.


Then several Native dancers in their feathers, fringe, and bells began to dance with and around her. One man in multicolored regalia touched her head and shoulders with the feathers he held. She lifted her arms toward him, whether in confusion or attraction, I couldn’t tell, but they kept dancing, around and around. Together.


Pow wow Joe Mabel 3- KierstiPlogAnd tears sprang to my eyes. What a beautiful picture, I thought, of racial reconciliation.

While pow wows are wonderful celebrations for both participants and observers, I have sometimes felt especially aware of cultural walls while attending them, as I shared in this post a couple of years ago.


But here was a little Anglo girl, some of whose ancestors wreaked untold havoc and heartache on the Native peoples of this land, entering into their celebration and dances with the joyful abandon and clear-seeing eyes of a small child. And being welcomed and embraced by them.


In another dance a bit later, she came alongside an older Native man in heavy fringe and jingled anklets. She reached up and took his hand, and together they danced, the gray braids and the blonde, side by side.


And I got a glimpse of those walls crumbling down.


“For He Himself is our peace, who made both groups into one and broke down the barrier of the dividing wall…” ~ Ephesians 2:14


“…And a little child shall lead them…” ~ Isaiah 11:6


Have you ever been led by a child before? Why do you think they can sometimes reach across walls and barriers we adults struggle with? Please comment and share!


About the Author:

Kiersti Plog holds a life-long love for history and historical fiction and lived with her family for five years in New Mexico near the Navajo Kiersti PlogReservation, which has inspired much of her writing. Her yet-unpublished novel Beneath a Turquoise Sky is set at a Navajo mission boarding school and received the ACFW Genesis Award for Historical Fiction in 2013.She recently completed another manuscript intertwining the contemporary story of a young mother expecting a baby with spina bifida with the historical thread of a Navajo Code Talker from World War II. Kiersti writes stories that show the intersection of past and present, explore relationships that bridge cultural divides, and probe the healing Jesus can bring out of brokenness. A member of American Christian Fiction Writers, she loves learning and growing with other writers penning God’s story into theirs. Check out her website and blog at Kiersti is represented by Wendy Lawton of Books & Such Literary Agency.

Pin It on Pinterest

Share This

Did you enjoy this?

If so, please help spread the happiness! Share this post with your friends!

%d bloggers like this: