Delighted to Share with You
August 20, 2007 Leave a comment
by Stacey Kiekintveld
It was six years ago. My husband Joel had left a job working for a church and we were seeking out what was next. We found a little house on the north side of town in what was considered Anchorage’s “ghetto.” Joel ended up working for Anchorage Youth for Christ running a teen drop-in center, Parachutes, in the Dimond Mall on the south side of town. We started attending Crosspoint Community Church also located on the south side of town and, at that time still meeting at Klatt Elementrary School.
Nearly five years ago Jeff Littlejohn came to Anchorage and held an ABCD Conference at Crosspoint. It was there that I began to think about this idea that we should be living at the mobile home park. After all, if it was the area of town that we were trying to “reach.” Then I suppose we should actually live there ourselves. Four years later, after many hours of discussion on a dusty dirt road near Dawson City, we decided to make the leap. Last spring we sold our house in Mountain View and bought a mobile home (a double wide) in Dimond Estates.
The cost of living in Anchorage is high and there is very minimal affordable housing. Many of the city’s lower income families find themselves with few choices, one of those choices being a trailer. Dimond Estates is one of the larger and nicer mobile home parks in a city that has a good number of them. We estimate that anwhere from 1500-3000+ people live on Dimond Estates’ 522 lots.
There is a stigma that goes along with living in a mobile home park. For many reasons it’s not a place that people take pride in. Some of my dreams would be to improve the community in the park to such an extent that people would not be ashamed to say they live there; to make this mobile home park esthetically a great place to live for people who cannot afford to live anywhere else; to build community where kids have a great place to play and where people know one another; to make services available like medical or financial clinics, after school clubs, soccer leagues, garden clubs…I can just go on and on with this list. I dream of a park that people could actually be proud of living in, which, to be honest at this point in time for myself, is a little bit humbling.
Organically, little things have already begun to happen. One example was TV Turn Off week at school. During that week, we had kids over after school to draw with sidewalk chalk, blow bubbles, and play Kick the Can. Through those activities I know more of the kids’ names and a few more adults too. Our first “plan of action” is to organize a neighborhood meeting in order to learn and discover what the people here dream and hope for living in this community. Through this beginning, hopefully, we will begin to develop a neighborhood association.
Deep down in my heart, however, I know that if none of my dreams become a reality, God really just called me here to love the people He brings my way. That is really what it comes down to right? Loving people no matter what their situation is or where they live. Brining peace and love and hope to a community where little is to be found. Bringing heaven here on earth.
We loved you so much that we were delighted to share with you not only the gospel of God but our lives as well, because you had become so dear to us. (1 Thessalonians 2:8). SK




