The REAL DEAL! There was a time when you would not have wanted to meet him in a dark alley.
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.
Angie balancing the books. The work is never done.
Emergency food pantry.
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.
Dining and meeting
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.
Jesse Greenhouse (left) and Justin Hedrick (right)
Tony as Kermit... "It ain't easy being green"
My grandchildren expect a great deal from me. They have heard stories about my antics and so they expect unusual and mischievious behavior from me.
In particular, the boys have heard tales they want me to live up to, like the time I dressed up in a rabbit suit at Easter and knelt down before Jesus on Highway 169 or another occasion when I pulled up my shirt in front of the Abercrombie and Fitch store, exposing my large and rather unattractive stomach, until security came to inquire if I was out on a day pass or not.
These legends have made their way around and in the process have gotten larger than they really were. My family is generally embarrassed by me except when people retell these stories with apparent enthusiasm at knowing such a person – let alone being related to one. Because of this they want me to tell these funny stories or do odd things in public. They sometimes get in a “Double-Dare” mood and when they do I just can’t help myself. Over the weekend Jesse and Justin, at different times, wanted me to do weird stuff like this one picture in Starbuck’s at the Chapter’s bookstore in Thunder Bay.
My updated profile pic
Later, my older grandson thought I might look valiant in his paintball helmet. At my age I would stumble over myself just to admired.