I was 16 years old the first time I heard the words, "I hear Dine Bikeyah calling..." I was sitting on a chair in Wichita, KS watching Rich Mullin's musical, Canticle of the Plains. Then I learned, "Dine Bikeyah is a real place, its the land of the people, the land of the Navajo." Right there at the edge of my seat, I felt God whisper in my heart, "You've been asking were I am calling you, now you know." Tears were running down my face. I had gone just because I loved studying the life of St. Francis and enjoyed Rich's music, but never expected God to use it like He did.
Now I am 29, and I have been living in Dine Bikeyah for nearly 2 years. I am still just a beginner in the beautiful Navajo language, and I live just off the rez in the town of Thoreau. Yet my heart is pulled there deeply, especially when I have been gone for a while. I get homesick when I leave Dine Bikeyah. I have found my home among a people not my own. I have found a place to stop wandering, in a land not my own, and I am home, at last.