It has always been a marvel to me how Holy Spirit downloads
fresh and unfolding revelation from the Word. I'm celebrating 70
years of experiences with the Lord as of this year, and I never cease to be
amazed at how much I've come to learn and how little I really
know. You've probably heard this cliché before, but the more I learn
from Holy Spirit, the more I realize how little I really know of the vast
revelation that yet awaits.
Della and I were at a conference a few years ago -- the
Southwest Believers' Convention with Kenneth Copeland. Kenneth made
a remarkable statement that I've not forgotten. He commented on the
fact that our society has come to make 70 years the expected lifespan when in
fact God promised 120 years.
Genesis 6:3 reads: And the LORD said, My
spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh:
yet his days shall be an hundred and twenty years.
We tend to marvel at those rarities we see with folks who are
103 or even 110 and comment on how amazing it is that they have lived so
long. Kenneth went on to say that one of the problems with our society
today is that because of the expected life span of 70 years and the fact that
folks look toward retirement at 65 or 70, (and sometimes a whole lot earlier)
the younger generations are robbed of the wisdom that comes with increasing
age. The body of Christ is no different! I've learned
more from the Lord in the past four years than I have in the previous
70. Layer after layer after layer of the Word is being peeled away
as I'm seeing more and more of what the Lord has for His people. Just
think of what the Lord will reveal over the next 50 years!
sure how I got started there, but let's get back to our adventures and those
marvelous things that God did with my folks, Alvin and Lorraine
Capener. I'll get back to the fox trapping experiences and the
development of the Christian Broadcasting Network in Alaska a bit later, but
let me move along for today.
got a couple more photos to share, and these bear directly on the events I'd
like to cover today.
sure I've already mentioned it, but because of the rather unusual -- and at
times spectacular -- nature of the accomplishments people saw Dad and Mom
perform as a direct result of their ministry, the news media often covered
them. (You'll remember the A.P. coverage of Dad's astounding fishing
season.) Dad's Ham radio work and efforts to provide communications
for the Saint Paul Island residents during the period prior to any kind of telephone
service with the outside world got him written up in Ham radio and
communications magazines on at least two or more occasions.
rather innovative method of building a wall within a wall to prevent frost
transfer in extreme cold became the subject of builders and contractors all
over the country. Mom's efforts to bring non-native plant life to Saint
Paul Island, and her successes in creating a gorgeous flower garden around the
church gained attention literally around the world among gardening experts and
articles and magazine stories had been (and were continuing to be) written
about Alvin and Lorraine Capener, and both Anchorage newspapers (the Times and
the Daily News) had done pieces on their ministry throughout the years.
In the years to come (that's for another Coffee Break) the Daily News would
pick up a story on Mom, the outcome of which would or could impact thousands of
Alaskans and have legal ramifications for Alaska's future.
already noted that Saint Paul Island was home to more than 200 species of
birds. The island was a kind of heaven for birdwatchers, ornithologists
and wild life photographers who didn't mind paying the round-trip airfare from
Anchorage of around $1100. (At the time, we could fly round trip from
Anchorage to London for less than half that amount.) That meant that a
pretty large percentage of the tourist traffic on the island was a fairly
well-heeled bunch financially.
the home Dad had built certainly couldn't be called "luxurious," it
was far and away the nicest home on the island -- and easily the most
comfortable. On one of our trips to the island, Della and I had helped
Dad and Mom remodel the interior (the exterior was nothing to write home
about), and replace some of the older furnishings with some pretty nice stuff.
had gone to great lengths to decorate various rooms, and each room had its own
theme. Dad had become an extremely skilled cabinetmaker throughout the
years of building churches, and his handiwork was on display in virtually every
had taken a couple of Philippine mahogany doors, separated them with sections
of bamboo that had drifted up on the beaches and created a rather large and
book-accommodating coffee table.
match it, he had taken a wine keg from an old ship which had broken apart on a
rocky reef at one end of the island, cut it in half and wrapped each half with
bamboo strips, using the ends of the keg on bamboo standoffs to make two
matching end tables.
said all that to say that the house became a draw to tourists all by
itself. The Capener home, with a couple of spare bedrooms, was -- more
often than not -- a bed and breakfast for tourists, some of whom were
dignitaries from foreign governments, historians, famous authors including the
likes of James Michener (he was working on his novel, Alaska, at the time),
world-renowned photographers, television media and entertainment moguls,
scientists, and even folks like explorer and oceanographer Jacques Cousteau.
(Della and I happened to be at Saint Paul Island when Cousteau sailed his
famous ship, Calypso, into Saint Paul's harbor.)
after year after year after year, the famous and the unknown, the powerful and
the "commoner," the great and the not-so-great made their visits and
pilgrimages to Saint Paul Island. The growing fleet of motorcycles,
mini-bikes, three- and four-wheelers became THE mode of
transportation for all these people. Dad and Mom built a
highly-profitable business out of renting these off-road vehicles despite the
fact that they charged a pittance in rental fees.
talked to Dad about his rental rates one day, and his answer was, "Son,
I'm not trying to get rich off these people. I just want to cover my
costs, and use these bikes as a vehicle (pun intended) to share the
Gospel." And share he did. It is highly doubtful that Dad or
Mom ever kept any record of the number of visitors to the island who came to
know Jesus Christ.
visitors, the tourists and the dignitaries who visited the island were not
their primary objective, however. The Holy Spirit had made it clear that
the spiritual atmosphere of the island was that of a cesspool, a garbage
disposal to be more exact, and that Alvin and Lorraine Capener were there to sow
the seeds of change. The half-dozen young boys on mini-bikes in the photo
below (also taken by Barbara Krizman) were among those who received almost
had developed a practice of sharing Scripture verses. She had purchased
several "Precious Promise" boxes containing Scripture verses on tiny
little cards. When someone would come in to rent a bike -- especially if
it were one of the young people of the island, she would have them take out a
card and read the Scripture verse; and then pray very quickly with them.
the article of the same name published in the Anchorage Daily News on December
bond developed between her and many of the young people. Some of them
dared to come to church on Sundays, and Mom would teach them using flannel
graph stories from the Bible (that was wayyy before the
computer graphics we have today!).
flair for teaching the Bible using these illustrations was unsurpassed.
In the 74-plus years I've been around, I've never met anyone else who could
teach like she did! It paid dividends everywhere she and Dad ministered
-- and the dividends were in the lives of the young people with whom she shared
Paul Island had its equivalent to Paul Patkotak in the arctic. I've
shared with you the story of Paul Patkotak -- the Eskimo from Wainwright,
Alaska -- who prayed for 40 years for the salvation and deliverance of the
Eskimo people scattered across the arctic. In that story, I shared how we
learned that when Paul began to intercede for his people, and for all those
folks he'd attempted to share the Gospel with, it was the exact timing of God's
audible call to my father in that old Methodist camp meeting when the Lord said
to him, "I want you to go to Alaska for me."
when we came to Barrow, the church was built, and the Holy Spirit began to be
poured out just as Paul had prayed, he heard what was happening and -- at 65
years of age (or thereabouts) -- mushed his dogs the 90 miles from Wainwright
to Barrow to see for himself what God was doing. He had literally climbed
over people and waded through the crowd to the front of the church to throw his
arms around Dad and weep at the visible answer to that which he had interceded
all those years.
Paul Island had its Paul Patkotak, too. His name was John
Merculief. Raised in the Russian Orthodox traditions of the islands, he
had left Saint Paul in his twenties and worked several jobs in the
northwest. While in Seattle, he had walked into a Pentecostal church
where he heard the Gospel preached for the first time in his life. The
reality of a personal relationship with Jesus Christ hit home when he bowed his
knees and invited Jesus Christ to become Lord and Savior of his life.
stayed in the northwest long enough to become well grounded in the Word and to
experience the baptism of the Holy Spirit. However, there was an
increasing burning desire within his being to return to the islands and share
with his family the truths of the Word he knew they had missed hearing in the
Russian Orthodox church.
his return to Saint Paul Island, the first person he went to talk to was the
Orthodox priest. The priest had no use for John's sharing of the life of
Christ that was in him, however, and immediately branded him a heretic in the
wasn't about to be deterred. He shared with various family members, and
anyone else in the community that would give him five minutes. He
traveled across the water the 42 miles to Saint George Island where he shared
with other relatives and friends. Some of those family members recognized
the truth of what John was sharing and invited Jesus Christ to become their
Lord as well.
and opposition mounted within the communities, however, among people who could
not see the difference between "religion" and a personal relationship
with Jesus Christ, and considered that John had "departed from the
faith." In fact, John had departed from religion TO faith!
like to finish John's story here, but in interests of keeping today's Coffee
Break from becoming an epistle, let' stop here and pick it up again next week.
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