Ode n’os Waubnose gi zhnekazot…..aka this is my dad, Dawn Man he was called.
My dad was an itinerant Native Preacher who could speak several Neshnabe languages. He started several works or churches in Native territories, and he also worked with several Department of Corrections agencies in a tri-State area, visiting the Native men who were incarcerated. My dad was my hero because of the love he had for his people. Upon becoming a minister of the gospel, he didn’t opt for a church in the dominant society but chose to stay with his own Neshnabe people.
As I said, he could preach in several Native tongues as well as English. He also sang Neshnabe songs or hymns wherever he traveled and many non Indian churches requested his presence as he ministered about. He became my mentor as well as setting the pace for my own career in law enforcement and corrections, as well as becoming an AODA counselor later in my life. Having a father like him convinced me of pursuing many good things on behalf of my Native people.
He passed from this world and went into the next in September of 1983 and I have missed his presence and influence so many times over the years. My thought to post this picture of him and say these few words was to honor his memory, as well as the Lord he served. My dad loved the Lord Jesus Christ and led many Natives to his Lord and Master of Life. To say I am proud to be his son is not enough, for I am proud to serve the same Lord he served also. He gave me that influence early in my life.
Nin se Neaseno
Nde medagwendan embyegeyan bgeji ga zhechket o N’osen.
Énagdewendemyan 