ISSUE 39 JUNE 2013

Hello there, Neighbor!

Welcome to our new location! Our mailing address is the same, but our location has changed to 6510-A NE Columbia Blvd. Portland, OR 97018. We’re sharing pictures in this issue and hope you’ll be as excited as we are.

We’re also showing you pictures from Les’ trip to the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota to partner with Feed the Hungry once again, and hand out food. Even though the trip took place in May, it looks like December because of the terrible weather they were having back there. The Big Rig couldn’t be taken to some of the drop-off locations because the roads were too bad.

Then we packed a load for the Spokane Rez, where Charles and Kathryn Garcia are pastoring, and Jeff Phipps and his wife, Sharee, took it up to them. These two young couples had a good time fellowshipping together and Jeff was impressed at the vision Charles has for his church and the people there. We are delighted to help supply the food bank, the clothes closet, and the church library for them. We also received two pick-up truck loads full of potatoes (red, yellow, fingerling, russet, and bakers), onions, and grapefruit from a long-time teammate. This food is organically grown. When the Lord supplies, it’s always good stuff! So, we loaded the bed of the RAM truck with produce for the Garcia’s.

We thank the Lord for “enlarging our territory” (I Chronicles 4:9-10), but with that blessing comes added expense. That’s where you come in, Teammate. Thank you for all your prayers and financial support that makes this work possible. Keep it up! Get in on the giving and you’ll get in on the blessing because you can’t out give God. I remind you of Psalm 41:1: “Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble.” We will be going to Celilo and Colville next, the Lord willing. Please pray for these trips and God bless you “real good”.

Your old missionary brother,

Don Cline

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With Jeff doing the most work, we finally got moved into the new location. He worked hard and, thankfully, Alan Baumgarden gave us lots of time to get out of the chapel, so with the help of Deborah and Bob King, the move is complete. How nice to have room to spread out and see exactly what we have.

Les’ trip to South Dakota didn’t exactly go as planned. We have already given food to the Rose Bud Rez and this time the plan was to partner with Feed The Hungry to hand out food at five different locations on the Pine Ridge Rez, but the freakish weather put an end to that. When the roads on the reservation get wet or snowy, you can’t take a big rig on some of them because it will sink into the “miry clay”. Instead, we unloaded the truck at Mission, SD at the warehouse

PORTLAND, OREGON

of the Society of Indian Missions and the distribution will be carried out by John Bush. Praise God! The weather doesn’t hinder His plan. Later in the month Jeff and Sharee Phipps made a trip to the Spokane Reservation where the Garcia’s are pastoring. The 100 year old church used to be the hub of activity on this reservation, but since a Long House was built things changed. Charles intends to make his church the hub once again by having a clothes closet, soup kitchen, food bank, and library there. He has Wi-Fi in the church so that children can come and do their homework, people can watch TV, read Christian literature, or just have a peaceful spot to rest for a while. His plan also includes supplying people just out of rehab with a place to get started in

A note from the web-master: We have experienced a bit of difficulty with our computers due to the recent move. Please accept our apology for the quality of some pictures.

TWO TRUE STORIES THAT ARE WORTH READING

1. Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn’t famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder. Capone had a lawyer nicknamed “Easy Eddie”. He was Capone’s lawyer for a good reason; Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie’s skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time. To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends as well. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago city block.

Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him. Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld; price was no object. And despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was. Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn’t give his son—he couldn’t pass on a good name or a good example.

One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done. He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al “Scarface” Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this he would have to testify against the Mob. So, he testified. Within the year, Easy Eddie’s life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago street, but in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine. The poem read: “The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time, for the clock may soon be still”.

2. World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lt. Com. Butch O’Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific. One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission and after he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship. His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet. As he was returning to the ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American fleet. The American fighters were gone on a sortie and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn’t reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet, nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.

Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber’s blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes a possible until all his ammunition was finally spent. Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible, rendering them unfit to fly. Finally, the exasperated Japanese

squadron took off in another direction. Deeply relieved, Butch O’Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to

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the carrier. Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-

cameras mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch’s daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had, in fact, destroyed 5 enemy aircraft. This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became the Navy’s first Ace of World War II, and the first naval aviator to win the Medal of Honor. A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O’Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man. So, the next time you find yourself at O’Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch’s memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor; it’s located between Terminals 1 and 2.

Now, what do these two stories have to do with each other? Edward “Butch” O’Hare was Easy Eddie’s son.

A LACOTA PRAYER

(translated by Chief Yellow Lark in 1887)

Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds, Whose breath gives life to the world, hear me.

I come to You as one of Your many children. I am small and weak; I need Your strength and wisdom.

May I walk in beauty; make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.

Make my hands respect the things You have made and my ears sharp to Your voice.

Make me wise so that I may know the things You have taught your children.

The lessons You have written in every leaf and rock; make me strong-----!

Not to be superior to my brothers, but to fight my greatest enemy…myself.

Make me ever ready to come to You with straight eyes, so that when life fades as the fading sunset,

May my spirit come to You without shame.

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When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, when the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,

When the funds are low and the debts are high, and you want to smile, but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit, rest, if you must – but don’t you quit!

Life is odd, with its twists and turns, as everyone of us sometimes learns,

And many a failure turns about, when he might have won, had he stuck it out;

Don’t give up, though the pace seems slow – you might succeed with another blow.

Often, the goal is nearer than it seems to a faint and faltering man,

Often, the struggler has given up, when he might have captured the victor’s cup,

And he learned too late, when the night slipped down, how close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out – the silver tint of the clouds of doubt –

And you never can tell how close you are, it may be near when it seems afar;

So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit – it’s when things seem the worst that you mustn’t quit.

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