ForeverMissed
Wesley Llewellyn King joyfully went home to the welcoming arms of Jesus, his Lord and Savior, on Sunday, March 21, 2021.
       *Note - We (Amy, Todd, Dale, and Lindy) would like this memorial to serve as a platform in remembering both of our parents, equal servants for Christ, who     
        are together in Heaven with Jesus!


Wes was born on April 21,1942, in Delta, Colorado, to Emmett Dale King and Ruth Eileen Gillespie King. He married Brenda Lee Rupp on August 16, 1963. They had four children: Amy (Sjon) Clemons, Todd (Julee) King, Dale (Carrie) King, and Lindy (Willy) Böhmer. Brenda preceded Wes in death on April 5, 2004. Wes married Donna Smith King on March 28, 2008.

Wes is survived by his wife Donna, his four children, and by ten grandchildren: Sharaya, Reuben, Amy, Gideon, Jonah, Jacob, Jesse, Eva, Declan, and Beatrice. Additionally, he's survived by four great grandchildren, some step-children and grandchildren, a sister - Arlene Kusek, and two brothers - Lynn (Suz) King and GW (Cheryl) King. Wes was also preceded in death by his parents and two brothers, Arlan and Laverne. Wes was buried in Baños, Ecuador, beside Brenda.

While he will be deeply missed, we anticipate seeing him again someday in Heaven!!

Posted by Mark Watkins on April 8, 2021
While sitting in the Hot Springs in Banos, Ecuador 12 years ago, my wife overheard a man talking to some guys about being from Colorado (where we are from). After chatting awhile with these guys, this man turned to my wife (Sandi) and asked where she was from. When she replied, "Colorado Springs", a special friendship was started. This "stranger" and his wife (Wes and Donna) invited Sandi over to their home that night for hamburgers. Sandi learned about how Wes ended up in Ecuador, the missions work taking place at El Dulce Refugio and how the love of the Lord and the saving knowledge of Jesus was spreading throughout their small community.

Upon returning home, Sandi told me about her experience with this doctor and the orphaned boys they had taken in off "the streets" and were caring for. Knowing that I am interested in this type of ministry, she suggested I get in contact with this doctor and his wife to see how I might be able to help with their ministry. I ended up making a trip to Banos to meet Wes, Donna and the boys of El Dulce Refugio and see firsthand what incredible miracles were taking place there. In fact, I have made 4 trips to the Kings' home and each trip was full of fun, friendship, work, and experiencing the presence of God that can only be explained as miraculous. I have learned so much from Wes, the least of which is trusting in God and finding the glory of God in everything we do.

Wes lived his life with God's command to "Love one another" as his guiding principal. He welcomed strangers, he was generous, kind, and compassionate, and had very corny jokes/humor to share. There is no doubt in our minds that upon entering heaven and being introduced to Jesus, our Lord and Savior, Wes was told unequivocally "Well done, good and faithful servant". Yes, Wes will be missed on this earth, but our prayer for all of Gods children is that we will "finish the race" strong as Wes did. We look forward to seeing Wes again and spending eternity with our brother and friend.

Mark and Sandi Watkins- Colorado Springs
Posted by Ken Schneck on April 7, 2021
This is an addendum/correction to my March 25 tribute. I was reminded (complete with photographic proof) that dear Lindy was present at her mother's funeral! She has forgiven me for this memory lapse. Still covering Amy, Todd, Dale, Lindy and families with prayer. "When we all see Jesus, we'll sing and shout the Victory!"
Posted by Audrey Hendrikson on April 6, 2021
Ten years ago I made a trip to the beautiful country of Ecuador to be "interviewed" for a teaching position in an orphanage full of obnoxious boys. I fell in love with the boys, hit it off right away with the man, and I have never looked back. Wes King changed my life forever and for the better.

You are in no more pain Doc. You now know perfection. We who are still here know the pain of having to let you go. As God opened up the gates for you this morning, we could almost hear him say.....
"Well done, good and faithful servant".

RIP Wes. We will all be missing you and loving you!!!
Posted by Virginia Reese on April 6, 2021
Met this precious couple in 1998 in Florence, Oregon. We were invited to their home for lunch after church. Little did we know that God was giving us lifelong friends. After lunch we gathered around the organ and piano and we sang until dark. They insisted we stay for dinner. We began singing again and it was waaaay into the night when we went home overflowing with thanksgiving for our new friends. Later on we went as missionaries to Japan and they went to Ecuador. Our love continued as we prayed for each other and encouraged each other through email. What a privilege to experience the love of God through these beautiful people. Brenda and Wes, we will always love you.
Posted by Stephanie Shropshire on April 5, 2021
This memorial is such a beautiful tribute to a beautiful life lived for The Lord and his family. I have such wonderful memories of singing around the piano, Ponape(Pohnpei) trip & always so much laughter and wit. I count myself privileged to have known you all. So sorry for your loss yet happy he is Home. Love and prayers to you all.
Posted by Larry Kinsel on March 29, 2021
My story goes back to Sept, 1960 when Wes and I started for California where we would both be Freshmen at Pasadena College. We left Delta and before we reached our first town I ask Wes to stop because I had to go to the bathroom. He told me that He was not going to stop and I had to hold it. Well, as many of may you know, I did not have holding power, and if you do not stop, I will go on the floorboard of the car. Well, I guess I was convincing enough, so, He stopped. 

We arrived in Pasadena where we spent the night with Arlene, His sister. We awoke in the morning with our lungs feeling heavy because of the smog. As the story goes, the window was open and we heard the coughing of all the birds.

Wes and I were roommates our Freshman year. Well, if you know Wes, He was quite a teaser. So, our first few weeks we enjoyed several water balloon exercises with the other dorms, stuffing one of the students room with paper, and many other extra curricular fun times.

Wesley was my Dear, Dear friend and cousin, always willing to help in school curriculum. I needed all the help that could get. The good news is that He and I will have a wonderful, rejoicing time together when we see each other in Heaven. Oh, what a day that will be, when we all see Jesus, Praise the Lord. 

My Mother and Father and us two boys went often to be with The Kings during our summer break. I remember when we were hungry, we would make a mayowich. Oh yeah, 2 slices of white bread, with a thick layer of mayonnaise in the middle of the 2 slices of white bread. It was quite a treat. Oh my, many more stories. However, I will have forever, the memories gathering around the piano at Aunt Dorothy's and all singing our favorite Hymn's. Thanks Wesley for loving me, and helping me see Jesus in your life.
Posted by Lindy Böhmer on March 26, 2021
A letter from Andrès, their first son in Ecuador, remembering Mom & Dad...

I am writing to tell you I am sorry for the loss of your dad. My condolences for you all. It's hard for me like it is hard for you because he was here most of my life . Now, my mom, Brenda and my dad, Wes, are both gone.

Thank you for sharing your mom and dad with me. I will always be grateful to them for giving me a better chance at life, and at a larger family, and for teaching me about Jesus and how pray and listen to the voice of Jesus. I will never, never forget that.

I know God sent them to Ecuador to help save my life and the lives of many others.
They will always be in my heart, and my only peace is that they are together in heaven. They both finished their mission here, on Earth. It was time for them both to go home.

May God bless all of you , and provide strength, and comfort to us. May we always remember the many wonderful things they taught us. For their love was enduring , and faithful, and they loved Jesus. May we carry on their legacy in our lives, and families.

Sincerely,
Your brother in Christ,
Aldofo Andrès
Posted by Ken Schneck on March 25, 2021
First met Wes, Brenda, and their young family of three in 1976 at Kwajalein, Marshall Islands where I worked as a water quality/vet med tech. They were there less than a year, but took time to share their love of the Father and His Son, Jesus. They returned in 1978. While they were gone, through the prayers of Betty Sawyer, and the witnessing of a new Christian, John Snyder, I began my walk with the Lord. There were a lot of Believers on the island and they welcomed me into the fellowship, Bible Studies, prayer meetings, etc. The very day Wes and family arrived for the second tour, I went to their house and told them I was now a Christian. Well, that started a relationship with the King family that continues to this day. Wes and Brenda had a heart for new Christians, especially those on “unaccompanied status”. There were Bible studies, prayer meetings, and hymn sings at their house, with Wes on organ and Brenda on piano. What a blessing. Of course they often invited me to dine with them - always appreciated. At some point, I stayed with the four kids while Wes and Brenda were off island together. Wes helped me with the chapel youth group, and actually planned a week long trip to Pohnpei with 14 teens/preteens, Chaplain Richard Quinn, his wife Marjean, and several chaperones. That’s a long story. Anyway, the last time I saw Wes, Amy, Todd, and Dale was at Brenda’s funeral in 2004. (Not sure if Lindy was there). That doesn’t matter, because whether I see them again on Earth, or when we meet again in our Heavenly Home, it will seem like it was just yesterday! I loved Wes and Brenda, my brother and sister in Christ. Their legacy lives on forever. Will continue to pray for or with Amy, Todd, Dale, and Lindy and their families. Blessed be our Lord our Saviour, Creator, Redeemer and Teacher, Jesus Messiah. Holy is the Lord, and Worthy to be Praised! Amen.
Posted by Lindy Böhmer on March 24, 2021
He was –

A pragmatist.
A deep thinker.
A wordsmith.
A go-against-the-flow individualist who wasn’t afraid to wander off the "beaten track".
A bird watcher and possibly a “bird brain” (2nd portion contributed by my brother, Todd and a perfect example of the punny sense of humor our father taught, modeled and raised us up in!!!)
A player of games (board games, cards and anything in between!!) and a quiet, but deadly, adversary. (He never just "let us win"!!!)
A doctor.
A generous friend.
A green-thumbed lover of nature and God’s majestic beauty.
An unabashed speaker of truth.
A craftsman of macramé, gardens and so much more!
A seeker of adventure.
A giver of wisdom and one able to answer almost any question posed to him.
A world traveller.
A teacher.
A rock hound who found geological gems, infecting his offspring with the same rock-seeking tendencies!
An artist who created rock masterpieces including rock gardens, planters and waterfalls.
A Southern Gospel music-playing pianist (his mother always said it sounded like he played in a honky tonk!!! LOL I just loved how his fingers bounded over and "tinkled" those ivories...)
A duet/trio/quartet-singing partner who was always ready for a song! Southern Gospel was our genre!!!
An inspiration who always pushed me to excellence.
A jokester full of the DRIEST humor to be found and one who teased incessantly.
A lover of all things “linguistic”.
A master storyteller.
A poet who did “know it” and a rhymer extraordinaire who also excelled in the art of puns.
A praise and worship leader.
An encourager of his kids, who spoke life and worth over each one.
A father who was quick to affirm and say “I love you”.
An amazing example of the Father’s heart.
A teller and commemorator of God’s faithfulness.
A missionary.
A reader and memorizer of His holy Word.
A father to the fatherless.
A distributer of the love of Christ.
A giver of Godly heritage and legacy.
A brother… A grandfather…A husband.
A Son of the Most High God.

And he was my father!!!!
Preparing your heart for impending loss and experiencing it are two different things.

He may not have been perfect. And he might have been all too aware of his own faults and short-comings… But when I remember him for who he was, his heart was FOR THE LORD AND HIS GLORY, AND TO MAKE HIM (Jesus) KNOWN. From childhood he was determined to fulfill the call of God upon his life and he never shied away from giving Jesus Christ his all!!!

Many times I told him that I would NEVER have chosen a different father, and I remain incredibly thankful for the fact that Our Father chose to bless me with a man such as he. The rich, rich heritage I possess from both my father and my beautiful mother, Brenda, is incomprehensible. He definitely earned some major kudos for having chosen such a rare treasure as my mother. This was a lady who was the epitome of I Corinthians 13... These two loved each of their children so uniquely and completely, and modeled lives submitted wholly to Christ. What a blessing and privilege that is to be able to say that that is my heritage!!!

I also am thankful that the Lord brought another special lady to love him, stand along side him, and to care for him. Her servant’s heart has been such a blessing... Thank you, Donna, for your sacrificial love and support and for your desire to see him finish his race strong!

I now rejoice (through many tears) in his opportunity to stand before the Maker of the entire universe, our Lord and Saviour... to stand with all who have gone on before him (including my sweet, sweet Mommy!!!) and I know he will hear “well done, good and faithful servant”!!!

What a precious hope we have in Christ – that all who are called by His name will one day be reunited before the Throne, before our King and Redeemer!!! What a Hope!!! It is this Hope that he gave his life for - that all who would believe in, rely on and trust in Jesus would find eternal life!!!!
Posted by Amy Clemons on March 24, 2021
         THE TILLAMOOK COW
          by Wesley King - 1996

It all seemed to be such a regular day,
Until the rain came and washed her away.

As it swept her along down that Tillamook street,
She called to the wind, “What’s wrong with my feet?”

As through that cow-town she continued to float,
She wondered, “How is it that I’m now a boat?”

But, alas, her equipment was just horns and udder,
When she really needed a sail and a rudder!
Posted by Amy Gray on March 24, 2021
He will be greatly missed our hearts and prayers are with you. ERIC AND Amy Gray.
Posted by Gideon King on March 24, 2021
Just Waiting...
A poem by Gideon King
In memoriam of his Abuelito


Like Burning.
It hurts above the point of no returning

Hanging.
By a moment that's beyond my taming

Debating.
Was it real or products of my dreaming

Giving.
To live so long and never lack for meaning

No Erasing.
A single hug with loving words preceding

Collecting.
A list of everything you did amazing

Reigning.
Standing on a rock in waters raging

Just Waiting.
For the King to show what he's creating

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Posted by Mark Watkins on April 8, 2021
While sitting in the Hot Springs in Banos, Ecuador 12 years ago, my wife overheard a man talking to some guys about being from Colorado (where we are from). After chatting awhile with these guys, this man turned to my wife (Sandi) and asked where she was from. When she replied, "Colorado Springs", a special friendship was started. This "stranger" and his wife (Wes and Donna) invited Sandi over to their home that night for hamburgers. Sandi learned about how Wes ended up in Ecuador, the missions work taking place at El Dulce Refugio and how the love of the Lord and the saving knowledge of Jesus was spreading throughout their small community.

Upon returning home, Sandi told me about her experience with this doctor and the orphaned boys they had taken in off "the streets" and were caring for. Knowing that I am interested in this type of ministry, she suggested I get in contact with this doctor and his wife to see how I might be able to help with their ministry. I ended up making a trip to Banos to meet Wes, Donna and the boys of El Dulce Refugio and see firsthand what incredible miracles were taking place there. In fact, I have made 4 trips to the Kings' home and each trip was full of fun, friendship, work, and experiencing the presence of God that can only be explained as miraculous. I have learned so much from Wes, the least of which is trusting in God and finding the glory of God in everything we do.

Wes lived his life with God's command to "Love one another" as his guiding principal. He welcomed strangers, he was generous, kind, and compassionate, and had very corny jokes/humor to share. There is no doubt in our minds that upon entering heaven and being introduced to Jesus, our Lord and Savior, Wes was told unequivocally "Well done, good and faithful servant". Yes, Wes will be missed on this earth, but our prayer for all of Gods children is that we will "finish the race" strong as Wes did. We look forward to seeing Wes again and spending eternity with our brother and friend.

Mark and Sandi Watkins- Colorado Springs
Posted by Ken Schneck on April 7, 2021
This is an addendum/correction to my March 25 tribute. I was reminded (complete with photographic proof) that dear Lindy was present at her mother's funeral! She has forgiven me for this memory lapse. Still covering Amy, Todd, Dale, Lindy and families with prayer. "When we all see Jesus, we'll sing and shout the Victory!"
Posted by Audrey Hendrikson on April 6, 2021
Ten years ago I made a trip to the beautiful country of Ecuador to be "interviewed" for a teaching position in an orphanage full of obnoxious boys. I fell in love with the boys, hit it off right away with the man, and I have never looked back. Wes King changed my life forever and for the better.

You are in no more pain Doc. You now know perfection. We who are still here know the pain of having to let you go. As God opened up the gates for you this morning, we could almost hear him say.....
"Well done, good and faithful servant".

RIP Wes. We will all be missing you and loving you!!!
his Life
I was born and reared in Delta, Colorado. After graduation from high school, I attended Pasadena College in Pasadena, California. I was a Biology/Chemistry major with a pre-med emphasis. I received my B.A. degree in 1964. Between my junior and senior year, I married Brenda Rupp who had just graduated as an elementary school teacher.

We spent 1964-65 in Okinawa as school teachers in the Okinawa Christian School. Our students were from all over Asia-Phillipines, communist China, Japan, and Taiwan as well as some kids from the USA and Canada. I taught 10th grade Geometry and Biology, 9th grade Algebra and General Science, and home room for 7th and 8th grades. It was a rewarding and enjoyable year there. We each received $100/month salary. We lived on $100 and saved the other half to purchase our return trip tickets to the States.

1965-1969 were years in medical school at the University of Colorado Medical Center in Denver, Colorado. Amy Ruth, our first child, was born during my junior year, and Todd Steven, our second, was born during my senior year. Brenda taught school (4th grade) the first two years, and then together we managed an apartment building for the last two years while she stayed home to care for the children. During my last two years, I worked part-time at Denver General Hospital in the lab.

My internship was spent in Gorgas Hospital, Canal Zone, Panama from 1969-70. This gave me good basics in tropical medicine which helped in my later practices. I took a residency in general practice from 1970-71 at Contra Costa County Hospital, Martinez, California. This type of residency is now history. There was good instruction in general surgery which I used constantly in Africa.

The next four years, we were missionaries for the Church of the Nazarene at RFM Hospital in Manzini, Swaziland, Africa. While we were there our third child, Dale Wesley, was born. I was the doctor who delivered him - all 9 lbs. 10 oz. These four years were perhaps the most rewarding of my medical career. The focus was strictly on giving the best care possible, under the circumstances, with no threats of lawsuits, failure of insurance companies to pay, etc. I performed close to 1000 caesarean sections in those four years - keeping in mind that the hospital was the referral center for about 300,000 people in central and eastern Swaziland. When the general surgeon was gone, I became the surgeon, which would be a book to itself.

Out of the next 11 years, we spent seven in Kwajalein, Marshall Islands. The terms there were one year, two years, and four years. The rest of the time was spent working in clinics and hospitals in Pittsburg, CA; Hanna, WY; Cut Bank, MT; Cedaredge/Delta, CO; St. Edward/Albion, NE; and Questa/Taos, NM. During these years, I had the mental image that I would be returning to an overseas practice as a medical missionary. I therefore generally took paid positions that would allow for ease of return to that type of situation.

Lindy Lee, our fourth and last child, was born in Cut Bank, MT, on a cold, cold winter day in November (the 10th - Brenda's birthday). She spent the majority of her childhood in Kwajalein and in Oregon. 

It was in Florence, OR, however, we found a "home" that we will never forget. Our ten years there were great years, and both Dale and Lindy graduated from high school there. I worked seven of those years as a family practicioner in a private setting - the Florence Clinic - and three years full time at the emergency department at the local hospital - Peace Harbor Hospital.

In transition from my situation there to returning overseas, I worked temporary assignments in Petersburg, AK; Kodiak, AK; Del Norte, CO; Greeley, CO; Leavenworth, KS; and one year in Rangely, CO. The family stayed in Florence, OR with the exception of the year in Rangely, CO. Everybody liked living in all of the places except Hanna, WY (too much dirt in the air), and Rangely, CO (just too much dirt, period!).

Rangely should be cut out of Colorado and assigned to central Nevada, perhaps. The one good thing about our time there, however, was that in an hour and a half I could be in Grand Junction and spending time with my parents in some of the last years of their lives. That actually made Rangely worthwhile.

In preparation for our move to Ecuador, we downsized our possessions in Oregon and moved for two years to San Angelo, TX, where I worked on salary in an urgent care clinic associated with Shannon Hospital. We loved living in Texas. The weather and scenery were certainly better in Oregon, but the people of Texas made it all worthwhile.

In August 1999, I came to Ecuador looking for a site for an orphanage that we wanted to build. I purchased land in Baños and returned to Texas to close out our affairs and sell our home there. We moved to Ecuador in November 1999 with all of our possessions that remained.

In September 1999, the volcano Tungurahua located near Baños became active again, and the threat of a major explosion prompted the evacuation and closure of Baños. So, on our arrival, we were unable to come to Baños. We spent time in Quito and Salcedo before renting an apartment in Shell where there is a jungle hospital, Voz Andes. I worked part-time in the hospital for the nine months that we were there.

In September 2000, we were able to come to Baños. We rented a house and began construction of our home and training center for orphans, El Dulce Refugio (Sweet Refuge). Out of the seven orphans that we have taken into our home, we have permanent custody of three that remain. Our home will have space for 18, but our plan is to take care of 12. We are in Ecuador as "permanent residents" which means we are here as long as health and life permit. 
Author - Wesley Llewellyn King, MD 

*Note - Our beloved mother, Brenda, went to be with the Lord on April 5, 2004, just 17 months after this was written.
Recent stories

A letter to dad - September 2020

Shared by Amy Clemons on April 11, 2021
Dear dad,
As a father, you have been a gift from God from the very beginning. I've never not been grateful for you or failed to recognize how exceptionally blessed I was as a girl to grow up with the stability and warmth of the home you and mother created. 
Because of you, I've always loved Jesus, and I've never struggled with understanding or receiving the unconditional love of my Heavenly Father. As a woman and because of your paternal parenting, I have always possessed a healthy sense of self-esteem and self-worth. As my father, you showed me not only that I was valued but that ALL life was valuable.
You loved me, encouraged me, played with me, challenged me, and supported me. You filled our home with music, creativity, laughter, good food, and fellowship with other believers. You taught me love of the game, love of language, and love of culture. 
Because of you, I got to see and experience an amazing quantity of the planet, which imbued me with a love of travel and other people. I grew up with a living, breathing example of industriousness, morality, fidelity, and charity - whose joie de vivre was equally contagious and inclusive. 
I've an everlasting love of learning, music, and dry humor, and I possess a treasure trove of exceptionally wonderful memories. Some additional words that spring to mind when I think of you include:
Intellectual
Faithful 
Gifted
Clever 
Savvy 
Resourceful 
Curious
Artistic 
Stalwart... 
I know you find it difficult to receive affirmation straightforwardly. Your instinct is to qualify it and gloss over it - as it is for most people ...because it's so much easier to bash ourselves over the head with our lists of failures and regrets. So, I'm going to challenge and encourage you NOT to do that. It's human to look backward and identify one's mistakes, oopsies, and less than beauteous qualities. But, right there is one of the most amazing things about being God's child, saved by grace and forgiven completely. His love and Jesus' gift of salvation means that our transgressions are swept away and forgotten, never to be spoken of again. And, if your Creator believes you're worthy of salvation and no longer condemned, then FOR SURE you can't wallow in regret or anyone else's condemnation. 
If I, Amy Ruth, tell you that you were and are the best father in the world and that I'd not trade you for any other - then you know you can take that to the bank, because it meets the gold standard.
I have always known that my father was exceptional among men. You still are. So, any time you need a dose of affirmation, rest assured I've a bountiful supply just waiting for you.  
❤️❤️❤️, Ames 

A letter to his old colleague and friend, Dr. Paul Riley

Shared by Amy Clemons on April 11, 2021
Dear Dr. Paul,
Just now I was remembering a very special day in Swaziland at RFM Hospital back in 1973.  It was a night of spiritual warfare, plus many, many calls from the hospital.  With almost no sleep at all, I faced a day when I was responsible for visits to two outlying clinics.  I was physically, completely at the end of my rope.  I went to Administration and explained my plight.  I was told what I already knew--there was no back-up.  If I couldn´t go, the people coming to "doctor´s day" at the clinic would have walked those miles (in some cases) in vain.  In front of the administration office, I bowed my head and said to God, "Dear Lord, if You want me to do my duty today, You will have to give me special strength."  An incredible and unforgettable thing happened.  Starting at the crown of my head and passing down through my body all the way to my toes flowed a "Heavenly Nectar." (my name for it--not necessarily divinely inspired).
In just a few seconds of time, I was completely refreshed and full of strength.  I worked one heavy clinic in the morning and another heavy clinic in the afternoon, and returned home in the evening still glorying in my Heavenly strength.  To answer a possible sceptic, I never had anything like the normal  "post-adrenaline let-down."  It was a Divine Touch like nothing I have experienced before or since.   I am fully aware that God gives strength to all who call on Him, and God gave me extra needed strength, I know, many times during my 4 years in Swaziland, and through-out my life.  This one experience, however, was unique.  It was abrupt and incredible.  I will never forget it, and it helps me to remember what a Great God we serve..
You, Mr. Riley (aka Dr. Paul), worked long hard hours, also--more than me-- and God gave you special grace and strength in addition to your genetic bulldog strength and tenacity.  You were a great blessing to many in Swaziland, (and elsewhere) and you will see many of your patients again, in the "Great Theater" (an allegory just now, inspired) up in Heaven.
All glory to God who gives us strength in time of need,
Wes - November 2020
*A letter to Dr. Paul Riley, M.D., who was a missionary surgeon at Raleigh Fitkin Memorial (RFM) Hospital in Manzini, Swaziland, Africa, during his 4 years there in the 1970s.
Shared by Rachel Jamieson on April 10, 2021
I was a small blip in the grand scope of Dr. King's life...he delivered me in October, 1978 during his time in Cut Bank, MT. (I believe Lindy is about my age. )
My parents always kept in touch with Dr. King, so when my husband, kids, and I visited Ecuador, they suggested we connect with him in Banos.  His wry sense of humor kept me guessing...I really thought he was 83 years old as he'd said, but wondered why he seemed so much younger!
He drove us around the area,  bringing my husband and 3 year old son to a rickety platform that swung across a chasm and they went across with a guide while we both wondered why we were doing this?!
It was beautiful there, and so much cooler than the jungle.  I remember relishing in pulling up sheets over my non-sweaty body at night. What a beautiful, creative home he built!  The rock structures seemed to express his quirky creativity. And we enjoyed meeting some of the boys and seeing Dr. King's evident love to minister Jesus to them. We enjoyed playing music together.  
I recently missed him while shopping in the grocery store...picking out avocados reminded me of the avocado tree just behind El Dulce Refugio. I will miss his updates.
What a man, and what a life! 
PS The music on the website is beautiful!