NATION MINISTRIES, INC.
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Issue 14 Visits No. 44-45-46-47-48-49-50
My old heart leaps with joy and praise to our Heavenly Father for all of His wonderful working in our efforts to reach the most needy mission field the American Christian has to answer for. The Indian reservations still are a place of hurting, darkness, and pain and we have failed to be the witnesses to these precious people that is so sorely needed. They need Jesus!
I am convinced that the worlds political mess, the unusual fires, floods, and earthquakes, and the happenings around Jerusalem are all foretold in Gods word as the signs of the time preceding His soon return to rapture His church! I believe time is short.
I do not believe we should worry so much about Methodist or Baptist but should focus on whether you are ready to meet God. Have you met Jesus and do you know that He is Savior and Lord of your life. If you die tonight are you ready to meet God? I often liken it to those on a ship at sea when the cry goes out, "man overboard!" Throw out the lifeline! Its no time to argue about WHO does it or about what kind of rope it is! Jesus Christ and Him crucified is the only thing that can save the perishing soul. He is not willing that any should perish. In the day we seek Him with our whole heart He will be found. With the mouth confession is made and with the heart we believe unto righteousness. He that cometh unto Me, I will in no wise cast out.
Neighbor, these Indian people are drowning in the "sea of sin". Throw out the life line. Jesus saves; only Jesus can save. God help us! Man over board! Throw out the life line!
(The response to poetry in our newsletters has been overwhelming. This poem was sent in by Bro. Duke McCluskey. Hope you enjoy it!)
THE MIRACLE OF DREAMS
That night when in Judean skies the mystic star dispensed its light,
A blind man moved within his sleep, and dreamed that he had sight!
That night when shepherds heard the song of hosts angelic choiring near,
A deaf man stirred in slumbers spell and dreamed that he could hear!
That night when in the cattle stall slept child and mother cheek by jowl,
A cripple turned his twisted limbs, and dreamed that he was whole!
That night when oer the newborn babe the tender Mary rose to lean,
A loathsome leper smiled in sleep, and dreamed that he was clean!
That night when to the mothers breast the little King was held secure,
A harlot slept a happy sleep, and dreamed that she was pure!
That night when in the manger lay the Sanctified who came to save
A man moved in the sleep of death, and dreamed there was no grave!
A CHRISTIAN TEEN TODAY
Now I sit me down in school where praying is against the rule,
For this great nation under God finds mention of Him very odd.
If Scripture now the class recites, it violates the Bill of Rights
And anytime my head I bow becomes a federal matter now.
Our hair can be purple, orange, or green, thats no offence; its freedoms scene-
The laws specific, the laws precise, prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
Praying in a public hall might offend someone with no faith at all,
In silence alone we must meditate, Gods name is prohibited by the state.
Were allowed to cuss and dress like freaks and pierce our noses, tongues, and cheeks
Theyve outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible, to quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen and the "unwed daddy" our Senior King,
Its "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong, were taught such "judgments" do not belong.
We can get our condoms and birth controls, study witchcraft, vampires, and totem poles
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed; no word of God must reach this crowd.
Its scary here I must confess, when chaos reigns, the schools a mess,
So Lord this silent plea I make: should I be shot, my soul please take! Amen.
(This poem was posted on the bulletin board of an Arizona Public School. It was written by a teen.)
MISSION VISITS No. 44, 45, 46
Early Saturday morning, September 27th, Marv Boettcher and Dave Gowan took the 99 Western Star truck and the 95 forty-eight foot trailer with its load of vehicles, office equipment, and food and headed for Montana. They ministered at Northwest Indian Bible School at Alberton and on the Blackfeet Reservation at East Glacier and Browning. They met up with Bob King, Don Cline, and Leon Hansen who had left the day before with the Dodge Diesel and the 14 van trailer with its full load. What a joy to join the worship at the school on Sunday.
Mission VISITS No. 44, 45, 46 (cont.)
Early Monday, Sept 28th, we were in East Glacier and Browning on the Blackfeet Reservation. Our Indian brother, Rev. Gordon Monroe, has been our point man for many years and has been a great blessing in helping make our efforts effective. It was a real joy to give Brother Ernest Whitford the Chevy Nova as his car was totaled from hitting a deer and rolling over. His son, Fred, is Karen Jim Whitfords husband at the Celilo Indian Village in Oregon. Fred was along with his dad in the accident and both were seriously injured. We are so happy for Gods mercy in sparing their lives, and that we can be a part of their ministry for the lord.
Gordon Monroe ministers at Browning Last of the big load
MISSION VISITS No. 47, 48, 49, 50
This team and the pick-up had already visited the Rocky Mountain Mission Society at Ravalli and were blessed by Bro. Lee Wraiths report of victory and appreciation for help given by First Nation Ministries. Added to this, the visit to Sister Bernadine Lovell and her outreach ministry at St. Ignatius caused our cup to overflow. Then both teams visited Browning, Montana on the Blackfeet Reservation. The gift of a nice 77 Chevy Nova brought smiles and tears of joy to Indian minister Ernest Whitfords eyes. His accident with a deer rolled his car over three times making it a total loss. His serious injuries are healing nicely as are those of his son, Fred Whitford of Celilo, Oregon, who also received a vehicle from First Nation Ministries.
MISSION VISITS No. 47, 48, 49, 50 (cont.)
What a joy and privilege to be helpers to the wonderful servants of the Lord that God has put to work on Indian reservations. Neighbor, God has placed some of His choice servants on these hard, hard mission fields. The churches of our land have done a far better job on foreign fields that right here in our own back yard, yet these consecrated, loyal servants faithfully take the good news of the glorious Gospel to those who still sit in spiritual darkness. We praise God for the open doors to us on the Flathead and Blackfeet Reservations, both of which are in Western Montana within 600 miles of First Nation Ministries headquarters in Portland, Oregon. We thank you, Teammates, for your prayers and support.