Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

SAVING FISH FROM DROWNING
who kindly did not give us too much mischief. The refrain chant
came back in English. God is great! To the Lord of Land and Water,
who owns all of nature and let us dwell in it. God is great! To the
Crop Grandmother, who had no crops to watch, but that was not her
fault. God is great! And to the Great God in the sky and His son,
Lord Jesus, who will welcome us into the Kingdom of Everlasting
Rice Fields and bottomless bottles of sweet toddy, which we will drink
while watching the greatest dances, puppet dramas, and number-one
TV shows. God is great! God is great! We will grow strong and then
stronger still, so that when our enemies die and try to sneak into our
kingdom, we will knock them down and beat their heads, until they
are as soft as egg yolks. God is great! God is great! We will smash
their bones and grind their hearts, until the pieces are like moldy ma­
nure. God is great! God is great! We will toss this stink into a burn­
ing river. God is great! God is great! Away they will be swept, boiling
and bubbling, screaming and crying, over a cliff and down a firefall
into the fang-toothed jaws of Hell, just as the Lord of Nats has fore­
told. God is great!
Now our people will be ready to be resurrected as soldiers for the
Lord’s Army—God is great!—and at last they will return to earth
and take back our stolen lands. God is great! But before we plant and
harvest the fields, we will find the scattered bones of our dear fami­
lies, mother, father, sister, brother, child, child, baby, baby. We will
wrap them tenderly in blankets woven with the secret knots, and as
we talk to them, soothe them, we will lay them in the earth—not in
a secret place with no name—but on the top of a mountain, with a
clear view of the sky. Amen.
D URING A BREAK in the news, my friends came over to watch the
ceremony that the Lajamees were holding. They sat on logs and low
stools. Today must be some sort of a holiday, hence the celebration
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