As I drove into Swan City a barren Indian Reservation, I came to realize how forgotten the Indians are. Indians are forgotten as fast as a car in the Indy races. I notice on the barren hillside stands a long-forgotten brick building that has given way to centuries of neglect. As I look around the building I feel as if I just entered into the movie Children of the Corn. Nothing moving but a cold …showed first 75 words of 638 total…

…showed last 75 words of 638 total…can be restored to become a little better, day after day. Not all the chapel walls and floors that are polished will shine as brightly before. The storage room will still have a faint mustiness, and a few stray creatures may venture in. But the chapel can be a wonderful, grand place of peace as if we put time and effort in helping the Indians on their land, their home will be a sweet place.