Issue 24 VISITS 95,96,97,98,99,100

January 2010

Dear Teammates,

What a great God we serve! Our hearts overflow with praise and thanksgiving to our Almighty King. He has given us the “vision” of reaching America’s most needy mission field which is right here in our own back yard. Our precious Indian brothers and sisters still sit in spiritual darkness, poverty, hunger and pain.

He has directed our steps, opening and closing doors and putting the right words in our mouths. We have followed hard after Him as directed. If they are hungry, feed them; if they are naked, clothe them; if they are sick, comfort and treat them. Where there is need, supply it and, above all, in prayer and humility, let them feel our love and concern. Neighbor, it works!

This newsletter completes the reports of the 100 visits we have made ending in 2009. It is over and beyond what we ever dreamed of! We praise God and thank you, dear Teammate.

Your old missionary brother,

Don Cline

When you are sad…I will dry your tears.

When you are scared…I will comfort your fears.

When you are worried…I will give you hope.

When you are confused…I will help you cope.

When you are lost and can’t see the light, I shall be your beacon, shining ever so bright.

This is my oath…I pledge till the end.

Why, you may ask? Because you’re my friend.

TILL THE STORM PASSES BY

By Mosie Lister

In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid my face,

While the storm howls above me, and there’s no hiding place.

‘Mid the crash of the thunder, precious Lord, hear my cry,

Keep me safe till the storm passes by.

Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more,

Till the clouds roll forever from the sky;

Hold me fast, let me stand, in the hollow of Thy hand,

Keep me safe till the storm passes by.

Many times Satan whispered, “There is no need to try,

For there’s no end of sorrow, there’s no hope by and by.”

But I know Thou art with me, and tomorrow I’ll rise

Where the storms never darken the skies!

Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more,

Till the clouds roll forever from the sky;

Hold me fast, let me stand, in the hollow of Thy hand,

Keep me safe till the storm passes by.

When the long night has ended and the storms come no more,

Let me stand in Thy presence on that bright peaceful shore;

In that land where the tempest never comes, Lord, may I

Dwell with Thee when the storm passes by.

Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more,

Till the clouds roll forever from the sky;

Hold me fast, let me stand, in the hollow of Thy hand,

Keep me safe till the storm passes by.