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A new year, A new decade


January 1, 2010


Dear Kenneth R,



An Old Book ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It is the first day of a new decade.  Today I discovered a big box of old books that had until now escaped my investigation.  The contents probably were retrieved from my parent’s attic after dad died thirteen years ago, and were stowed away for later perusal.  Nearly all are around a hundred years old.  Among the dusty and brittle volumes was a story book, “Father Goosey Gander”.   Likely my mother’s first book, it was signed by my Grandmother on December 25, 1913.  Mom was six and a half years old.  It is the first time I have seen my Grandmother’s signature.  She passed away not many years later.

Old schoolbooks and even a couple of volumes belonging to my dad, whose rural childhood poverty only allowed him three years of formal education, are a treasure-trove of heritage.   But especially important to me personally is one book that is “only” fifty-five years old.  It is written by B. Frank Belvin, an Indian pastor/missionary.  The book is a story in itself.

Ever since God called Thurleen and me to be missionaries to Tohono O’odham Indians in the Arizona desert, I have remembered a story and retold it many times.  It seems that when I was about eleven, a missionary visited our church and told of his work with Arizona Indians.  I never forgot it.  That also was the year that I received Christ as my Savior, an event of eternal dimensions.  Belvin’s book, “the Tribes Go Up” tells of Southern Baptist pioneering missions to Native Americans all over the United States up until 1955.

Pastor Belvin concludes the book, telling a gripping story about a Papago (now Tohono O’odham) Indian called Whirling Thunder.  I believe that he used “Indian” names in place of their common names.

The story goes:

Whirling Thunder lay on his deathbed.  His body was wracked with pain.  The arms, once strong to pull the bowstring, had wasted away.  His dark brown eyes, once keen like the eagle’s, looked into eternity and only saw darkness.

“What will become of my soul?” he muttered.  “Won’t somebody come and tell me what to do with my soul?  It is all dark out there.”

Little Flower, his wife, moved close.  She bent over the frail form that was once a strong brave.  The strength of youth had fled and the tracks of pain dug deep into his brown face.  Her eyes were filled and her heart fluttered as if pierced by a hunter’s well-aimed arrow as she heard him gasp again,

“What will become of my soul?  It is dark out there.”

So, without hearing the plan of salvation, Whirling Thunder passed away begging,

“Won’t somebody come and tell me what to do with my soul?”

The overworked missionary heard of his request too late.  But he did help make the simple little coffin and prepare the grave in the cactus field not far from the hills.  Then he told the story of Jesus and the plan of salvation to the sorrowing Little Flower.  A flicker of hope rushed across her face.  In passing, it seemed to say,

“This is what Whirling Thunder wanted.”

Now Jesus is in her heart, where once her burden tore like an eagle’s claw at the tendons of his prey.  And now as she weaves in and out of the cacti she tells of the peace that has come to stay.  The Little Flower regrets only that her warrior fell begging for someone to tell him what to do with his soul.

After such tragedies the missionaries will not be the same.  They never are, for the tragedies among their people pile themselves one upon the other like the snows upon Hermon.  They make their mark upon God’s servants, who are all things to all men that they might save some.  Servants, sensitive to the needs of bewildered humanity, shoulder the people’s burdens as though they were their own and walk side by side with the sons of the desert.

The missionaries still ride the winding desert roads and climb the dusty mountain trails.  Sometimes they pause in the high places.  From these unobstructed vantage points they can see village after village where the message has not been told.  To most people there would be seeming silence.  But to the sensitive ears of the desert missionary there is the voice of the wind as it plays on the organ-pipe cactus.  Always it seems to say,

“It is dark out there.  Why doesn’t someone come and tell me what to do with my soul?”

Last year (five or six decades later), I saw the same “Flicker of hope rush across the face” of an Indian woman in the same desert, not long before she died.   This time the missionary was able to get there in time.






If God has called you to go into all of the world, He will provide the resources.  But if you cannot go, you can partner in prayer and in funding with those who can go. 

A gift of any size will be helpful, one time, or monthly. 

As a monthly supporting partner of kTb Ministries, you have a role equally important with those who make the sacrifices of a missionary on the mission field.  Thurleen and I cannot fully express our gratefulness for our partners who have stood with us faithfully, month after month.  Won’t you join with us with a donation to bring the Gospel to more Native Americans?

We do not criticize other ministries for using certain strategies to raise funds.  But we do not have books, music, or token gifts to entice you.  All we have to offer, is, in the words of the Apostle Paul,
Not that I seek the gift, but I seek the fruit that abounds to your account
Philippians 4:17 (NKJV).

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Volume 9  Issue 6 October 30,2009
In This Issue
What is MSC ?
Commissioning Celebration
Don’t be Afraid
The Widow & the Prophet
The Widow & the Prophet
The Widow & the Prophet

What is MSC ?
Mission Service Corps (MSC) Missionaries serve in many of the same mission roles as Career Missionaries.  They do not receive salary and benefits from NAMB, but do receive support through training and placement services.  Before appointment, MSC candidates are screened through the same process as Career Missionaries. 




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Thurleen and Ken BainKen and Thurleen Bain, Mission Service Corps missionaries were in Denver, Colorado recently to participate in the North American Mission Board’s tri-annual Commissioning Celebration. 
The missionary equiping week consisted of in-depth training, networking, Holy Spirit led worship and fellowship.  The culmination of the week was the impressive spiritual Commissioning Celepration held at Applewood Baptist Church.  The Bain’s were approved and appointed last year and actually have been on the field of their calling since 2007.


by Pastor Mark Minor 

To the young Jewish virgin who felt something inexplicable stirring in her womb, the word came…don’t be afraid.
To the confused fiancé of Mary, the word came…don’t be afraid.
To the unexpecting shepherds encountering a choir of mighty angels hovering over their flocks by night, the word came…do not be afraid.
To the trembling fishermen whose nets hours ago were totally empty but now in dan­ger of swamping the boat, such was the measure of the catch, the word came…don’t be afraid.
To the cowering disciples on the stormy seas, the word came…don’t be afraid.
To the 12 disciples, confronted by the crowds, ridiculed by the religious intellectuals who scoffed at the claims of this carpenter they had left all to follow, the word came…don’t be afraid.
To the watchman of the boat who saw a ghost of death instead of a gravity defying, water walking Savior, the word came…don’t be afraid.
To the most favored trio of the Messiah who fell to their face on that Transfiguration mountaintop after hearing the very voice of God, the word came…don’t be afraid.
To both Marys, and Salome, who came that most blessed of all mornings to tend to the dead body of a crucified Jesus, the word came…don’t be afraid.
To the disbelieving disciples hiding out in the upper room for fear that the Romans would kill them too, the word came… do not be afraid.
To the synagogue ruler Jairus, when the reporters came saying ‘it’s all over’ for your daughter, ‘it’s too late’, ‘give it up’- the word came…do not be afraid.
To followers who would someday be brought before governors and kings as a testimony to the world, the word came…don’t be afraid.
To the perplexed disciples as Jesus explains his soon coming death on the cross, the word came…don’t be afraid.
To the missionaries chained in foreign prison cells, the word came…don’t be afraid.
To John the Revelator, who in prison exile on Patmos island, beheld the full radiance of the glorified Jesus, the word came…don’t be afraid.
To every believer who holds to the faith and name of Jesus, from the Spirit of Christ, the word has come…
Don’t be afraid.



by Thurleen Bain 

The prophet had delivered his message, and now sat in hiding by the brook in the Cherith Ravine. Twice a day ravens brought his bread and meat.  When thirsty, he drank from the brook.   When the brook dried up, the Lord sent him to a widow in Zarephath for subsistence.
“Say What?  You want me to go where?  To a widow?  Lord don’t you know that there is a drought that I prophesied?”  No.  Elijah didn’t argue, instead he obeyed God.  When he met up with the widow, he asked her for a little water and some bread.   She told him that she had no bread, only a little flour in a jar and a little oil in a jug.  She was going home to build a fire and make a final meal for herself and her son, so that they could eat it and die.
The widow knew her dire circumstances, and yet, when Elijah told her to not be afraid; to go home and do what she planned, but first to make him a small cake of bread from what she had left.  Then make something for herself and her son.  Elijah gave her a message from the Lord God of Israel, “The jar of flour will not be used up and the jug of oil will not run dry until the day the Lord gives rain on the land.”
The widow put aside her very real circumstances and did what the prophet said.  The result was that the flour and oil never ran out and she was able to feed her family — and God’s prophet until the rain came.  [1 Kings 17]

Why would God send his man to take food from a poor widow?  Her obedience in giving was God’s provision for not only her, but also her family and the prophet.

When Jesus sent out the seventy missionaries, he told them to not take any provisions.  In the Luke 10 account, the focus is usually, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few.” [v 2] How often we overlook His further instruction, “…for the laborer is worthy of his hire.” [v 7]

May flour always be in your jar and your oil always flow.




“A missionary is a person who, in response to God’s call and gifting, leaves his or her comfort zone and crosses cultural, geographic or other barriers to proclaim the gospel and live out a Christian witness in obedience to the Great Commission.”
North American Mission Board and the International Mission Board.

Bain’s making quick unscheduled trip to mission field 

in response to the leadership of the still small voice, and feeling the need to touch base with the Hikiwan Body of Believers, the Bain’s have booked airline tickets to Tucson on November 7th.  While there, they will also attend the Arizona State Convention and a MSC retreat, both in Tucson.
PRAYER REQUEST:  That this trip will connect the Bain’s with an area church or ministry that will receive God’s calling to assist with Youth events and/or Kid’s Church at Christ Fellowship Community Church at Hikiwan.
PRAYER REQUEST:   That the Holy Spirit will coalesce the developing band of believers at San Lucy into a New Testament Church.
PRAYER REQUEST:   Funding for the left-over summer utility bills at the church resulting from mission teams as well as the Bain’s being on site during weeks of 115 degree heat.  Utilities are very expensive on the reservation.  Several payments have been made toward the bill, but at this time, there are several hundred dollars outstanding.


Except for the precious Native American believers who “…Have Decided to Follow Jesus…(with)  No Turning Back”, no other people are as important to the ministry that God has called us to than you who are our partners.
    It’s better to have a partner than go it alone…     But if there’s no one to help, tough!      By yourself you’re unprotected.  With a friend you can face the worst.   Can you round up a third?  A three-stranded rope isn’t easily snapped. 
From Ecclesiastes  4:9-12  (The Message)

If you are among the special friends who have been our financial partners from the begining, or if you have recently begun supporting us in our labors for the Lord’s work, thank you sincerely. Though there are always needs and opportunities that we experience weekly, somehow by your prayers God has multiplied your gifts so that we could keep going.

Some of you have been meaning to start sending support on a monthly basis.  Let me encourage you to begin now.  Time is short and the harvest is ripe.  Don’t miss the blessing of being part of extending the Gospel to a whole nation of Native Americans.
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Ken and Thurleen Bain
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