I met a wrinkled one hundred and two year old lady on the Reservation wrapped in a tasseled shawl. She told me in a very thin voice of a trip she had made as a child to Europe. In England, she had performed in a Wild West Show before Queen Victoria. With a twinkle in her eye she related that the whole cast was lined up to be introduced to Her Majesty. Everyone else bowed or curtsied but this five year old child adamantly refused. Queen Victoria was curious and spoke to her father, "Why doesn't your little girl curtsey like the others?" The Native man replied "She's a very independent child, mam, why don't you speak to her yourself?"
This little girl was called forward and gently asked why she would not curtsey. "No," she blurted out, "you are not my God! My God's in the United States of America!" Warmed by her directness, Queen Victoria leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "God bless you, my dear! You know where you belong!" This little child knew where she belonged. There were many others during our week's crusade in Rapid City who came to love and serve God in a very real way. So, as a witness, these new Christians, with the rest of the church held a series of open air services on the streets of the City Center.