Thursday – Sunday
About six years ago, after completing studies at Bethany College of Missions, they arrived in Thunder Bay with nothing but a hand-made trailer with all of their belongings pulled behind an old (and often repaired) Volkswagen Jetta.
Today they have a native family center called, “An Eagle’s Cry” located in the notorious Simpson Street area where most “proper” people will not venture after sundown. Begun with virtually nothing, their storefront ministry stretches the distance of three shops. Several times a week “Eagle’s Cry” is filled to capacity with entire families being fed, little children doing crafts, games being played by teenagers, others getting hair cuts and at times, the Bible explained to many who have not even completed grade school level education.
As you can imagine, this outcome gives his mother and I some satisfaction. In fact my dad and mom would be thrilled to have lived to see this as they ministered to native people’s while I was growing up in Wichita, Kansas. Because of my early exposure to native American playmates, it was slightly reasonable for us to adopt Sky. We picked him out of the newspaper almost forty years ago when he was but two and a half years old. It wasn’t always easy for us or him but here he is today and a great blessing (as is Angie) to his entire family and hundreds of others who have yet to experience the grace of God that Sky and Angie have encountered.
Arriving in Thunder Bay with nothing other than the call of God and faith they now have the Center and even though rented, live in this marvellous home on College Street.
I enjoyed cooking for them in their gourmet kitchen. Here we enjoy one of my favorite meals, Penne and sausage.