Your Wonders Never Cease

Towards the end of  “The Song of Hiawatha” Longfellow writes:

“From the brow of Hiawatha

Gone was every trace of sorrow,

As the fog from off the water,

As the mist from off the meadow.

With a smile of joy and triumph,

With a look of exultation,

As of one who in a vision

Sees what is to be but is not,

Stood and waited Hiawatha.

I was delighted to find the prophetic dimension in this poem, illustrating beautifully the realisation of forthcoming events.   

As the Korean pastor Yonggi Cho has described, faith is another dimension, and when you are functioning in that dimension, things at present unseen become a very real expectation, like a pregnancy in fact. 

Hiawatha was a legendary saviour of his people, and the above lines relate to his expectation of visitors from the land of the Sunrise, as he stood at the edge of Lake Superior. The one who came, the Black-Robe chief, the Paleface, would speak to the tribe of Jesus:

“How he rose from where they laid him,

Walked again with his disciples,

And ascended into heaven.”      

Jesus’ wisdom and teaching transcends time and tribe.

His words:

“I am the way, the truth and the life,”

are words for the whole universe, for eternity.