Velma is from Goodfish Lake, Alberta. It was a hard life, but it was good. She grew up in a log house and lived off the land. They had wild meat, a garden, cows, and chickens. “We all had to work to survive.” Her mother kept things going at home and had a significant impact on Velma’s life.

Growing up in the village can be difficult. There are many influences that can bring a person down. That could have been George’s story… but it wasn’t. Listen as he shares how he was able to rise above the darkness.

No one feels the pain more than a loving parent when their child dies. Wes didn’t know that when his son walked out the door that day that he would never come home. That evening he found out that his son had died in a fiery crash. Wes shares how they made it through this tragedy.

Wes had gotten sick. No one could figure out what was wrong… and it went on and on. Relatives began to wonder if Indian medicine was involved. More than his physical illness though, Wes had a spiritual sickness… and it’s consequences were far greater than his poor health.

Don was born on the Tuscarora reservation in New York. His parents split up when he was young and for a time ended up living off the reservation when his mother remarried. As you’ll hear, those were interesting days. But the most significant event of his life took place at camp.

A miracle happened the day that Gary met the Lord. Everything changed. Some might say that he chose the whiteman’s religion. Gary says no. Jesus came for all people. The change that came into his life, and the life of his family – is pretty challenging evidence to ignore.

Gary recorded this testimony in 2013 shortly after he was told he only had weeks to live. Gary’s faith in Jesus is unwavering. And when you hear how he came to that faith, you will understand why.  BTW, the doctor was wrong.

“Ten horse is not fast enough for going, 22 foot long wooden boat”, Sam said as he recalled the moments after his side had been laid open by a shotgun blast. When your injury is life-threatening, things like that seem to matter more.

I born Cup’ik, real Eskimo. I didn’t born in the spring but I born at grass. No, no spring brat. Sod house, and my blanket is all those grasses put together, and those are my mattress.