A Day in the Communities of Pine Ridge
Please pray for our partner’s granddaughter, Dria, who is ill with an ear infection and strep throat. She has had a bad fever for a couple of days now and is on antibiotics. Due to this and the need for Grandma to stay with her and care for her, we have been flexible with our day schedules. All has worked out perfectly and our days are full of blessings and opportunities for service and ministry. Flexibility is crucial on any mission trip.
We have been working the past two days at the Dream Center – painting, trimming, assembling furniture, mudding, sanding, etc. There is never a shortage of work. This morning, I took the women to the Lakota Historical Center at the Oglala Lakota College in Kyle, South Dakota. We always bring the teams to this center so that they can experience the history of the Lakota people. We returned for lunch and to pick up Jeff who worked on mudding during the morning.
The entire team spent the afternoon driving to the different communities on Pine Ridge. We spent some brief time at the Wounded Knee Massacre Site and Cemetery. We drove through the communities of Evergreen, Porcupine, Wounded Knee, Pine Ridge and Manderson so that the team could see the scope of Wings as Eagles Ministry and also see a glimpse of the conditions on the reservation. It is always eye-opening to see the living conditions for so many. And these drives are just glimpses of the outside. Life is hard here – very hard.
We made a deliberate trip to White Clay, Nebraska – the southern most point of the reservation and White Clay is just across the border – which is why they can sell alcohol there. It has a population of 14 yet has the highest grossing sale of alcohol in all of Nebraska!! White Clay breaks my heart. We pulled into the street where for two blocks everything happens and immediately you see 40-50 Lakota sitting alongside the road or standing outside the buildings – most are drunk and stay that way most of the day and night. They sleep and die in the fields by that road. We made around 55 bags with nutrition bars, soap and a washrag to hand out along with a bottle of water. As soon as the team stepped outside the van, the people began to gather asking for what we had. Some took them and left. Many others gathered and talked, uninhibited by the alcohol in their systems. They told jokes and stories. They asked our names. They told about serving in the military and how they still have nightmares. They asked us to pray a blessing over them so we prayed with them and a couple of the men bowed on one knee as we prayed. And then after the amen, they said “Thank you” in Lakota. We had two women who asked for prayer for their brothers – John and Bret. Will you join us in prayer for them? I don’t know what John’s story was but I know Bret had been pulled from the fields a few days before, taken to Rapid City and then flown to Denver. They asked us to have Bible Study with them but we had to move on to the rest of our schedule but promised to share that with our partners. It is a common request from them.
I can’t really put into words what we feel when we visit White Clay. Heartbreak. Brokenness. Extreme guilt and grief. These just barely cover it. To look these men and women in the eye, to smell the stench of urine and alcohol, to hear their pain and hopelessness in their words, to imagine them walking out to the fields in a drunken stupor as night comes with no option but to repeat it all the next day. It all just kills us and we drive away in tears, thanking God that He allowed us to hold them in until we drove away knowing the last thing they need is our tears. They need our respect and our appreciation for their service to our country. They need our humility and compassion as equals and children of God. They need our love shown through word and actions as share names and handshakes and listen to their stories. They need the hope of Christ Jesus who came to set us all free from our sin and from our addictions. Please pray for Reggie, Jacob, Carla, Rudolph, and the many other men and women whose names we don’t know but whose faces will remain in our hearts and minds.







