Where Would Annie Be Without People Like You?

Where Would Annie Be Without People Like You? Print E-mail

Annie’s Eskimo village is 400 miles from the nearest road. For many, a million miles from hope. Virtually every person there has been personally touched by the suicide or unnecessary death of a young person. Annie has been to so many funerals of people she loved. Her story is the story of countless Native young people—so much hurt, so much grieving, and so many mistakes caused by pain.

But hope came to Annie’s village one day—sent by friends like you. Hope came through a spiritual rescue team of young Native Americans called On Eagles’ Wings. One night during a Summer of Hope, Annie said, “Jesus, I’m Yours.” Even though she was painfully shy, the night she opened her heart to Jesus, she said, “Now I know what I want to do with my life—tell people about the Jesus I found tonight.” For the past two summers, Annie has been one of the young warriors you’ve helped send to many Native communities like hers. She’s a relentless rescuer of Native girls and training in Bible school to be a missionary to her people.

One night at Summer of Hope. One Native girl who was rescued. This one girl is rescuing one life at a time—lives you could probably never reach. But you can. Through her and through others like her.

Annie is just one of the thousands of Native young people you’ve helped rescue—over 4,000 in the last three Seasons of Hope. There’s a spiritual momentum that is propelling us to a whole new level of impact on Native young people. The explosive growth of On Eagles’ Wings has accelerated the timing of our rescue preparations and has made this month crucial for the harvest. That’s why I’m asking you to join me this month in igniting a great work of God in the weeks ahead.

The drumbeat of despair has never been louder for Native young people. The meth dealers hear it. The gang recruiters hear it. And Satan hears it the loudest. The first people of this continent survived every attempt to remove them. But this generation, tormented with the pain of all that’s been lost, is destroying itself. There are graves of young people on every reservation. Graves dug by the alcohol, the deadly drugs, the gang violence, and the suicide; four suicides to every one by the rest of America’s young people.

Something amazing happens when a team of spiritual warriors, representing about 25 Indian nations, shows up in Jesus’ name. Crowds of Native young people gather for sports, music, and Hope Stories. Many who thought Jesus was just the white man’s God embrace Him as their own Savior, because they’re introduced to Him by someone who’s lived their hopelessness. Now they can point them to Hope.
Behind every young warrior—behind every Annie—stands a caring partner like you whose love sent them there. By giving toward a Warrior Scholarship, you can make possible a month, a week, or a day of rescue through an On Eagles’ Wings warrior. That amount includes all it takes to prepare each reservation for the team’s outreach and follow-up and provide the training, transportation, lodging, food, Native Christian literature, and outreach events that make the harvest possible. The Summer of Hope doesn't begin in the summer—we’re fully engaged in Seasons of Hope throughout the year!

God is literally blowing the lid off RHM’s mission to Native America. More Native young people are wanting to come to the Warrior Leadership Summit conference than ever before. Teams are going to more reservations than ever before. More youth ministries are being born from the On Eagles’ Wings harvest than ever before. So, we need your help as we’ve never needed it before! Please open your heart to the great need to bring the Gospel to Native America.

A girl named Annie thought hope was a million miles away. Hope came to her village with an On Eagles’ Wings team. Today, she’s spreading Hope to many lives like hers. In the weeks to come, with your fervent prayer and your gifts of love, hope will come to many more “Annies.”

Please be part of the miracle.

Taking His hope where hope is so hard to find,

Ron Hutchcraft

 
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