May Newsletter, 2016 Rick Mcpherson
This month’s newsletter is a little different. We are featuring a YouTube video that we shot in our store, LOW PRICES. Many of you know that the store is a revenue stream that helps fund this ministry. We serve many minorities in the community providing groceries, fresh produce, bread, dairy products, canned goods, clothing, furniture and household supplies…we even have piñatas!
Over the years we have developed a loyal customer base that shop at the store and help us help Native Americans. So, today we’re showing you the real deal and hope you not only enjoy the video, but will also tell your family, friends and church members who live in the area to come on by and buy! You’ll be glad you did and so will we. Here’s the store address and YouTube address…
LOW PRICES STORE, 20012 SE STARK STREET, PORTLAND, OR, (503) 674-0111
Please accept our sincere thanks for your ongoing financial support. Your faithful gifts each month help us greatly. You can use the enclosed envelope at your convenience or go to our website: www.pacificnwoutreach.org and use the secure PayPal link. And, thanks for praying for us as we serve Native Americans.
April Newsletter, 2016 Rick Mcpherson
Last week our family visited Disneyland for Spring Break. It was incredible! I kept thinking this place is beyond description. The lights, the sounds, the characters, the costuming, facilities, rides, stores, restaurants, parades and ambience are spectacular. Not only were Mickey and Minnie available for photos but Goofy took time to pose with us, too. I thought that was impressive until Chip and Dale came by our table at breakfast. Then we bumped into Chewbacca and the Bounty Hunter and of course, had our pictures taken. It’s not every day that a 7’ 3” Star Wars character puts his arm around your shoulder!
When we entered the park, I noticed the words of Walt Disney on the sign,
“Here you leave today and enter the world
of yesterday, tomorrow and fantasy.”
You can’t help but be impressed by the creative genius of this man and the entertainment empire that he has built. It’s no wonder they’ve titled it, “The Happiest Place on Earth!”
But the words of that sign keep rolling through my head…leave today…enter the world of yesterday…tomorrow…and fantasy. Wouldn’t it be nice if that was reality? Imagine, leave today! Live in the past! Jump into tomorrow! Fulfill your fantasy! Wee!
Now that we’re back home and our feet and legs have healed and the equilibrium is somewhat normal, life goes on. Our “today” is filled with the work of this ministry as we help Native Americans both physically and spiritually. You see for most Natives, today is filled with the challenges of alcoholism, health concerns, violence, suicide and drug addiction. They do not have the option of “leaving.”
But let me be quick to add that your help is making a difference in the lives of Native Americans. When you pray for this ministry and help financially, we are able to encourage and bless them with truckloads of groceries, clothes, boots, and household items that express the love of God in a very tangible way. Most importantly we are able to deliver the good news of the Gospel message and tell the story of Jesus as our Savior. And, that’s no fairy tale.
We are now approaching the nice weather months when we can travel and visit the Reservations for Pow Wows and Camp Meetings. Will you help? Please take a minute to write a check or go the Pay Pal link on our website: www.pacificnwoutreach.org and make a contribution to help Native Americans with their, “today.” Your gift, whether large or small, will make a difference.
On behalf of Mickey, Minnie, Goofy and all the gang here at Pacific NW Outreach…thank you!
March Newsletter, 2016 Rick Mcpherson
Every week our youngest grandson is required to write a report of what happened in his third grade class. The report is addressed to someone in the family who reads it, then responds with comments before it is returned to his teacher. To my great delight many of those reports are sent to me. Of course, every one of them is cherished, carefully inserted into a plastic page protector, snapped into a three-ring binder and saved forever. All of the misspelled words, sentence fragments, bad grammar and unknown stuff are there for me to enjoy. Each page has two rows of “x’s and o’s” at the very bottom and, “Love, Will.” Priceless!
Here at Pacific NW Outreach Inc., we’re also asked to write reports. Annually we present those reports to our Board of Directors for their review. The ministry trips, miles driven, sermons preached, services conducted, Pow Wows attended and financial information for the mission are presented. Most importantly, there will be reports of groceries, household supplies, boots, clothing and Bibles that have been delivered to Native Americans on Reservations across the country.
We all need to be reminded of what‘s been done and be thankful for another year of ministry. However, the lives of children and adults who have been positively affected are infinitely more important than the statistics. Every statistic points to a life that has been exposed to God’s love, acceptance and forgiveness represented in the work of this ministry.
To illustrate this, let me share a short story that happened on the Quinault Reservation in Washington State, recently. I was standing on the porch watching the forklift operator unload our truck. A woman to my right said softly, “You’ll never know what these things mean to our people.”
“Tell me,” I said.
“Many do not have a blanket or mattress to sleep on,” she explained.
“When you deliver these items to us, to be given away for free, it shows love for our people.”
She could not have said anything more important … love for our people.
Driving home, I was reminded of the passage in the Bible about the hungry, the thirsty, the strangers, the naked, the sick and the prisoners. And Jesus said,
“…inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.” (St. Matthew 25:40)
For any of us it’s possible to get confused with all of the reports and statistics that bombard us every day. But to cut through all of that and know …”love for our people” … is shining through; well, does it get any better? I think, Will, would agree.
The nature of our work involves heavy equipment. Big trucks, trailers, fork-lifts and heavy pay-loads are all a part of what we do. Taking donated groceries, household supplies, boots, winter coats, hats and gloves and pallets of Bibles and books to distant Native American reservations across the country requires transportation. We burn lots of diesel fuel, wear the tread off tires and travel thousands of miles to accomplish our mission. We depend on the physical part of our work to open the door for the spiritual. Once the door opens we can deliver the truth of God’s love, acceptance and forgiveness. It is not only a Biblical plan, it is a successful one.
Having been with the mission for over ten years, I have logged thousands of miles behind the wheel and visited Reservations from the Dakotas to the Pacific Ocean. Looking back through my log book I can recall some near-death experiences. One time I fell asleep at the wheel at 3:00 AM driving westbound on I-84 at mile marker 95 adjacent to the Columbia River. Another time I was southbound on Hwy. 95 in Idaho descending the White Bird Pass. Both times I was thankful for the guardian angels that did their work and saved my life.
We have always made it a practice to pray before every truck trip. If you think this is perfunctory, you’ve never jockeyed a big rig down the Interstate. So, when Doc and Don and I finished the load we closed the big doors, held hands and prayed. Little did I know what lay ahead.
As is normal in wintertime weather, it was raining hard when I left. After my stop for coffee in Chehalis I made the turn to Hwy 12, westbound through Rochester to Oakville and on to Aberdeen. The highway is just two lanes and has old-fashioned steel bridges with arches on both sides. The guard-rails at the entrance and exit of the bridges end at the bottom of the arches. The distance between the arches is for normal traffic. But what was to happen in a matter of seconds was not normal. My wipers were set on intermittent and as the glass cleared I saw a pilot pickup truck with a “Wide Load” banner across the front bumper.
Immediately I saw a semi pulling a flat-bed trailer with the treads of a large excavator protruding past the sides of the truck… and, the bridge. There simply was not room for the two of us to pass each other. My first thought was, “this is it … I’m going to die!”
I’m now convinced that those same guardian angels were on duty that day and they have the ability to shrink and expand steel. Whatever they did, they did it right. My life was saved.
You’ve often heard me say that the best thing you can do for me and for this ministry is to pray. So, thank you to the many people who have been faithful in asking the Lord to protect us. I know I felt the effects of your prayers on that rainy day on Hwy 12, westbound for Aberdeen.
*bought the farm…buy the farm…idioms that were used in military context for soldiers who lost their lives in battle and the proceeds from life insurance policies were used to pay the mortgages on family farms.