May 6, 2016

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!

Not 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.

I've got a couple more photos to share, and these bear directly on the events I'd like to cover today.

Both of the photos are a bit grainy, but taken from the December 12, 1982 edition of the Anchorage Daily News' newsmagazine, We Alaskans.  The photos are compliments of Barbara Krizman.

I'm 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.

Dad's 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 florists.

Newspaper 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.

I've 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.

Although 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.

Mom 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 room.

He 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.

To 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.

I've 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.)

Year 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.

I 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.

The 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 daily ministry.

Mom 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.

From the article of the same name published in the Anchorage Daily News on December 12, 1982.

A 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!).

Her 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 the Word.

Saint 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."

Likewise 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.

Saint 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.

He 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.

Upon 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 community.

John 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.

Persecution 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!

I'd 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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Blessings on you!