April 10, 2004 Visiting Sioux Valley with Perry Antoine and his sisters and a niece with their mother on Easter Saturday, I was asked to take them to this cemetery so they could pray to the grave of their Father, where on his tomb the names were Private Alfred Antoine, who had served overseas, to defend the country (Canada) that was still oppressing his people and to this day, the same. Evelyn suddenly started walking away, with her daughter Kayla, through a gate that would lead into a field. When I asked her if she wanted to have her picture taken besides her father’s tombstone, she replied; “I prefer not. It’s too hard on me, but I want to show my daughter something, if you don’t mind.” As we were praying ourselves, by the grave of the father, where the deceased man’s wife, and elder unable to walk, sat in the van with the door open, where I drove right in front of the tombstone so she could pray with us. Suddenly, Evelyn came to me and said: “Wow. I remember coming here when I was a little girl.” I noticed she had some little stones in her hand. And she said. “When we had nothing to eat, I used to pick up these little stones and eat them. Sometimes, we were two weeks without food. To tell you the truth, they had a good taste you could get. I think it’s like moisture out of it. But it’s not really good for you, because I had to get the stones removed later by operation.” You could see her on the photo with her daughter listening to her mom to what she went through when she was a little girl. Then she said: ”I remember one time we were so hungry there was only a few potatoes left. My parents cut them in pieces and buried them underground. I remember I felt it was unfair because we were hungry. But we didn’t understand why they did that. Somehow, we went to the field and tried to dig them out and we couldn’t find any. Somewhat later, we had potatoes. But these stones, I want to teach my kids what it was like when we were going though residential schools, when we had no food at home and when we were learning about God. We didn’t understand this God.” So I asked Evelyn if I could tell her story because as with governments, nobody listens because they control everything. We have to be happy with what we get, even when you have no food. It is not to bring to surface dead fish that are useless. But unless we understand what makes our social problem be what they are, by listening to the people. I am far from angry, because I know everyone wishes they had the magic solution to feed the whole world at once, but for the wrong reasons. The wrong reasons are always so we could look good, be in power, and make history. Mother Theresa never did it for any of these reasons. Neither did Christ, Martin Luther King, John Kennedy, Ghandi, all those who have left great marks on the world, not by defying the negative, but by ignoring it and persisting until their purpose was accomplished. Now it’s different because in this Mission, no one is to be left out, nor the offender, much less the victims. It is an initiation to love, to persist, until all know what love is. Then we will have no opposition and we will have a time of peace, built on the way showed by these men explained by the Lord as how to become a man of God, by committing yourself fully to the well being of others, beginning by the least among them. We thank you for reading and pray for Evelyn, who just ran out of unemployment insurance and now must go to the lines of welfare when she wants to work, where she has worked for the government, where the work has become short when there’s so much to do. It is merely to invite you to know who these people are. Once you know the story, you’ll understand the meaning, but if one could change, so can they. Let us be sovereign under this God and become workers into the fields of love where no wars famine, hatred, racism, will ever become a problem between people. Love embodies the foundation of all faiths, including for those who need to see love to understand faith. Thank you and God bless you. Roger Poisson.