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Chapter 20 God’s Provision For The Summer
At the beginning of May the principle teacher called me into his classroom. “I applied for a summer training for you. It’s a special course for teachers of children who speak English as a second language,” he said, pausing. “And you have been accepted. It is in Los Angeles at the University of Southern California. Not only is it free, but you will be given a salary to attend. Are you interested?”
 
Interested? I was amazed, thankful–and very happy!
Later I learned that out of the thousands who applied I was one of the top choices, even though I didn’t technically qualify, not having a teaching degree. But the Lord of power puts us where He wants us to be! Another “God sighting” that proved to be significant in a number of ways.
 
When I flew out of the village in June, there was still four feet of snow on the ground, making for quite a contrast to the weather when I arrived in Seattle.
 
There I stayed with a teacher who had visited Savoonga during the winter. The following year he and his wife would come and teach for some weeks when the new principal teacher’s wife was out of the village having a baby.
 
My host lived in the same neighborhood as the Seattle church I’d visited on the way up to Alaska, so I was able to go to the Wednesday evening prayer meeting.
 
I came in late and when the pastor saw me walk in, he paused and said, “Welcome, Steve Wibberley!” My little old lady friend had made sure I got prayed for every week, so the memory of my visit was still fresh in the pastor’s mind.
 
How God works to move His people to join Him in His plan, foremost through prayer! I am so thankful for this lady and these people who faithfully prayed me away from suicide and into the Kingdom of God!
 
While in Seattle I also walked by a motorcycle shop and was drawn inside. I came out with a used Honda on-and-off the road bike. Two days later I left for California, ready for another adventure on the road–and the adventure part wasn’t long in coming.
 
After driving at freeway speed for 15 minutes or so, the engine cut out. When it had cooled down some, it started, only to cut out again.
 
I got off the freeway in Southern Washington, went into a small town, and found a motorcycle shop. The owner said, “I don’t have time to work on your bike, but I can tell you what is wrong with it. The paint on the inside of the tank is flaking off and the chips are settling over the fuel line opening, cutting off the flow. Just take the tank off, rinse it out and it should be ok.”
 
He turned away, then hesitated and turned back. “By the way, let me look at your spark plugs.” He leaned down and squinted at them. “Hah,” he said, “Just as I thought. These are plugs for off the road riding. If you continue to do high speed road riding, they could burn a hole in your pistons!”
 
So I bought new plugs and put them in, cleaned out the tank, and was back on the road by late afternoon. I was so thankful for the fuel problem, which resulted in my getting the right spark plugs, keeping me from ruining the bike and being stranded on the road. Another Jesus sighting as He watched over me.
 
By now I’d lost a good part of this day of travel and figured I’d have to drive through the night to reach Los Angeles in time. My night ride turned out to be one long marvelous adventure for the senses.
 
As I got down into California, the warm night air carried the scents of the farmlands. I could pick out the odors of hay, corn, and fruit trees, of cows, horses and pigs, of flowers, vegetable gardens and wheat.
 
The moon was full, the road was empty and time seemed to stand still while the countryside flew by. I reached Los Angeles by the next morning after a fourteen hour exhilarating ride.
“Tell me,” said one of my fellow students, a middle-aged woman who also taught natives in Alaska, “What do you think of those missionaries that go into native villages and ruin the culture?”
 
I hesitated, “Well, you have to first know that I am a born again Christian.”
 
“Aha! I thought so,” said Jewell, “I just wanted to make sure. I think we are the only believers in this class. How about if we pray together after lunch?”
 
That summer Jewell became my mentor, teaching me to pray conversationally, encouraging me in my growth and answering many of my questions about the practicalities of living for Christ. And when her husband came down to join her at the end of the summer, they took me to a seminar that turned out be a very important event in my life.
 
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Down from Perfection

Last night in the Christmas eve service the Lord brought to mind what a contrast he experienced in leaving Heaven to come and live on the earth as a human being.
 
You, Lord, came from Heaven
which is filled with pure and positive light,
It is the land of eternal joy and perfect relationships.
Colors are sharper, deeper, more glorious than on earth.
Food has ultimate deliciousness, never burned or bad.
The weather is always pleasant and perfect
There is no lack of what is good and a total lack of what is bad.
 
While you were in heaven, Lord Jesus,
You were continually worshiped,
given the honor and glory you deserve
You filled the universe, not being limited to a body.
You ruled with power and authority
and were given full obedience.
Then, you came to earth as a babe
Descending into the churning darkness,
the evil and cruelty of the world
Ruled by the father of lies.
A world warped and twisted by sin
Filled with demons and desperate sinners
Plagued by storms, earthquakes, floods and famines
A world where the repulsive reigned, where there was
Sickness
Cruelty
Hatred
Injustice
Violence
Unforgiveness
Revenge
 
You came to a place where there were
Fleas and lice
Unwashed bodies
The stench of waste
Scarcity of water, food and love
Great Heat and cold, darkness and fear
And You came in weakness
In utter vulnerability
A helpless babe
Entrusting yourself to inexperienced, young parents
Enduring danger, difficulty, temptation and betrayal.
All the while knowing the pain was coming in your future
 
Lord Jesus, you left all in Heaven
You entered all the negatives of the world
Because from the foundation of the world
You loved us,
your bitter, rebellious, selfish unbelieving enemies
 
Unbelievable, too good to be true,
but absolutely, eternally, powerfully true
Praise you for your great Love Lord Jesus
For abandoning all to save your enemies.
We choose now to humbly give you the honor you deserve.
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Christmas Day

“I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete.”
John 15:11
 
Praise be to you, Lord Jesus, for you are the Light of the world, the Illumination of my life, the Lamp of my soul and the Sonshine of each day. With you there is warmth, wonder and sparkle in a dark and dismal world. You are the bringer of joy in the midst of a reality that can be hard, cold, severe and painful.
 
“The LORD has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy” (Ps. 126:3). Because of these great things you have done we can at all times be “…joyfully giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified us to share in the inheritance of the saints in the kingdom of light” (Col. 1:12).
 
And you, Lord God, through Christmas, have given us a privileged position in your forever family against all logic, against all justice, against all the evidence that we definitely deserved condemnation, punishment, rejection, banishment, suffering, pain and death. Your love is sure and steady, powerful, penetrating and positive.
 
“For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness” This is an accomplished fact, a certainty that we are no longer the children of the devil, bound to sin, controlled by the prince of the power of the air, but have been freed by the blood of the Lamb!
“…and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins” (Col. 1:12-14).
 
What a powerful statement: “…in whom we have redemption,”…not “I hope so” but “I know so!” What a wonder, what a privilege, what an astounding, unbelievable, too-good-to-be-true outcome you have given us, Heavenly Father—we are pardoned, adopted, brought into the Kingdom and made co-heirs with Jesus and with the saints. We live in the light, are dearly loved, delighted in, doted on and deeply cared for.
 
We have a future with you as well as a daily walk with you now. You give total provision, complete protection, loving direction, wise counsel, consistent correction, unswerving goodness and unending grace, all first revealed on Christmas day! Merry Christmas.
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Psalm 28:6

Psalm 28:6 “Praise be to the LORD, for he has heard my cry for mercy.”
[LORD, YAHWEH, you are the great and Triune God, persistently merciful, purely holy, powerfully present, perfectly heavenly—therefore to you belongs all praise.
You are the prayer-hearing, prayer-answering God, stooping down from your Heavenly throne to hear and help us, to comfort and support us with your gracious right hand. Therefore, you are worthy of all exaltation.
I think of your mercy on one Sunday morning as we traveled to speak in a distant church: an accident on the other side of the freeway caused a huge traffic jam, backing things up on that side for miles, while on our side we could move right along and arrive in time for the meeting.
Then on the way back, there was another traffic jam on the other side from us, this time from all the people returning home on Sunday evening. However, again we were able to zoom right along and make it home in good time.
 
You are the provider and protector, the merciful One who watches over us in the way we need it. I thank you for your practical and personal care. Help us to be aware of all the God sightings in our lives, noting the ways you reach into our situations, guiding, protecting, providing. And may we, as a result give honor to you before all the saints.]
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Savoring the Savior

Praise you, Lord God, for a new day, a fresh gift from your hand, toasty warm with grace, steaming with potential, deliciously spiced with your presence. As someone said, every day is a gift, that’s why we call it “the present!”
I praise you, Lord Jesus, my Good and Great Shepherd, for all that you will give today: your provision, protection, presence and preparation in all that will come.
Praise you for the privilege of nurturing my first love for you, worshiping you, praising you, focusing on you, accompanying you through the day, joining you in what you are doing and checking in with you on what my role is.
May there be no sneakiness on my part, doing what I’m not sure you would want, instead of looking to you for guidance. I confess my sin of doing that, of ignoring you in making decisions, of setting my heart on gaudy baubles of pleasure rather than on your kind eyes of wisdom. I confess my double-mindedness, my half-heartedness, my rebellion and unbelief.
 
Forgive me for these serious, glory-stealing sins. It is not worth it to try and do things I’d like without checking in with you; I only end up with a mouthful of gravel! Help me instead to be open to you in all things, so that I may live in the light of your presence, of your Truth, of your wisdom, of your grace.
Praise be to you, Lord Jesus, for your eternally efficacious sacrifice, your great, effective forgiveness, your powerful, deep cleansing, your consistent, wise application of discipline, and your persistent patience with me in my failures.
 
You are Great, you are Good, you are Gracious and thereby worthy of praise, honor, worship and obedience both today and forever. May you be honored in all I do today. Amen.
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Psalm 28:3-5

Psalm 28:3 “Do not drag me away with the wicked, with those who do evil, who speak cordially with their neighbors but harbor malice in their hearts.”

[This is not what most people think of as evil—appearing to be cordial–but would label as goodness! Yet you, Lord, look beyond appearances to the motives, at the intent of the heart and label this fake cordialness as sin. Lord, help us to also be intent on seeing our sins as you view them, and being harsh with the evil in our motives, rejecting it and living instead with love and grace in our hearts towards our neighbors.]

Psalm 28:4 “Repay them for their deeds and for their evil work; repay them for what their hands have done and bring back upon them what they deserve.”

[You, Lord God are a righteous and loving God, therefore you deal with what is evil. You, Lord Jesus, will come as judge and bring clear, just, right condemnation on those who have refused to believe in you, on those who refuse the truth and live according to their own ideas.

Praise you, Heavenly Father, that you do not allow evil to go unchecked now and unjudged in the future. I can trust you fully to do what is righteous and merciful, as you have made it possible for everyone to have their record of evil wiped clean with the blood of Christ–if only they will believe in Him.]

Psalm 28:5 “Since they show no regard for the works of the LORD and what his hands have done,”

[This is a description of selfish independence from God, a rejection of His values, His work, His Word. They do not acknowledge Truth, God, His divinity or His marvelous accomplishments. All is natural, all is science, all is man-centered. And all who live so will fail.]

“he will tear them down and never build them up again.”

[They are fighting God, and it is futile. He will win in the end in righteousness. They will fail in rebellion. They will fail both in this world and in the judgment to come, because you, Lord God, are sovereign, the One to be obeyed, revered, glorified and honored. I praise you for your goodness and purity, your hatred of evil and love of righteousness. In you we can trust!

As you have, in your mercy and grace, clothed me in the righteousness of Christ, may, by your power, my life be the opposite of those described above, so that you may be honored in my words, revered in my actions, exalted in my reactions, and praised in my relationships.]

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More from the book “The Add-on Eskimo
 
Good News
 
Sixty miles East of Ayit’s village on the island of Sivukuk, the whaling captain stepped out of his boat onto the gravel beach of the village of Sivukuk. The Eskimos had seen his ship anchored offshore and had already gathered on the beach with ivory carvings, seal and fox skins and baleen to trade.
 
The Captain looked for his contact, Woolunga. In previous visits the captain had taught him some English and was now able to bargain with his help.
 
As the Captain pushed through the little crowd to greet Woolunga, his men unloaded some boxes and opened them, displaying knives, ax heads, cloth goods, ammunition and most importantly, the highly prized blue glass beads. Also, unfortunately, there were some bottles of whisky. The Eskimos knew and loved it, but had very little tolerance for it, quickly getting very drunk.
 
“Hello Captain,” said Woolunga as he shook the Captain’s hand in the way he’d learned in previous visits. “Welcome. You bring goods? We have skins.”
 
“Yes,” replied the captain, “come and see what we have.” They walked together to the boxes laid out on the sand, the other Eskimos crowding around.
 
“Look here,” said the Captain, lifting a few items out of the boxes, “I’ve brought you good and useful things.”
 
“Yes, useful,” said Woolunga as he held a new knife and an iron ax. “We also have useful things for you, seal skins, fox skins, baleen and some ivory work.” He pointed to the piles on the beach.
 
The captain’s eyes gleamed, especially when he saw the beautiful and realistically carved ivory statues of birds, seals and walrus. He thought to himself, These primitive people are so talented. Too bad they couldn’t produce more. I can sell these items at a very good profit.
“Well, Woolunga, what will you give me for that nice, sharp knife?” asked the Captain and the bargaining began. Woolunga traded with his own goods, then translated for the others. In the end the captain went away happy with his load of skins, carvings and other items. The Eskimos felt they’d gotten the better of the deal with new knives, axes, iron pipes and ammunition for their guns, as well as the blue beads and whisky. They’d also gotten some sugar, tea and salt.
 
But most of all, the Eskimos, like Woolunga, got a better grasp of English. Each year twenty to thirty whaling ships sailed by and some stopped. Once or twice a ship had wintered at the village, caught in the ice. That gave some of the villagers time to learn more English. And the sailors didn’t mind spending time there, as they were included in the Eskimo custom of sharing wives. The learning of English was going to prove very important for the next great change on the Island.
picture: seal carved from a walrus tusk
 
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Hunting Walrus

For New Year’s the BIA flew all their teachers to Anchorage for a conference. We stayed in a hotel for a week, had seminars; it was a great break from the isolation of village life.
 
At the desk in the hotel was a sign for a “Christian Banquet” and I decided to go. Only two others turned up for it, but it was a success in my eyes. The fellowship, the encouragement and the biblical input were what I needed. The organizer, Leo Powell, became a life-long friend and supporter. The Lord was building things for the future.
 
My trip back to Savoonga was hampered by the aftermath of a huge blizzard that had dumped five feet of snow on Savoonga. The airstrip there was unusable, so I had to wait in Nome for a few days until the Eskimos could clear it off with their old bulldozer.
 
This delay was actually good because I had gotten sick in Anchorage and by the time I got to Nome I had pneumonia. There I was able to get some antibiotics and was on the way to recovery by the time I arrived back on the Island.
 
When my plane touched down in Savoonga, it was like landing in a tunnel with great piles of snow on either side of the strip. I found that my students had dug out my home for me. The drifts were up over the eaves.
 
We later had another blizzard which added an additional three feet of snow. The next morning after I dug my way of my house, I had to dig down to find the Quonset hut school!
 
During a later storm, when it was time to go from our Quonset hut to the school building for lunch, I had to have all the students hold onto a rope as I led the way through a virtual whiteout. It was a real Alaskan winter, and it lasted a long time, with snow on the ground up to the end of June.
 
So much snow gave opportunity for snowshoe hikes on the weekend up in the small volcanic mountains. A great change from teaching.
 
As we slogged through classes for the rest of the winter and into spring, I was looking forward to the end of school. One thing that helped bring some excitement into the grind was walrus hunting on the weekend.
 
“Stop lifting up on the boat and you won’t keep falling through the ice,” said the Eskimo next to me. “Just push it gently forward.”
 
Ten of us, along with four dogs, were pushing and pulling a fifteen foot skin boat across a patch of new ice to the next open water, looking for walrus (or is it walri?).
 
Walrus live on clams, and after filling their stomachs on the ocean bottom, they climb onto an ice floe and sleep. We hoped to find such a resting herd.
 
An hour later the boat captain shut off the outboard motor and pointed. There on an ice floe were about twenty walrus, all laying in a row. The big bull on the end of the line was the only one looking around; the rest seemed to be sleeping.
 
The watchman bull nudged the one next to him, who looked up at us, then nudged the next, until all of them were staring at us.
The Eskimos were getting their guns out of the skin scabbards while the boat captain was looking over the herd. When all were ready, he pointed out the two he wanted killed.
 
The skull of a walrus is so thick that the only vulnerable spot is the temple, a very small place to hit, especially when we were in a boat bobbing up and down on the waves, while the walrus were constantly moving their heads from side to side on their ice flow, which was also bobbing up and down in the swells. And yet, when the shots rang out, the two chosen walrus slumped down, dead on the spot. The others all scooted off the ice and disappeared with great splashes in the waves.
 
The captain started the engine and brought the boat alongside the floe and held it so we could get out. The Eskimos immediately fell to cutting up the dead walrus.
 
I was amazed at how big they were: two to three tons each the Eskimos said. I was busy taking pictures, and backed up towards the edge of the ice to get a better shot.
 
Suddenly behind me I heard a loud blowing sound, then a snort and I was enveloped in a cloud of mist. I jumped and turned around just in time to see a big bull walrus pull his head below the surface. I don’t know which of us was more startled!
 
The Eskimos worked quickly, as the weather situation could change suddenly. But when they got down to the stomach of the walrus, they took time to eat some of the clams they found there: pre-chewed and marinated. I declined the ones offered.
After packing the meat into large strips of skin and tying them into packets, they pushed the bones off into the sea, loaded everything into the boat and shoved off.
 
We were sitting really low in the water now and it was obvious why they didn’t want to be caught in a spring squall.
 
When we reached the shore ice, the boat was unloaded and pulled up on the ice. The dogs were hitched to it, and the rest of us each got a packet of meat, over 50 pounds, to pull behind us on the two mile trek to land.
 
I was exhausted by the time we got there, and the others weren’t much better. The cold, the excitement, the exertion all took it out of us.
 
As I was about to go home, the boat captain gave me a big chunk of walrus liver. I’d heard that it was some of the best, most tender liver there is, and this proved to be true. Good thing the average walrus liver weighs about a hundred pounds; that made plenty to go around. I also got a strip of walrus hide with meat. Now I had to learn to cook it!

Picture: Eskimos cutting up the walrus

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Feelings

I awoke with somewhat negative feelings this morning, perhaps from thinking too much about my books and or on the problems I’m having with my workers.
 
However, my feelings are not the measure of reality. You, Lord, are the measure. So, instead focusing on these very temporary matters, I want to be thinking on you, Lord Jesus, to be rejoicing in you and who you are throughout the day.
And who are you? You are the eternal One, always there; the Righteous One, always doing what is best; the Holy One, always working from right motives; the Mighty One, towering over every creature; the Glorious One, doing mighty and magnificent works; and the Beautiful One, infusing your creation with your stunning beauty.
Therefore You only deserve our love, our devotion, our worship, our obedience, our fervor, our focus.
I praise you that you consistently work to lift our eyes from the temporary to the Timeless, from the minuscule to the Majestic, from the created to the Creator.
You are the One to be worshiped and I repent of thinking so much about sales and success., the lies and laziness around me.
Help me today to keep my eyes on you, my head in the Book and my feet on the ground.
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Haikus

“For thus said the Lord GOD, the Holy One of Israel, ‘In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.’”
Isaiah 30:15
 
God, I think, is like a Haiku. Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry: 17 syllables in four lines usually involving an unexpected twist at the end. For instance:
 
Spring has come
The snow melts
The village is flooded
With children.
 
We expected damage from water and end up with happy kids! So it is with God; except that instead of twisting, He untwists things. For instance, to make a Haiku out of my experience,
 
Unjustly jailed
Put on trial
Prosecutor stood firm
To defend me!
 
God is the great Transformer, the great Surpriser. He can and does take the most painful and difficult happenings and tenderly turns them into our good and His glory. Think of the death of Lazarus; of the blindness of men Christ healed; and of His own suffering.
 
Old age is an example of God’s transforming powers. Aging is the process of losing things, going from competent, self-sufficient, productive people to helpless, dependent, and in the eyes of some, useless people. However, those who walk with God may be helpless physically or mentally but can still be mighty warriors in prayer and example.
 
 
Old age may be the process of losing things, but maturity is the willingness to let them go. In knowing God, we can have the bigger, longer range picture of what He is doing, as well as what He has in store for us in the new heaven and earth. So we can know that it’s ok to let go of what we cannot keep anyway and reach out to what more He has for us!
 
Here’s an old age Haiku:
 
Weak and old
memory gone
body powerless
more time to pray
 
So, as we face difficulties, let us look to our Haiku, the Lord God Almighty, the Creator, Sustainer and Ender of all.
 
society collapses
downward spiral
darkness closes in
God shines on!
 
He will carry us through as we come to Him in our weakness and needs, submitting to Him. He always has a sequel, and it will be good.
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