My name is Buster Beatty. My home is here on the Fort Apache Indian Reservation in the White Mountains of Arizona. I want to share my story with you. I believe that every human being is born for a reason and that there is a purpose for each of our lives that is planned by our Creator.
When Faith Leads Through Fire
My home is the small community of Cibecue on the Fort Apache Reservation. Our White Mountain Apache people have lived here for many generations. We still speak our language.
No More Wandering
My name is Joyce Becenti. I was born in Crownpoint, New Mexico. I am Navajo belonging to the Sagebrush Hill Clan and am born for Standing House. I’m not young anymore, and I’ve experienced a lot in my life.
Manteniéndose Firme En Las Batallas De La Vida
Me llamo Rhonda Juarez. Soy de Antlers, Oklahoma. Soy miembro de la Nación Choctaw de Oklahoma. Siempre he amado la tierra de mi pueblo Choctaw, donde la tierra es verde.
Un Mañana Lleno De Esperanza
Era el invierno de 1979. Mi esposa Kathy y yo estábamos regocijándonos por el nacimiento de nuestro primer hijo. Lo llamamos Nathaniel Ara Ross.
Un Prisionero Apache Encuentra Libertad
Nací en la reserva Apache de San Carlos en Arizona. Mis padres me criaron en las formas tradicionales de nuestro pueblo apache, y adorábamos en un lugar que llamábamos “tierra santa”.
Look to the Hills
Daagot’ee! My name is Pastor Leroy Elgo. I was born and raised on the San Carlos Apache Reservation.
Standing Firm in Life’s Battles
My name is Rhonda Juarez. I am from Antlers, Oklahoma. I am a member of the Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma. I have always loved the land of my Choctaw people, where the land is green.
Out of the Darkness
My name is Jasper K. Jones, and I am from the San Carlos Apache Reservation in Arizona. I was born on May 6th, 1941, in a small community called “Farm Station” in Upper Peridot.
The Lord is My Helper
My name is Naomi Colelay. I’ve lived on the White Mountain Apache Reservation all my life. As a child, I had both parents in the home.
Transformed
I am a living story of generations transformed by hand of God. The journey begins in 1780’s when the Queen Ann of England built the first Chapel for the indigenous peoples of Canada known as “The Mohawk Chapel.”
I Should Be Dead
Before I became a Christian, I was wild and didn’t respect myself or anyone else. I was a pretty ignorant person. I had begun drinking and smoking heavily at a young age.
Finding the One True God
I am happy to share my testimony (Revelation 12:11), to give all the Glory, Honor, Power, and Praise, in the name of Jesus, to my Lord my God. I am Apache from the San Carlos Apache Reservation in Arizona.
Story Telling & Nature
Spiritual lessons in life that come from nature are immensely powerful because nature is all around us and they point us to Jesus.
Finding Purpose in the Storms
Storms and trials are part of the human experience on this earth. It has been said that you are either just entering a storm, enduring a storm, or just coming out of a storm.
Anchor for the Soul
I come from a family with a long history of military service. My father was a WWI veteran with the U.S. Army (17th Cavalry) under Commander Lieutenant Patton. My brothers were in WWII and the Korean War respectively. My Uncle James Maloney was a WWII Navajo Code Talker with the U.S. Marines.
The Blessed Life
My name is Merritt Youngdeer. I’m a member of the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians in Cherokee, North Carolina. My grandparents, like many tribal members from all across our country, attended Carlisle Indian Boarding School.
My Call of Duty
I grew up greatly admiring all those who have served in the Armed Forces. I knew that many Native Americans (including my father and uncles) had served this country with distinct honor and fulfilled their call of duty.
Recounting God’s Blessings
I am a member of the Choctaw Nation. Our Nation is headquartered in Durant, Oklahoma, and is the country’s third largest tribe. I want to take this opportunity to share with you what God has done in my life. When I was fifteen years old, I had been attending a Bible study for teens on a military base near my home.
No Turning Back
The year was 1934, and I was six months old. My father, mother, and I lived in a small settlement in the foothills of the mountains 100 miles northwest of San Carlos. Our home was a wickiup that my father had built for us.
A Navajo Code Talker’s Most Important Message
My name is Roy Hawthorne. I am a proud member of the Navajo Nation. I am honored to have served my country through my military service in both World War II and the Korean War. I volunteered to serve in an elite group known as the Navajo Code Talkers.
Keeping Pure!
In Psalm 119:9 we see a question posed by the Psalmist: “Wherewithal shall a young man cleanse his way?” Is it important to stay pure? How can we stay pure in an impure world?
Which Road Are You On?
Life wasn’t easy for me. There were temptations and troubles in my home. There were tears and sorrows in my heart, and my pride was very hurt by my failures. But I tried to keep faith in the Indian religion of my fathers.
God’s Pathway to Freedom
The Christian life is a battleground. Even though we are forgiven by God’s grace, we are still prone to yield to our sinful nature. As Christians, we do not have to continue living in sin, because through the power of the indwelling Holy Spirit, we can live victorious over self-destruction!
Are You A Peacemaker?
God’s way of handling strife goes against what the world says. The world tells us to get even. With God’s help, let’s be peacemakers!
Perseguido Por La Esperanza
A los 24 años, me paré en un tribunal frente a mi octavo cargo de delito. Miré fijamente en el piso mientras el estado de Texas decidía mi sentencia de 20 años de prisión por falsificar miles de recetas para obtener medicamentos.
Pursued by Hope
I stood before the judge as a desperate 24-year-old, overwhelmed by the consequences of my life choices. I felt completely defeated by addiction, and the word “hope” had no meaning in my life. All of society’s efforts to reform me had failed.
El Ancla para Tu Alma
En la madrugada del 18 de Marzo de 1990, unos ladrones disfrazados de policías entraron en un museo de Boston, Massachusetts en los Estados Unidos.
¿Hacia dónde nos lleva la tecnología?
En los años cincuenta algunos científicos de los Estados Unidos conectaron una computadora con otra para compartir la información. Dentro de unas décadas, millones de computadoras se habían conectado, resultando en un nuevo mar de información.
