by Wanda Owen Women's Editor, Glendale Independent
that if she was to start such a building project, God would provide $50,000 for property to begin the colony. “ Everyone thought I had a few screws loose in the upper story,” she says, “ I didn’t have any encourage ment, but I knew if God wanted it done He would provide the way.” “ God filled my heart with a burn ing faith, and I was so sure the money would come that if it had dropped down from heaven in a sack, I would not have been surprised. “ I sold out my business in three months and started a home for single missionaries in Los Angeles. I knew through the struggles that God would somehow send the $50,000 needed to build proper housing. “ It came at last through an oil well on a piece of unimproved ground that I owned. They had to drill over 4000 feet before oil came. The com pany was on the verge of giving up several times. Although I never said a word to them, I knew they could not quit, for God was back of the thing. I waited patiently for many months and then one day the startling news came that a gusher of 5000 barrels a day had come in. I soon had my $50,000, and at once the oil well sand ed in. When the company cleaned it out, no more oil came forth, only salty water. I believe now, if I had asked for $100,000 or $200,000 the oil well would have pumped that amount.” Twelve years ago Mrs. Suppes built a beautiful 22-bedroom home in the colony for retired and ill missionaries. The living room of the spacious home stretches across the width of the build ing. Floor to ceiling windows 'le t in the sunshine and a view of children playing in green yards. Across the narrow street one sees the picturesque chapel with its old fashioned steeple— it’s beautiful and peaceful here, and all because one woman had enough faith to trust God.
Mrs. Jennie Suppes
N e s t l e d deep among the evergreens in an obscure part of Glendale, stand 38 cottages and a small chapel paying tribute to one woman’s faith in God. Cottages on the grounds are occu pied by missionaries and their fami lies who are temporarily on furlough from all parts of the world. Here b r i g h t - e y e d youngsters, many of whom are familiar with primitive or widely separated languages, play hap pily together. The Missionary Colony and the Suppes Memorial Home, 335 Mission Road, are the results of the faith of one woman, Mrs. Jennie Suppes. “ Impossibilities are Challenges” has always been Mrs. Suppes’ motto and a little plaque bearing these words still hangs over the doorway of her room. “ I never wrote a poor letter,” says SEPTEMBER, 1961
Mrs. Suppes, “ I always went directly to God for every need.” The. little grayhaired woman, who incidentally reached her 91st birth day May 28, was left a widow with two small sons at 30. To support her family she leased a 50-room house in Los Angeles where she roomed and boarded working women. Often during the eight years that she maintained the home, mission aries were sent to her. She learned to love these women who had devoted their lives to helping others. As her interest grew, she became possessed with the idea of starting a home speci fically for missionaries, a place where they could bring their families and be happy and content while resting up for other assignments in far away places. The deeply spiritual woman prayed
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