Folks in Alaska say that there is a way to tell the difference between the scat from the black bear vrs the grizzly? Black bear scat is full of seeds from berries, while grizzly bear scat is full of whistles, bells, sneakers and bits of clothing. One day we were sitting at our picnic table and we heard someone call from the next Campsite “Bear coming!” I looked and this massive Boar Grizzly was ambling down the path right to our site. I told Colleen to jump in the car and I jumped behind it. The old boar was too full of something to notice and it ambled down the path within 10 feet of me. Later as we packed up our tent trailer I saw a sign that said. “Bear! No tent trailer allowed.”
We recently spent a weekend at one of our favorite spots. Hope is a tiny historic town still functioning as it was before the turn of the century. It isn’t necessarily for tourists, the folks just like it that way.
In the afternoon we went on a 10.2 mile hike that was strenuous to say the least. A tough trail, but the beauty was beyond description.

Man! I love Alaska!

Trip to Southeast:

There are times when travel gets weary and one longs for the rest and comfort of home, but this trip was just the opposite.
I arrived in Ketchikan to the hospitality of Pastor Charles and Kathleen Geary. The parsonage (I rarely stay in hotels, they are expensive and it’s not good stewardship of the Lord’s money) was comfortable and the food was homey and calming after a long trip from meetings in Walla Walla.
Ketchikan Parsonage





Southeast Alaska is one of the most picturesque places on our planet. The wildlife and scenery are unparalleled anywhere.



We left the next morning from the city dock for the quick flight to Prince of Wales island and the town of Craig. There is a small mobile home there that serves as a parsonage and so Kathleen, Charles and I settled into our digs for the weekend.


Fishing is still on the principle means of income in southeast Alaska. So this is a busy time of the year.

That night we had our first meeting in the Craig church. Members in this church come from all over the island and some travel almost an hour to get to the church. After a great supper (with Banana Cream pie) the Youth led out in a nice song service and then we had a slide show of Alaska and then our talk for the night.


Sabbath was a full day, that ended with a Vespers in the evening. Then Pastor Charles and Kathleen went to do some visiting and I left with Kurt Welser to spend the night at his house.
Kurt and Suzanne’s house Up until recently his place was only accessible by boat but now he has built a real road into it. What takes only 10 minutes by boat requires a lot more time by road so we travelled for almost 90 minutes over roads that were designed for a four-wheeler than a Subaru. But the trip was worth it. We arrived and one of the most beautiful spots I have visited in the southeast. Then we were up at 4:30 am to drive to catch the ferry back to Ketchikan and the continuation of meetings there.

Pastor Charles and Kathleen Geary


More on Ketickikan next issue.

Winter Solstice
I am standing in the kitchen winter looking out into the frigid northland I call home. I spent an hour shoveling snow this morning and then came in to thaw the extremities for a while. While at the sink drinking a glass of water, I watch a tiny chide, its feathers ruffled up against the freezing temperatures, working away on a sunflower seed. Tiny puffs of breath hang in the air as it works. It is a mystery of divine intelligence, why its tiny uncovered legs don’t freeze, yet there the little creature is, happy and contented with its little morsel of food. Thankful for anything that comes along, what a happy joyful creation.
I must admit, even in the dead of winter I love Alaska. Yesterday I was watching, Maurice, (that’s what we call him) a young local, teenage Moose, methodically chewing his way through a neighbor’s favorite bush. He may be the local darling, but he sure can clean up a nice fruit tree in short order.
What is it about this white wilderness that is so inspiring and yet forbidding. Winter in Alaska is all and more that you might think. Cold temperatures, short colorless days, and long frigid nights, I think we are through our third week of subzero temperatures, last night I froze both my hair and my eyebrows, sitting in our outdoor hot-tub watching the full Moon rise over the Chugach Mountains.
Still, there is a beauty here that is unsurpassed. The only real color in winter is the rising sun (now about 9:45 am). It spreads across the southern sky with a blaze of color and light, clinging to the horizon, it follows its brief path to the southwestern end of the Turnigan arm, and then with a glow of brilliant orange it disappears into the forbidden white foothills of the Kenai Peninsula, leaving pink-violet hues of twilight. The hoar frost is clinging to the trees these days, making each tree wear a garland of snow that gives it a white robe of purity. We walk less now, not because of the cold, but because of the brief light. Winter here seems to lend itself toward hibernation, yet the ski trails are alive with pleasure seekers and exercisers.
Our journey through life has its seasons. During the busy endless days of summer, we force the long winter into the recesses of our experience, yet they come, for without them, how could we truly appreciate the lingering warm days of summer. Accept the winter in your life graciously, embrace the joy it gives and God will grant you an inner acceptance and peace throughout life’s journey.
For every time there is a season and a time for every purpose under heaven… He has made everything beautiful in its time. Ecclesiastes 3:1,11
God bless

New Brunswick, Canada

At the end of the round of meetings, I flew to New York to interview a potential worker in the vineyard in Alaska, then on to Bangor, Maine where I rented a car. The 4 hour drive to New Brunswick was beautiful, although the leaves were all gone and winter was in waiting.

I was born and raised in eastern New Brunswick on the shores of a large lake called Grand Lake. I am the fifth generation from these Atlantic shores and I get homesick every time I return. My Mother still lives there in a private care home, however the ravages of Alzheimer’s have taken a deadly toll on her once productive life and it was a hard visit.

The compensation was spending one night of seclusion at our old lakeside cabin. The solitude was healing and the late fall scenery was beautiful.




A few days were spent helping my two sisters on their Organic farm. It was refreshing to get some physical work in the out-of-doors.
On November 14th, I drove back to Bangor and caught a flight to Seattle via JFK in New York city. (I am certainly glad God hasn’t called me there) Because I couldn’t get a flight from Seattle to Portland, I ended up renting another car and driving. It had been a long day, I finally was able to connect with my wife, who had flown in from Anchorage. We stayed at my daughter Heather, and son-in law, Dallas’s Condo. It was nice to reconnect with them after several months of not seeing them.

Sabbath, November 15th, Colleen and I went to church at Meadow Glade, our old home church, where I served as Senior Pastor for almost a decade. It was lovely to reconnect with everyone from our former days. The afternoon and evening were spent at Jere Patzer’s memorial service. It was a moving service and I hope to leave such a profound legacy as that dedicated leader did.
Sunday, I flew to Walla Walla, Washington and was picked up by my son, David. He is a Professor at Walla Walla University, so I again had a place to stay and again saved the cost of a hotel. His wife Nelita is a wonderful hostess, but she sure makes spicy curry.

Monday, November 17th was Walla Walla University board of trustees and Tuesday was President’s council. Wednesday was North Pacific Union executive committee and then I finally got to fly home on Wednesday night.

Year-end meetings
There are times in life where travel, meetings and solitude all mix. This month was one of them. I left Alaska on November 4th for a trip with 11 or 12 legs to it. I first flew to Silver Springs Maryland for year-end meetings. These meeting happen once a year and this is where most of the policy changes take place. The main meetings can be long and tedious, yet at times, most inspirational. I always come away from these meetings with a deep sense of God’s leading in His church. There are a number of difficult issues that must be resolved and the discussion can be intense at times. Our church may soon be facing some of the greatest challenges in its history.

One of the most moving testimonies was the work among the Hmong/Mong people. When the Communist government took over Laos in 1975, Hmong/Mong people were singled out for retribution, and tens of thousands fled to Thailand for political asylum. Since the late 1970s, thousands of these refugees have resettled in United States and Alaska. A recently converted Lutheran Pastor and Theology Professor gave his testimony. Later as I spoke with him, he indicated that there was a large population in Anchorage and he had been here working to convert them. He is open to coming to Alaska to continue his work here with his fellow countrymen.


Another inspirational report was the one on Cognitive genesis study assessing Seventh-day Adventist education. It was a proud and motivating moment to see how our education system excels in every field of endeavour.
More information can be found at: https://cognitivegenesis.netadventist.org/local/showdocs/Year2Reportupdated-1-1.pdf
One of the most productive parts of the meetings is the information you glean from spending time with so many other Presidents and Ministries directors.

Why I love Alaska

After an absence of more than 20 years, I have returned to live in the land I love
Here the skies are clearer and deeper, the mountains majestic and the waters clear, deep and cold. Here the great wonders of nature are revealed. Here the vastness of the arctic, the strange stillness of the Brooks Range is a stillness that only nature knows.

There is actually music in the wilderness that can be heard; here you can hear your own heart beat. Here all the irksome noises of civilization can be left behind. There is a feeling of remoteness even isolation here, yet even in the vast spaces of mountain ranges and rolling tundra carries a certain joy in it’s bosom.
Here the vastness of the wilderness seems to make the voice of the Creator a thousand times more eloquent. There is an eternal timelessness that reminds me of the Almighty. I sense my finiteness, my insignificance in the grand schemes of nature. Man has really made few inroads into the vast wilderness here.
Here nature is the undisputed Master and man either respects it or dies.
Here the mysteries of the cycles of nature are so much more real. She has a harsh reality here that is subdued in the softer lands of the south.
Here the pace of life is different. It seems that the stark contrast of the cycles of the seasons, prepare the heart with hope. Hope springs eternal because one knows that winter will not last forever, but then again, neither will summer.
Here man and animals coexist in a symbiotic relationship that reminds me of Eden. This morning I watched from my office window as a mother moose shepherded her twin newborns down the office driveway and across the street. Traffic sat in patient silence as if she had as much right to the land as anyone else. There are three thousand resident moose within the city limits of Anchorage.
Last week, I had to herd a yearling black bear out of the neighbor’s back yard, and then out of the office garbage bin. He was so innocent and cute and friendly, I wanted to hug him. (I don’t think he would have felt the same way)

Adam and Eve in the garden were objects of the wonders of nature.
The mysteries of the visible universe--"the wondrous works of Him which is perfect in knowledge"[JOB 37:16.] afforded them an exhaustless source of instruction and delight. The laws and operations of nature, which have engaged men's study for six thousand years, were opened to their minds by the infinite Framer and Upholder of all. They held converse with leaf and flower and tree, gathering from each the secrets of its life. With every living creature, from the mighty leviathan that playeth among the waters, to the insect mote that floats in the sunbeam, Adam was familiar. He had given to each its name, and he was acquainted with the nature and habits of all. God's glory in the heavens, the innumerable worlds in their orderly revolutions, "the balancings of the clouds," the mysteries of light and sound, of day and night,--all were open to the study of our first parents. On every leaf of the forest, or stone of the mountains, in every shining star, in earth and air and sky, God's name was written. The order and harmony of creation spoke to them of infinite wisdom and power. They were ever discovering some attraction that filled their hearts with deeper love, and called forth fresh expressions of gratitude.
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Here in the last frontier, you can look out your hotel window and watch a sea otter lounging on its back in the surf with a rock on its stomach, smashing clams and enjoying lunch.
The magnificent orca plays in the waters that are still pristine and unspoiled.
There is something about this country that sets within me a craving for heaven, to be able to commune with nature.

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The whole natural world is designed to be an interpreter of the things of God. To Adam and Eve in their Eden home, nature was full of the knowledge of God, teeming with divine instruction. It was vocal with the voice of wisdom to their attentive ears. Wisdom spoke to the eye, and was received into the heart; for they communed with God in his created works. As soon as the holy pair transgressed the law of the Most High, the brightness from the face of God departed from the face of nature. Nature is now marred and defiled by sin. But God's object-lessons are not obliterated; even now, rightly studied and interpreted, she speaks of her Creator.
If nature is God’s second lesson book, then here is where he speaks of His loving care for us the in the clearest tones, consider the following:
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The beauties of nature have a tongue that speaks to our senses without ceasing. The open heart can be impressed with the love and glory of God as seen in the works of His hand. The listening ear can hear and understand the communications of God through the works of nature. There is a lesson in the sunbeam and in the various objects in nature that God has presented to our view. The green fields, the lofty trees, the buds and flowers, the passing cloud, the falling rain, the babbling brook, the sun, moon, and stars in the heavens, all invite our attention and meditation, and bid us become acquainted with God, who made them all.
Ken Crawford

Last weekend, Colleen and I flew to Kodiak, Alaska. The island itself, is one of lush landscapes with mountains covering much of the terrain, which is why it is called the Hawaii of Alaska. The island gets over 70 inches of rain on average each year, producing a rain forest environment. The beauty of the island is breathtaking. With mountains surrounding the town, there are frequent hikes up to the peaks. The town of Kodiak has a population of about 6,000 and the largest Coast Guard base in the world in located about 5 miles west of town, adjacent to the airport. The economy there is robust and housing is hard to find. Like so many towns in Alaska, it has gone though boom and bust cycles. Kodiak is world renowned for the giant Kodiak Grizzly. The largest bear in the world. The year has been a particularly bad year with many bears in town.

It was nostalgic feeling driving from the airport to town for Kodiak was out first fulltime Pastorate. Our daughter was born here in the little hospital and we learned a lot about the Ministry from the gracious forgiving members. The Adventist church there was built by Maranatha in the late 70s, and when we arrived, the church was growing and had an active church school. It has gone through some difficult times with a lot of members moving away, however now it is growing again with lots of children in Sabbath School.
Like many churches in Alaska, there is a small apartment to accommodate the Pastor who comes once a month from Anchorage, almost 300 miles away. Colleen and I stayed in the little apartment Friday night then, had a lovely Sabbath School and Church Service with a fellowship lunch after.
The members come from varied backgrounds, some transplants from outside (The lower 48) and some native Alaskans. Because of the small congregation they have many challenges especially financial. They just completed a major water leak repair, to the tune of $11,000 which drained all their resources. The leakage problem won’t be solved until they replace the 36 year old roof. The materials alone will be in excess of $30,000 which is an astronomical sum for a small congregation. They are again asking Maranatha to come and replace the roof, but they first must raise the money for the materials.

Later in the afternoon, Colleen and I drove an hour on twisting winding roads to Pasagshak to visit Bill and Kathy Burton, our dear old friends from yesteryear. They live on a 22,000 acre wild Buffalo ranch at the end of the road. It is a place of raw untouched land of incredible beauty. The ranch sits on a great peninsula where you have to frequently stop for buffalo on the road, then a mile long drive down Burton Boulevard amid scenes of such grandeur that it is breathtaking. We spend a lovely evening with them, reminiscing and laughing together. Then back to the apartment for the night and a flight home on Sunday.

Another interesting weekend of Ministry in Alaska.

A visit to Tok, Alaska,
Colleen was sick this weekend and can’t travel with me. She hates staying home as she loves visiting these little churches. However, every weekend is a full weekend from Friday to Sunday, as we have to travel such great distances. She is working full time as well, so she wears herself out.
I leave Anchorage on Friday morning and fly north along the Knik arm. The fall colors were brilliant. The short Alaska summer is now past and the sharp smell of fall is in the air. The needles of great tamarack trees had turned the lower valleys to a bright gold against the deepening red color on alpine meadows. Between snow line and timberline, the endless hillsides had darkened to crimson from the leaves and berries of the high bush cranberries. I am flying low so as I fly, I watch for the rippling movement of brown fur of giant grizzlies as they move on the hillsides, stripping the low lying huckleberry bushes of their precious fruit.
Through the Manatuska valley, I follow the contour of the lower slopes next to a wide river basin. Great poplar trees are drawing their sap back to their roots, to prepare for a long cold winter of hibernation. Interior Alaska is a vast wilderness where one can fly for hours over land so remote, that it seems that seasons must pass and generations of animals live and die, without the sound of an axe or footprint of a human.
In the valleys, great columns of morning mist rise thick off ponds and streams. The air is colder than the water so the lakes and streams will vaporize until they freeze.
I fly past the north side of Sheep Mountain Pass and follow the Caribou creek watershed until I am past the pilot’s landmark. a craggy peak, know to locals as gun-sight mountain. It towers above me as I fly the north face.
Now a vast valley, several hundred miles wide, known as the Copper River basin, opens up before me. Up until this point the weather has been low clouds and calm, but the forecast is to strong winds and moderate turbulence east in the valley. Glen Allen is really a tiny town stretched for miles along the Glen highway. The junction of the Glen Allen and the Richardson highway is really the center of town, but there is not much there.
By now it is getting rough. In the distance, I can see great columns of dust streaming skyward of the cliffs of the Copper river. I have 100 miles to go and I am getting bounced around. Luckily I have gained a 40 mph tailwind which skims me over the ground. My GPS pinpoints Chistochina, and the Red Eagle lodge, yukonred48t@yahoo.com where some friends live. I finally reach the lodge and bounce down, over their power lines and land on their little gravel strip. There are several places cut back into the trees, and I park there not far from Richard’s Cessna and tie down the plane securely.
Judy is away and Richard won’t be home until later, but their son Jonathan is at the lodge. It is an remarkable log structure that is set back in the tree. On the ground are several small log cabins. Jonathan shows me to Gramma’s cabin, where I will stay for the weekend. It is a delightful little log cabin of unknown vintage that has been modernized and updated. I spend a little time building a fire in the stove and then Jonathan prepares a delicious meal for me.
I sleep to the crackle of the wood fire, and the fresh air from the window. The next morning, Dennis and I climb back in my plane and head through the next mountain pass to the town of Tok. It is a rough ride again this morning, but within and hour we are on the ground at the Tok airport.
Don Lee, retired Pastor picks us up and we head for church. The church seats about 50 people and after a rousing Sabbath School lesson, we prepare for the service. Having a guest speaker is special for these folks and I am glad to be here. The head Elder has been out hunting and returned with a Moose he shot. It will fill the larder and help get them through the winter. Now he has to get his 15-20 cords of wood in.
The last time I was here, Colleen and I got up and went for a two or three mile walk on Sabbath morning. When we returned and were picked up for church, out driver exclaimed, you walked for two or three miles. Do you realize its -42 degree F outside? “I thought it was a little chilly!” exclaimed my wife. They told me that it reached -72 degree F, last winter are one point. Brrr!
I love attending these small remote churches where the members are so faithful and dedicated. We have a full church for the divine service and then over to the head Elder’s for a fellowship dinner. After dinner we have an informal meeting for a couple of hours to talk about the needs and the future of their church and then Dennis and I head back to the Lodge. Then wind is unabated so we bounce our way back home, bucking a strong headwind.
How I wish we had the resources to give each of these churches a Bible worker and their own Pastor. Yet even with their remoteness they are so outreach and service oriented. They have their own Radio Station that plays to the area, 24 hours a day, and seven days a week. They also have a health food store and a health clinic.
Our conference is so vast, yet so sparsely populated that it stretches our finances just to maintain area pastor’s in these remote villages and towns. One Pastor’s district in the arctic is almost 700 miles across and he has to fly everywhere. Yet, Christ blesses the work here. His hand is ever over the progress of the work and it is an unspeakable comfort to know that He is in control of His body on earth.

Pastor Ken