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I thought I owed you an apology. Or at least a congratulations.
So, congratulations on your upcoming wedding to Elizabeth. She seems nice.
Iâm sorry we didnât get a chance to talk while you were in Gull Lake. I mean, about the Russia thing. The truth is, I was still trying on the idea for size, and didnât want anyone to talk me out of it. I know you were surprised, but after talking to H, I knew that I had to make a change in my life. Go after somethingâ¦significant. I know thatâs hard to understand, but well, I thought long and hard about it, and to cut to the chase, I filled out the application. And, after a thorough (you have no idea) examination, Iâve been accepted by Mission to the World to serve at Moscow Bible Church.
I leave August 25th.
I know this is short notice. I havenât even told my mother yet, but I think probably this is for the best. Sorta like thinning eyebrows. Do it quickly and with a hard jerk and it hurts less. (Maybe you didnât need to know all that.) Anyway, I wanted you to know because, well, I might not make it back for your wedding (since Iâm going for almost a year) and I wanted to tell you that I was very happy for you. And Elizabeth.
Iâm at training camp right now. They presented us all with certificates and an invitation to go to âbootâ camp, and I had visions of PT and weapons instruction. The only weapons-grade instruction Iâve gottenâin-between learning how to cut hair, how to recognize the symptoms of burn-out and a quickie course on beginning Russianâis learning the four spiritual laws in Russian and a book on âRussian culture for beginners.â
Did you know that one of the staples is raw pork-fat soaked in garlic? Itâs called Sala. That will never touch my lips.
Anyway, because there is a shortage of Moscow Bible College teachers, they are fast-tracking my application and giving me a funding grant so I can leave quickly. I donât really know how to say this, except to just say it. Thanks for being my friend all those years. I wish you the best.
Josey
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I sneak into town after midnight. Okay, so it isnât really sneaking. I guess Iâd define sneaking as something attached to trouble. Like, for example, when I hid behind the woodpile just a stoneâs throw from the Berglund house in tenth grade, waiting for Kip Minsonâs headlights to flash by on the service road that parallels our drive. The plan was for him to slide by, then circle around while I dashed out, Starsky-and-Hutch style, and dove for the car.
Who knew what would have happened after that? Kip wasnât only a senior, but a senior with a reputation embedded in his Metallica-shirt, black-boots, spiked-hair and chain-necklace persona. But he had a reputation for kissing well, and me, being the curious Berglund, had asked him for a ride to Lew Sulzbachâs party.
I said curious, not smart.
The funny thing was, and I never really figured out how, Chase got the skinny from someoneâmaybe Hâand guess who I found in the car when I flung open the door?
He could have knocked me over with a pine needle.
âGet in,â heâd said, and something in Chaseâs voice told me that he wasnât afraid of Kip, nor impressed by my shiny black silk camisole and green camo pants. I quickly weighed my optionsâ¦and decided Chase was a pretty good alternative. Especially since he was just returning home from baseball practice and wore his cute little smashed hat and grime on his face. Maybe, deep inside, I heard a tiny voice cheering, but my curiosity meter was louder. Why would Chase care whom I tooled around town with? And, was there a free pizza in my near future?
As it turned out, the cops raided the party and I would have ended up in the clink. Two years too soon.
So, I guess Iâm not really sneaking, but it feels that way as I roll past the dark library, the unlit Dairy Queen, the Red
So, congratulations on your upcoming wedding to Elizabeth. She seems nice.
Iâm sorry we didnât get a chance to talk while you were in Gull Lake. I mean, about the Russia thing. The truth is, I was still trying on the idea for size, and didnât want anyone to talk me out of it. I know you were surprised, but after talking to H, I knew that I had to make a change in my life. Go after somethingâ¦significant. I know thatâs hard to understand, but well, I thought long and hard about it, and to cut to the chase, I filled out the application. And, after a thorough (you have no idea) examination, Iâve been accepted by Mission to the World to serve at Moscow Bible Church.
I leave August 25th.
I know this is short notice. I havenât even told my mother yet, but I think probably this is for the best. Sorta like thinning eyebrows. Do it quickly and with a hard jerk and it hurts less. (Maybe you didnât need to know all that.) Anyway, I wanted you to know because, well, I might not make it back for your wedding (since Iâm going for almost a year) and I wanted to tell you that I was very happy for you. And Elizabeth.
Iâm at training camp right now. They presented us all with certificates and an invitation to go to âbootâ camp, and I had visions of PT and weapons instruction. The only weapons-grade instruction Iâve gottenâin-between learning how to cut hair, how to recognize the symptoms of burn-out and a quickie course on beginning Russianâis learning the four spiritual laws in Russian and a book on âRussian culture for beginners.â
Did you know that one of the staples is raw pork-fat soaked in garlic? Itâs called Sala. That will never touch my lips.
Anyway, because there is a shortage of Moscow Bible College teachers, they are fast-tracking my application and giving me a funding grant so I can leave quickly. I donât really know how to say this, except to just say it. Thanks for being my friend all those years. I wish you the best.
Josey
Â
I sneak into town after midnight. Okay, so it isnât really sneaking. I guess Iâd define sneaking as something attached to trouble. Like, for example, when I hid behind the woodpile just a stoneâs throw from the Berglund house in tenth grade, waiting for Kip Minsonâs headlights to flash by on the service road that parallels our drive. The plan was for him to slide by, then circle around while I dashed out, Starsky-and-Hutch style, and dove for the car.
Who knew what would have happened after that? Kip wasnât only a senior, but a senior with a reputation embedded in his Metallica-shirt, black-boots, spiked-hair and chain-necklace persona. But he had a reputation for kissing well, and me, being the curious Berglund, had asked him for a ride to Lew Sulzbachâs party.
I said curious, not smart.
The funny thing was, and I never really figured out how, Chase got the skinny from someoneâmaybe Hâand guess who I found in the car when I flung open the door?
He could have knocked me over with a pine needle.
âGet in,â heâd said, and something in Chaseâs voice told me that he wasnât afraid of Kip, nor impressed by my shiny black silk camisole and green camo pants. I quickly weighed my optionsâ¦and decided Chase was a pretty good alternative. Especially since he was just returning home from baseball practice and wore his cute little smashed hat and grime on his face. Maybe, deep inside, I heard a tiny voice cheering, but my curiosity meter was louder. Why would Chase care whom I tooled around town with? And, was there a free pizza in my near future?
As it turned out, the cops raided the party and I would have ended up in the clink. Two years too soon.
So, I guess Iâm not really sneaking, but it feels that way as I roll past the dark library, the unlit Dairy Queen, the Red
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