When the season of Lent approached in the spring of 1974 the brothers made a final visit to Tur Abdin and the Saffron monastery. From there they returned to Adana to thank the Capuchin’s for looking out for them. A final tour of the places St. Paul visited brought them to Antioch on Ash Wednesday, where the followers of Christ formally adopted the term “Christian”.
     On Saturday they ran across a handful of American Air Force GIs. One of them was named T. Douglas, a tall, slender man their same age. Upon learning the Airman’s family originated in Menominee, they spent several hours showing him and his group the cave sites of St. Paul.
     “I have gone through Birch Clump several times,” he told them. “I have never seen this monastery of yours.”
     “You know the general store and restaurant?” Joseph asked.
     “Ja.” “Take the county road due north. As you know, there isn’t a lot to Birch Clump. You must have passed by and never noticed it because the front is all forested. You have to visit us.”
     Douglas shared his experiences of Franciscan formation in metro Detroit and his love of the U.P. “I find Rev. Matthews’ Indian name very interesting,” he added when they told him some of the founding stories of Annunciation.
     “How’s zat?”
     “I know of someone with the same name.”
     He went into no other detail about The Man With a Good Message, but stunned them a second time when he asked if they knew of the name Sky Woman, Gi-Gi-Go-Kway. Again he gave no detail of why he knew that name either, nor did time permit Joseph or Joshua to press him for his information. A bus waited to take them to Myrna and the GI’s had a hired van waiting to take his group back to Incerlik, the airbase just outside of Adana. He handed Cuauhtlotazin a hawk feather he pulled from behind a large stone.
     “I think your friend Hawk Dancer,” whom the monks had already told Douglas about, “will find this interesting. You have my address, write.”
     “Come see us,” they called back.
     “I’m certain I will,” T. Douglas echoed down the canyons of Antioch in Asia Minor.

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..... [The folowing takes place in August 1978 in the Upper Peninsula (U.P.) of Michigan.......

A copper tone Fiat Stratus with jigsaw cracks in the body paint pulled into the crowded restaurant lot. A lanky, somewhat underweight, six-foot driver stepped out, stretched, and popped his vertebrae, fingers, toes and ankles. He arraigned his Polo shirt to lie neatly over the belt of his tight Jordache jeans, and then doubled checked the straps securing his head rack before going inside. He took note in the mirror of a bustling waitress eying him up and down. He turned swiftly just to see how fast she could divert her eyes. An order of six Dr. Peppers toppled as she walked into a departing customer. T. Douglas, the new arrival, ducked into the restroom before he spurted out his laughter. He did a quick job of freshening up and returned to the foyer. Douglas asked another customer for directions to Assumption Hermitage.
     “If you can get in there today, funeral and all, its a couple three miles or so straight up the road. It’s hid by trees, so look carefully. Lots of action there today, though.”
     T. Douglas appreciated the clarity of “a couple three miles or so.” He caught the reflection of the waitress a second time as he turned to leave. He gave a wink and her load of replacement drinks ended up on another customer about to take leave.
     Three days after the funeral, the hermitage was back to a quieter pace. Jacob and Joseph ventured to the cabin Douglas stayed in.
     “What have you here?” Jacob asked.
     “An old pocket recorder I got in the Air Force,” Douglas showed them, “Hope you don’t mind, but I filled up several mini tapes from people who shared their stories about Bro. Job and the history of this place.”
     He read the apprehension people might feel when their lives are being recorded. Yet the younger priest’s voice was not at all negative, “Have you any plans for this?”
     “No plans,” T. Douglas slowly returned with. “Not now. Do you mind if I write some of this up for you?”
     Their Smiles accepted the offer.

Chapter 14 – Freedom

     On Friday, August 11, 1978, the 95th Congress passed the following resolution creating public law 95-341: American Indian Religious Freedom [S.J. Res. 102]
     Resolved by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America … that hence forth it shall be the policy of the United States to protect and preserve for American Indians their inherent right of freedom to believe, express and exercise the traditional religions of the American Indian, … including but not limited to access to sites, use and possession of sacred objects, and the freedom to worship through ceremonials and traditional rites.