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Cicero: "The traitor is the plague"

This is from the blog Dover Beach:

“A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through…all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself.

"For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. The traitor is the plague.” 

--Marcus Tullius Cicero 

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A Scout for Colonel George Custer

Sugar City, Idaho

28 November 2015

Yesterday I was walking north of Sugar City, Idaho on U.S. 20 when this pickup pulled over to give me a ride.  The guy's name was Ted and he looked like he was in his late sixties or early seventies.  He was driving from Utah to Billings, Montana.  I told him that I was heading to Belgrade, Montana.

Ted spent 12 years in the Special Forces (Green Berets).  He did four tours in Vietnam.  Ted was from the Crow Reservation south of Billings (he was 15/16 Crow and 1/16 French).  I told Ted that I had hitchhiked across the Crow and Northern Cheyenne Reservations a number of times over the years.

Ted told me that when he saw me, something hit him in the head and told him to pick me up.  Ted is a Christian and we had great fellowship all the way to Belgrade.

I told Ted that I was involved in intercession/spiritual warfare issues.  He told me that he had been working on a project on the Crow Reservation for 20 years to help the Crow Nation become independent of federal welfare programs.  Ted has met with a lot of opposition.  I told him about the power of prayer and we talked more about the things of God.

We stopped at a gas station in Henry's Lake, Idaho.  Ted bought me some biscuits and gravy and something to drink.  We then walked back to the pickup and he handed me a plate of Thanksgiving dinner.  He told me that his friends in Utah gave him that plate of Thanksgiving dinner for him to eat on the road.  Ted knew it was for someone else.  As he drove through Utah he saw this homeless guy (maybe in Salt Lake City) and offered him that plate of food.  The homeless guy told him that he had just eaten dinner.  So Ted gave me the plate of food; I was very grateful.

Ted told me something interesting.  He said that his great grandfather was a Crow Scout for Colonel George Custer; his great grandfather had fought with Custer at Little Big Horn.  His name was Gozerhead.  We talked more on the Crow, the Sioux, the Northern Cheyenne and the Blackfoot tribes.  I told Ted that I enjoyed reading military history.

Little Big Horn Battlefield

I love it when the Lord puts someone in your path and you have a lot in common with them and you have this great conversation for hours.  When this happens, either you will say something that they were supposed to hear or else they will say something that you were supposed to hear.  It may be one word or one sentence and then the Lord engrafts it into your spirit and your grow stronger from it.  Some Christians call it a Rhema word.  You could also call it our daily bread.  Jesus is the Word of God and He is the Bread from Heaven.

Ted dropped me off just south of Belgrade and continued to Billings.  I walked to the McDonald's and got some tea to drink and sat and read the Bible till it got dark.  I then walked to this junk pickup on the far side of town and hunkered down for the night.  It got down to minus 3 degrees F that night.  My two water bottles froze solid, my loaf of bread froze solid, my sandwich that Ted bought for me froze solid, but I did not freeze solid.  It had been a very blessed day on the road.

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