We have been going strong at Hilltop Christian School since August 10th. The Lord brought teachers for our staff this fall. Our new 6th grade teacher is a young man from Colorado, who graduated from the School of Mines. His parents were missionaries in Russia, so he has a real heart for the ministry and for teaching the Word of God. Our 4th grade teacher is a woman who raised her children here on the Rez, and who has been a faithful substitute for many years for us. She is a gifted teacher, and we are glad to have her on board full time.
We still are waiting for a Principal. Our Across Nations Director’s wife is filling in the position as interim. She is doing a great job. She brings competence and joy to the staff. But she already was busy with other things, so we’re expecting just the right person to be sent to us soon. Thank you for your specific prayers.
We have smallish classes. I have 9 first graders, and he has 8 third graders. We are looking forward to a good year with these students.
We attended an event last weekend -- the Ground Breaking Ceremony for the National Code Talkers Museum right here in Tse Bonito. We enjoyed the speeches honoring the Code Talkers and others who represent our country in the armed services. https://www.nationalnavajocodetalkersday.com/navajo-code-talkers-museum
Across Nations is also celebrating its 85th year at the end of this month. This is going to be a wonderful memorial to the Lord’s faithfulness and goodness throughout the years. Many of The Navajo Nation’s people still see Christianity lumped in the Western Colonization, and are continuing to believe in the traditional religion and superstitions. A friend of ours wrote a poem, which I will share below.
Here on the Navajo Nation, we get more rain in the summer than in the spring. We call it monsoon. It has rained nearly every day since July. The desert has turned into a lush green, flowery garden. We don’t have blazing heat, like they do in Phoenix, so our days are beautiful right now. We have some gorgeous photos of the wildflowers.
No growth is in sight.
The ground thirsts for water
‘Neath unrelenting light.
Yet, then the rain tumbles;
The ground drinks its fill.
New life resurrected,
Sleeping seeds sprout with thrill.
The rain just keeps coming;
The land bursts with new hues.
The flowers are blooming
With joy, earth renews.
The desert is covered;
Revival has won!
The land is at rest
Under mild summer sun.
Yet, despite the new growth,
The souls in this land
Still lie dormant or dead
The souls of the people
Lie dead, as in night.
Do they thirst for water
And heavenly light?
These seeds we have planted
Dwell dormant in hearts.
Oh, Lord, send the rain,
A revival must start!
Wash these dry hearts and lives
With the waters of Truth.
Let them drink in God’s Word,
So seeds sprout a new birth.
And just like the land,
We plead Spiritual growth.
We praise You for one,
But we long to have both.
Send Laborers, Dear God,
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And water the harvest
For those in sin’s roil.
I desire these dear hearts
To look just like these flowers --
Growing and flourishing
And basking in showers.
By: Joy
