20 Years Ago … Really?

This summer Kimberly and I will mark a significant milestone in our relationship. We met in May of 1991 – 20 years ago. Then in November we’ll celebrate 17 years of marriage. Both numbers seem impossible. Neither rolls easily off the tongue. How did so much time pass so quickly?

The summer of 1991 was very special time -- one last summer before my senior year of college. I was sure that the summer of 1992 would filled with resumes, cover letters and job interviews. So I signed up for a 10-week summer missions opportunity in Los Angeles. I would spend my summer serving others.

Before the California Southern Baptist Convention turned this country boy loose in the big city, they sent me to a week-long orientation with about a bunch of other summer missionaries at a camp called Jenness Park. Over the course of the week I met many of the other missionaries. But one stood out in my mind – Kimberly Oglesbee from Mississippi State University. I had met several other MSU folks at dinner one evening and as we crossed the covered bridge on our way to our cabins, they introduced me to Kimberly. For obvious reasons we have a ceramic covered bridge in our bedroom to commemorate that wonderful moment.

Over the next few days we had a few opportunities to talk and we were in the same small group for at least one activity. Kimberly intrigued me, but I doubted that I would ever see her again. She would be serving in Northern California and I would be 500 miles away in L.A. Just before we left Jenness Park I gave her a small friendly hug and said “good-bye.” I gave out lot’s of hugs that day, but I confess that this one meant more.

Many of the missionaries kept in touch over the summer through letters – no email back then. At first I wrote her with no romantic expectations. I knew this couldn’t work back in the real world – Oklahoma for me, Mississippi for her. We shared very freely about ourselves in our letters and developed a strong friendship. I started to hope that maybe I could see her again. Eventually we began trading phone calls. All the time I stayed away from any hint that I wanted to date her.

One of my favorite memories of those days happened at a Panda Express Restaurant in Glendale. My mission partner Tony and I often ate lunch there. We spent the whole meal talking about the Kimberly issue (Would she go out with me when we got home? How would that work?). It was a common topic when Tony and I had a little down time. After this long discussion, I received the best fortune cookie message ever. It read: “Romance and Travel Go Together Now.” Tony and I had a great laugh about that one.

As the weeks zipped by I hatched a plan straight out of the 1990s. I decided to sent Kimberly a cassette tape on which I expressed my feelings for her. So I recorded my message in an office at Central Baptist Church in Burbank (I believe it is now called Fellowship Church) and sent the cassette early so it would be waiting on Kimberly when she got home. It was equal parts romantic, corny and desperate.

To make a long story short, the desperate/romantic/corny/desperate cassette confession worked. I called her shortly after she got home and asked her if we could give dating a try. Despite the miles between Southeastern Oklahoma State University and Mississippi State University, we started our dating adventure in September 1991. Romance and travel did go together. Romance and letter writing also went together.

Twenty years later, the adventure continues and I am more in love with Kimberly than ever. And I cannot help but smile when I think back to that wonderful summer. I know ours was not a chance meeting, I am convinced that it was God’s plan to bring us together.

Finding community in Bethel, Alaska




Bethel

 When my family and I arrived in Alaska May 15, we played tourist for several days in Anchorage and Seward. We enjoyed the natural beauty of God’s creation – animals, mountains, streams, rivers, ice, snow and glaciers. It was a real treat and I hope to blog about those experiences later.

Today, I want to write about the rest of our trip – where we went, our reason for going and what we found there.

BETHEL, ALASKA
From Anchorage we flew to Bethel, a town of about 6,000 people located on Kuskokwim River. Bethel is only accessible by plane or boat – though I think the boat traffic is mainly reserved for cargo. Aviation is lifeblood of the town. Three Alaska Airlines 737 jets a day link Bethel to Anchorage – carrying passengers and cargo. Bethel serves as a hub for bush planes that connect to more than 50 villages in the Yukon-Kuskokwim Delta. At all times of the day you can hear planes taking off and landing.

According to the statistics I found, Bethel’s population is about 61 percent Native Alaskan (mostly Yup’ik people). Bethel was started by Moravian missionaries sent to share the gospel with the Yup’ik people. It is common to hear the Yup’ik language spoken throughout town. My niece even went to a Yup’ik immersion grade school where she learned the language and the culture along with her studies. Caucasians make up much of the rest of the population, but there are also Koreans and other Asians as well as a sizable Albanian community.

The town infrastructure is of network of several paved roads and many dirt roads. Some neighborhoods are connected to piped water and sewer service (the sewer pipes are above ground to protect the permafrost). In other neighborhoods water trucks deliver water on a weekly basis. Large tanks store the water and residents are careful about their consumption. These homes have another tank for waste water. Pumper trucks come by to remove the sewage.

LAUREN'S GRADUATION
We came to this remote place in far western Alaska for my niece’s high school graduation from Bethel Regional High School. Watching my niece and nephews from afar, I have been impressed with the opportunities this small school gives its students. Lauren and her brother Mitchell have gone on amazing school trips. It seems they are receiving a great education from school with great community involvement. So Ethan will be in high school too.

The Bethel gym was packed for graduation – 1,200 or more people came to see the 53 graduates receive their diplomas. It was a community-wide event. The service ran almost 2 hours.

Graduation is a big deal in Bethel, and from what I hear, throughout Alaska. Dropout rates are high in the state. For some reason lots of students choose not to finish. Those who do finish celebrate the accomplishment with big parties for family and friends in the days following graduation. Lauren and four other friends had their parties together immediately after graduation.

The party started at 9-9:30 p.m. in the Cultural Center at the University of Alaska-Fairbanks branch campus in Bethel. What a spread of food. Each of the girls had a memory board with photos and such. Other graduates, teachers, friends, family and people from the community came out to celebrate the milestone. Over the next few days Lauren will attend several other parties hosted by other members of the graduating class.

BEAUTIFUL COMMUNITY
As we attended Lauren’s awards assembly on Wednesday, drove around town on Thursday and participated in graduation and the graduation party, we found vibrant community. People of this community genuinely care for each other. They rally around the school and its teams. It was fun to watch people connect and enjoy each other.

I traveled to Bethel, Alaska in 1992 and I enjoyed my visit. But I mostly remember the flat, stark scenery. Lanette and Hugh had only lived there a short time. They didn’t have kids yet and they weren’t that connected. After only a year in Bethel, they moved to Anchorage for five years. They have been back in Bethel for 13 years.

When we were planning the visit, Lanette assured me that Bethel had changed. And it has. There are new buildings like the Yup’ik Cultural Center, the new airport terminal and post office. But those aren’t significant changes. I’ve come to the conclusion that they have changed. They have become part of the community. They have embraced Bethel and Bethel has embraced them back. And it is great to be in a place that you love.

I love living in New Orleans. It doesn’t really feel like a big city. We enjoy a sense of community that is not often available in large cities. However, as I watched the people of Bethel come together I missed the special type of community that comes in small towns. Bethel is not the prettiest town in Alaska. It is flat and dusty and run down in a few places, but it certainly has its beauty – beautiful community.

More on life in Bethel in a later post.