As four sleepy travelers (Jacob, Kami, Logan, & Owen) touched the gravel runway in the 10-seater airplane, we tried to gather ourselves as quickly as possible to "disembark the aircraft." It had been a rather warm, sunny day in Nome, but the fact that the snow was flying outside, there was no "indoors" to this airport to be noted, and that our "ride" seemed to be missing as well, told us that we better bundle up before exiting the airplane. As we dressed ourselves in coats/hats/mittens... a man came on the plane and asked us if we were getting off. I replied, in what turned out to be a rather shaky voice, "I think so." He gave a little smile and laugh. I think it was clear that it was our first time to step foot in the Alaskan Bush!
We finally exited the airplane and it was windy and cold. We gathered our heavy bags (filled with the food and warm clothes that we were advised to bring along) and watched as everyone else drove away on their Hondas (4-wheelers). I looked at the village (wondering which building might be the church and if we did happen to stumble upon it, if it would be unlocked), our pile of bags, our frightened and chilly children, and the airplane. I said to Jacob, "Your mom said, `If it looks too bad, don't let that airplane leave without you. Just get back on, Kami.' " We laughed at her words while in Ohio, but I was beginning to contemplate them as sound advice. Just then, a man drove buy with a trailer and told us to throw our bags in the back...he would take them to the church. As he drove off, it did occur to me that for all we knew, he could be taking them to his home to enjoy our food while we starved and froze to death until, God-willing, the next plane returned. We began our walk and hoped we were headed in the right direction. Before long, an older man pulled up beside us and said, "I thought you weren't coming until 5. Get on." As Logan and Owen were still a bit frightened, I tried to convince the man that we would walk. I don't think he understood, so finally, what do you do, we hopped on...Jacob and Logan over the right wheel well and Owen and me over the left. I held tightly to the rack on the back and prayed the whole way! To my surprise, the boys finally relaxed in our arms. Apparently they found comfort on the 4-wheeler:)
We arrived at the church to find our bags (praise the Lord!) Upon entering the manse (the pastor's house), I was surprised. It was very clean, nice, spacious and warm. After a brief visit, the man left so that we could settle in. Later, a mother and son came to welcome us with a brief visit. Logan, Owen and I went to bed early as we were exhausted and decided we would take it all in better after a good night's sleep.
Over the course of the next 3 days, we gained a good feel for life in Savoonga. Of course, many aspects are still left to our imaginations, namely the weather and darkness, but we definitely gained a good feel of the remoteness and a surface level understanding of the people. I was surprised by the remoteness in two ways. First, as we flew over the Bering Sea, it struck me just how far away is Savoonga. Second, it struck me how well these people have adapted to this isolation. I expected to find a medical center much like the one where I was treated in Mexico City. A single room with a concrete floor, stool, and doctor with a medical bag. In Savoonga, I found a building that looked fairly new, with several exam rooms, a lab, an office, a waiting room, and even a dental room. They have a full-time Physician's Assistant and a Dental Therapist. They're open 5 days a week and on call 24:7. As I looked around the center, it was very evident that they were prepared for emergencies. During our visit, a man injured his head from a fall while suffering a stroke. He was taken to Anchorage and was doing well before we left. Upon news of the accident, the elders in the village gathered at the manse to pray. Later, another person fell ill and Jacob joined elders at his house to pray. We were amazed at the strong prayer life of these people. Other places in the village included, a fire brigade, two story city hall, post office, Seventh Day Adventist Church, Head Start Building, General Store (also a surprise to see how much they carried and aside from the $14 bag of tortilla chips, most items were only $1-$2 more than we're used to), a playground (in dire need of repair/replacement) and a K-12 school. They are currently building a new school that is very impressive. It should open Fall `09. The school they currently use is just steps from the church, as is the general store.
There are two sections of town...the new and the old. The new section of town includes the new school and several new homes. The old section contains everything else, including the church:) The old part is connected with wooden boardwalks. Logan and Owen loved walking on these! Around the old part of town and within the new part are dirt roads. We visited during the time of year when the snow is melting, leaving pools of water (in which the boys enjoyed trying out their new boots) and much trash. We were told that summer cleanup will come around and carry much of it to the dump. We were there early enough to see the beautiful sea ice breaking up. People were just able to begin leaving in their boats to go hunting. Our entertainment was watching them ride by on their Hondas, preparing to leave for hunting season. I think it was light 24 hours a day. The village remained fairly quiet until close to noon, but remained very active until hours after we went to bed. As we went out the first morning and were quite chilly as we played in the snow and such, we realized later that the locals were wise enough to make the most of the later hours of the day when it was warmer! We began to disagree with the description we received upon arrival of Savoonga people having a "slower pace of life." They reminded me of the Indian community whom I lived amidst in South Africa, in that, they worked hard and fast, but prioritized people, so would drop everything to visit and make you feel valued.
We spent most of our days playing within the manse (trying to gain a feel for what it would be like in those long winter months...challenging!) and walking around the village (attempting to meet people and see the town). We found most of the people to be incredibly welcoming as we received numerous smiles, waves, and "Welcome to Savoonga" greetings. We spent quite awhile in the General Store one afternoon as most people we met stopped to talk and share their perceptions of life in Savoonga. Another afternoon, we encountered a group of youth near the beach and they were so nice to play with the boys and visit (even after, to my horror, Owen threw a rock at one of the girls, putting a hole in her much coveted can of soda pop!) Everyone we talked with was quite excited about the possibility of having a pastor in Savoonga again. The last day we were there, a very skeptical looking older man stopped us and said, "Who are you? What are you doing?" (He's the only one who interacted with us in such a direct manner, by the way!) Jacob told him that he may be the next pastor at the Presbyterian church. The man's entire demeanor softened, a big grin covered his face and he said, "Praise God. This village needs a pastor."
We left Savoonga fully convinced that they do need a pastor, but I (much to my dismay) was not fully convinced that we were going to fulfill that role. I know it would be a much easier decision if I were not a mother! But I am and I have concerns for my children (and their grandparents!). As we continue to discern God's calling upon our lives regarding this matter, we will keep you updated on our decisions. I also hope to post pictures from our trip today or soon.