Well, I stayed the night in Anchorage last night to attend a dinner with some people I met at church. I got a ride into town for Stake Conference. Let me talk about that...
I had to arrive early for Stake Conference, since, unlike the Bay Area, the director of the choir was in need of breathing bodies to participate in the choir. Since there are less people in Alaska, there are not as many willing people to sing in the choir. If there are willing participants out in the Bush, they can't make the trip for it. Therefore, she was begging for people to participate. I attended the Beach Lake ward on Sunday, which is where the director attends and begged during Sunday School and Relief Society. I decided, that despite my confidence as a choir participant, I enjoy singing and as long as I don't offend the Lord's ears I will do just fine! So, I made arrangements to attend choir practice later that day, and to participate the following week at Stake Conference.
Stake Conference was here before I knew it and I was terribly nervous as Jimi drove me into town. When I found a seat on stage, I realized there were microphones setup and one right next to me!!! Yikes! I became even more nervous, especially when the IT person said that the mics were very sensitive and were picking up the sound of the seats flipping up when we stood. That meant that everyone in the building would hear me! That completely terrified me. I finally said a little prayer and felt calm for the first time that morning. Here I was, not even nine o'clock and already traveled a roller coaster of emotions. Finally, we began to go over the pieces we planned to sing for the conference. We sang two preludes, a special number, and the closing song. It was quite a fun experience, and later at dinner, my new friends shared with me that they thought the humble stake choir actually sounded nice this time! Haha! That was definitely a good feeling. Especially, when I found out they actually broadcast stake conference to three Bush areas in the state! That's over a thousand miles away from where we sat!!! Had I known that last week, I don't know if I would have followed through with it!!!
Stake Conference was really good! One of the speakers was the Branch president of one of the Bush District areas. He hadn't attended (outside of the broadcasts) a stake conference in over ten years. His talk and testimony were uplifting and sincere. I really enjoyed listening he and his wife's testimonies of life and church in the Bush village/city of Kotzebue. It also let me know that when I get out to The Bush to teach, there will be a place for me to maintain an active church life. The gospel is the same everywhere and even here over 3000 miles from where I have lived for over a decade, the gospel of Jesus Christ lives, breathes, and grows.
One of the speakers quoted one of my favorite poems called "The Man in the Glass." I remember my high school basketball coach giving each of us a framed copy of the poem and a compass. I have kept both over the years, as well as a compass that Nancy (Hi, Nancy (= ) gave me some years back. The compass has been a great symbol for me, both morally and mentally.
I had dinner with three individuals: Taylor (male, 28ish), Diane (female, 26ish), and Christina (female, 26ish). They all come very different walks of life. Diane...born and raised in Alaska but in the area where she says they "wear a rifle across their backs" and the movie "Brother Bear" is not allowed to be played in schools because of its anti-hunting message. However, I didn't get that from the movie, just a message to respect the hunt, but whatever, we won't get into that. She teaches French at a local middle school. Christina, born and raised on a Navajo reservation on the Arizona side and English as her second language. She works as a physical therapist's assistant. Really cool girl and we've decided a pathological liar, at least when it comes to the stories she tells about Taylor. Ahhh, Taylor...the token man of the evening. Born and raised in Utah and came to Alaska because Alaska chose him and not the other way around. A speech therapist of only 9 months and served a Spanish speaking mission in Oregon. Go, Ducks!!! We had dinner, chatted, and watched a wonderfully Sunday appropriate film and then called it a night. Good times. After Taylor dropped me off at the Baxter condo, I spent some time chatting with my other new friend Joanna. Nice girl and look forward to many an adventure with her.
Today, I have been busy studying, returning phone calls for jobs I can't interview for because I just accepted a temp job to last 2 months, and preparing for my midterm that I plan to take as soon as I finish this entry. I also got to see a hot police officer at the Downtown Transit Center as he pulled a kid aside to "chat" by the police car. I am not gonna lie, I was hoping he wanted to talk to me too! =)
What a full day I have had! As I close this entry, I would like to add one more thing. Never, forget to take an extra pair of socks with you. Just in case you decide to walk along a path, accidentally lose your footing, and step only inches off the said path, right into snow that has not been trodded on, therefore you sink halfway up your leg and snow goes into your boot, but since you brought your boots but forgot socks, now your foot is awfully cold. Just sayin' is all...
ej
I had to arrive early for Stake Conference, since, unlike the Bay Area, the director of the choir was in need of breathing bodies to participate in the choir. Since there are less people in Alaska, there are not as many willing people to sing in the choir. If there are willing participants out in the Bush, they can't make the trip for it. Therefore, she was begging for people to participate. I attended the Beach Lake ward on Sunday, which is where the director attends and begged during Sunday School and Relief Society. I decided, that despite my confidence as a choir participant, I enjoy singing and as long as I don't offend the Lord's ears I will do just fine! So, I made arrangements to attend choir practice later that day, and to participate the following week at Stake Conference.
Stake Conference was here before I knew it and I was terribly nervous as Jimi drove me into town. When I found a seat on stage, I realized there were microphones setup and one right next to me!!! Yikes! I became even more nervous, especially when the IT person said that the mics were very sensitive and were picking up the sound of the seats flipping up when we stood. That meant that everyone in the building would hear me! That completely terrified me. I finally said a little prayer and felt calm for the first time that morning. Here I was, not even nine o'clock and already traveled a roller coaster of emotions. Finally, we began to go over the pieces we planned to sing for the conference. We sang two preludes, a special number, and the closing song. It was quite a fun experience, and later at dinner, my new friends shared with me that they thought the humble stake choir actually sounded nice this time! Haha! That was definitely a good feeling. Especially, when I found out they actually broadcast stake conference to three Bush areas in the state! That's over a thousand miles away from where we sat!!! Had I known that last week, I don't know if I would have followed through with it!!!
Stake Conference was really good! One of the speakers was the Branch president of one of the Bush District areas. He hadn't attended (outside of the broadcasts) a stake conference in over ten years. His talk and testimony were uplifting and sincere. I really enjoyed listening he and his wife's testimonies of life and church in the Bush village/city of Kotzebue. It also let me know that when I get out to The Bush to teach, there will be a place for me to maintain an active church life. The gospel is the same everywhere and even here over 3000 miles from where I have lived for over a decade, the gospel of Jesus Christ lives, breathes, and grows.
One of the speakers quoted one of my favorite poems called "The Man in the Glass." I remember my high school basketball coach giving each of us a framed copy of the poem and a compass. I have kept both over the years, as well as a compass that Nancy (Hi, Nancy (= ) gave me some years back. The compass has been a great symbol for me, both morally and mentally.
I had dinner with three individuals: Taylor (male, 28ish), Diane (female, 26ish), and Christina (female, 26ish). They all come very different walks of life. Diane...born and raised in Alaska but in the area where she says they "wear a rifle across their backs" and the movie "Brother Bear" is not allowed to be played in schools because of its anti-hunting message. However, I didn't get that from the movie, just a message to respect the hunt, but whatever, we won't get into that. She teaches French at a local middle school. Christina, born and raised on a Navajo reservation on the Arizona side and English as her second language. She works as a physical therapist's assistant. Really cool girl and we've decided a pathological liar, at least when it comes to the stories she tells about Taylor. Ahhh, Taylor...the token man of the evening. Born and raised in Utah and came to Alaska because Alaska chose him and not the other way around. A speech therapist of only 9 months and served a Spanish speaking mission in Oregon. Go, Ducks!!! We had dinner, chatted, and watched a wonderfully Sunday appropriate film and then called it a night. Good times. After Taylor dropped me off at the Baxter condo, I spent some time chatting with my other new friend Joanna. Nice girl and look forward to many an adventure with her.
Today, I have been busy studying, returning phone calls for jobs I can't interview for because I just accepted a temp job to last 2 months, and preparing for my midterm that I plan to take as soon as I finish this entry. I also got to see a hot police officer at the Downtown Transit Center as he pulled a kid aside to "chat" by the police car. I am not gonna lie, I was hoping he wanted to talk to me too! =)
What a full day I have had! As I close this entry, I would like to add one more thing. Never, forget to take an extra pair of socks with you. Just in case you decide to walk along a path, accidentally lose your footing, and step only inches off the said path, right into snow that has not been trodded on, therefore you sink halfway up your leg and snow goes into your boot, but since you brought your boots but forgot socks, now your foot is awfully cold. Just sayin' is all...
ej