Friday, April 08, 2005

A One-Page Dust Description

For my application to the Fullbright Scholarship (which I didn't end up getting), I had to write a one-page curriculum vitae (what makes me tick). The process of summing up "me" into a single page was both frustrating and rewarding. No person fits in a single page--but there IS a lot you can lay down. It's a little "over the top" because I'm trying to nab the scholarship committee's attention--one applicant in a field of thousands. Still, here it is. . . .

Dustin Kunkel, Outdoor Education, United Kingdom (Edinburgh, Scotland).

I grew up on two continents. My identity sinks deep roots into West Africa and the wild Northwest of the United States. I lived with my parents in Ghana, West Africa for the first seventeen years of my life. They were Christian aid workers who worked with both the blind and deaf populations and trained leaders in multiple languages and people groups. My father to this day can speak international sign language, as well as “greet people” in seven or eight African languages.

I grew up speaking Ashanti Twi, the trade language in Ghana, hunting in the bush, and playing football with my Ghanaian friends. We lived in Kumasi, in the midst of a number of outlying immigrant villages. I had friends from the Dagomba tribe, the Dagati tribe, the Frafra tribe, the Mamprusi tribe, the Bimoba tribe--friends from all over the north of Ghana. In Africa, people eat fufu and peanut-soup from a common bowl, and I cannot escape the power of this daily ritual on the plot of my life--I ate from the same bowl with friends from five tribes.

My mother is the greatest influence on my intellectual development; she home-schooled me for much of my childhood. Unlike most “home school moms,” she was an honest-to-goodness college-educated history and literature teacher. Her love for people and their context in time, culture, and history rubbed off on me. To this day, mom can tell you all the salient facts about any person she knows—and the facts become a full-blown oration on the context of their lives! My mother also taught me to “own” my education at a very young age. When I returned to the United States to finish high school, I tested at a university level, and I couldn’t understand why other students didn’t want to learn. I love to learn, and I love to change through that learning. My classroom’s always been the world, not a building.

On my return to the United States I was shocked by the amount of “stuff” in the aisles at supermarkets, and the amazing number of choices at Costco and McDonald’s. Yet it seemed like people here missed out on the richness of life I experienced sitting in a circle of friends around the fufu and peanut-soup.

Because I couldn’t find this in the American culture to any great extent, I went looking for this pace of life and depth of experience in the outdoors—in the mountains and rivers of Montana and Idaho and Oregon. In my escape from American plenty, I stumbled upon my life’s great work and joy. I became an outdoor educator, and a trainer of leaders. The Northwest is full of wildness, and still remains the end of the trail for westward expansion—and it shows. The classrooms were built here only recently, and every window you look out has crags and trees and vistas beckoning you into the wild.

I fly fish with abandon every chance I get, climb the 10,000 foot volcanic peaks of the Cascades, and raft-guide on the wild and scenic Salmon river in Idaho. I’ve led youth expeditions through Glacier National Park, in the Cascades, and on the Salmon River. The outdoors has become a place for me where “real” life can be discovered, where “classroom” disappears and learning becomes who I am, not what I do for an hour a day in a classroom. I’ve found great joy in leading young men and women towards an ownership of their learning through the outdoors. And because I am a leader, I receive even greater joy when I help a young person with leadership potential grow into his or her gifts.

As a “third culture kid” (one who is neither of the “home” culture nor the indigenous culture) I have always felt like a bridge-builder. I am uniquely gifted by my upbringing to sense where people are coming from, no matter what the cultural background. I have a deep desire to see bridges built between cultures. Up to this point in my life, I haven’t matched my African boyhood to my American higher education, but now I’m ready. The first phase of my research (the Masters level) will probably not occur on the continent of Africa, but then again--I’m not trying to duplicate my childhood. Instead, my goal is to embrace my multi-cultural and leadership abilities and meld them with my love for experiential learning and the outdoors.

I’m hoping that my future holds a career that allows me to coach young western leaders into cross-cultural skills, leadership abilities, and an awareness of the depth of relationships that they can have with other tribes and cultures. I don’t believe the long-term solution to our problems is through politics.

It’s at a deeper level the change occurs: the level of walking together, working together, eating together. I believe that people change people, and putting them together in a circle of trust changes their lives, and a little part of their world. I am driven by this dream: to see people of different cultures and continents meeting in places where our heart-hungers intersect. It might even be around the soup-bowl.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Reasons Dust is Going to Scotland

Here's the letter I gave my congregation last fall when I decided to go to Scotland to get a Masters degree. Since then, I've got a few more reasons for taking off into the wild blue, but I'll write about them later. . . . for now, here's the letter:

To the brothers and sisters at Trinity:

I shared the following news at the Voters Meeting on November 17, and I am now taking a little more time and space to share my thoughts with you.

I have been accepted to a Masters program (and hopefully also PhD studies to follow) at the University of Edinburgh in Scotland for Outdoor/Experiential Education. The program begins next September and I plan on serving Trinity until the beginning of June. I consider this a “call” to develop and invest the gifts God has given me, for His purposes, to serve His Church.

This decision has come after many months of prayer and questioning and listening to God. I truly believe it is primarily not a decision to leave Trinity but rather a decision to obey God’s call for myself and my family. All of you at Trinity have been a grace and blessing to us in too many ways to count.

My hope is that you will continue to support us once you consider the reasons behind this call:

It’s a call to grow in my ability to make disciples for the Lord. Through the Masters and PhD research programs, I have the opportunity to study and develop student leaders through servant events, international expeditions, and small groups.

It’s a call to serve someday as a professor in higher education (university setting) or simply return to serving the Church with better training. Either way, my goal is to work with youth and young adults as servant leaders, which I believe is a core value of mine.

It’s a call to share my international experience (my first 17 years as a missionary kid) with my wife and daughters. Janette has never traveled outside the country with me. We have a deep desire to share that part of my experience and skills together.

It’s a call to be a “bridge-builder” because of my international experience and particular set of talents and abilities.

It’s a call to “seminary” for me. Based on what you’ve read above, and what you know about me, you will recognize my call is to leadership development, and the multiplication of disciples. I want to learn how to grow disciples like Jesus did—in the “field.” Once I had listened to what God has made me by His Grace, I was able to look for a program that would help me grow in those areas, a program that would help me invest the talents He has given. In that sense, I believe wholeheartedly that this further training is an act of stewardship. I am called to invest His gifts in me as a leader for the good of the Church.

A very high priority for me is caring for the well-being of my family. I consider this a “window of time” in which we can be more mobile without hurting our family dynamic. Once the girls are pre-teens or teenagers, it is important to be settled as a family. So, as I considered how to care for my daughters, I felt that if I was going back to school it had to be now—or after they grew up and left home.

One of the common questions we’ve been asked is “Why Scotland and not here in the U.S.?” There are many experiential education Bachelor programs (4 year degree) in the U.S., but very few that go on to the Masters or PhD level. The program at the University of Edinburgh has the longest tradition in the UK (over 30 years) and is well known throughout the world for its development of outdoor educators. Plus, the staff who teach in the program have experience in youth-led expeditions and cross-cultural education—two areas that drive my calling.

Why have I chosen to share this with you so early—7 months before we are done here? In some ways, it might be easier on all of us if I had waited and announced a month before I left. It would remove some of the uneasiness of working together knowing that I will be gone soon. But I chose to tell you now so that we have the opportunity to work together, and carry out my primary call: “to equip God’s people for works of service so that the Body of Christ might be built up, until . . . we become mature. . .” (Ephesians 4:12, 13). In my role as your Director of Youth and Education, I believe God has given me some work to do with you in the coming months. Here’s a short list (please visit with me if you have questions about any of it):

++Empowering the Christian Education Team and Youth Team to refine their vision and goals for their areas.
++Encouraging Trinity to “Get smaller as we get bigger.”
++Helping members of Trinity to see that “people mentoring people” is how we make disciples.
++Implementing the Faith Stepping Stones System—a strategy to help our families become the molders of faith in the home, and for our congregation to reach out to families in our neighborhood through quality Stepping Stones workshops.
++Strengthening the TLC Release Time program through a team of people who “own” its purpose, and want to see it as the foundation for outreach to the Oregon City H.S. campus.
++Mobilizing youth leaders in the O.C. area into a committed and united front to reach students (at present O.C. youth leaders DO NOT meet or connect in a meaningful way).

Finally, I ask for your help in a number of ways:

Janette and I have been through a grieving process as we approached this decision, and we ask that you consider this a very normal feeling because there is a loss. Please grieve with us, but at the same time remember that we are not leaving you because of anything you have done. In fact, we believe and trust that the Lord Jesus will keep us close in His Spirit even while away.

Please ask God to provide for our needs as we approach this move. The costs for this education will be high, as will the travel and living arrangements. Ask God to be our great provider.

Please ask God to raise up more and more leaders from within Trinity to help lead the Church. I believe that the Spirit has given His gifts to this body of believers and you have everything you need to do His work and will, His way.

And finally, please ask God to give Janette and me clear guidance during this adventure. Ask Him to make us faithful, available, and trainable under His Spirit.

Serving Him, Serving You, Dustin

Wednesday, March 30, 2005


Kunkel Fam at Easter Posted by Hello


Mom Vicki and daughters at Easter Posted by Hello


Zoe prays in her sleep! What a holy child Posted by Hello


Aunt Tiff, Mom and the girls Posted by Hello


Look Mom, the bunny really does lay eggs! Posted by Hello

We're Out of Our House!

Its done!

We're finally out, and its been quite the move:

  1. Janette can't lift anything heavier than a postage stamp
  2. She's still recovering from her operation (doing well) but is in a lot of pain
  3. Instead of taking everything out at once like a "normal" move, we had to send it to the four corners of the earth. . . . some to sister Karalyn and fiance Danny, some to long term storage, some to Kevin and Amy, some to the Trinity mission team for their rummage sale, some to the Digregorio's for our stay in May and trip to Edinburgh, and finally, some to the Brockman's where we're staying for the month of April.
  4. Yech!
It was the kind of move that I couldn't get much help for because it happened over a week, and it was all these little trips one at a time. . . . so I lifted and moved almost everything myself (thanks be unto Danny, Carter, Jordan, Kevin).

How weird it is to live in someone else's home. There's a sense of loss. . . . but strangely, a sense of peace and a lightening of the load. Along with releasing so many of our physical possessions, there has been a releasing of a weight on our souls. Its hard to express, but very real. And God brings His comfort at the most unexpected times. . . . like one of our neighborhood Christians stopping her car as she drove by to listen, cry, and talk with Janette. What a blessing dropped out of the blue like a mercy package dropped to starving people in the desert.

I'm listening to the new Jars of Clay as I write this. I'm not one to listen to much "christian" music because I think its an industry, but these guys consistently create authentic music that comes from a place of struggle, pain, and redemption. Go out and buy it.

And then listen to it for a month. . . .nonstop.

More on listening to good art in another post. . . I have strong opinions about good music and how often we should be listening to it.
Dust

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Brokenness In Marriage

Kunkel Fam Adventures
Brokenness in Marriage

Janette and I had the opportunity to visit with and listen to a young couple yesterday. They are struggling mightily in their marriage, with all the usual things that young couples struggle with--what part of my family heritage to I keep? What part do I release? How much of me does my spouse get? Is there an "us?" or just each of us sharing living quarters? What does the "us" mean in practical ways? What if I want to do things my way? Am I really ready to come out of this cave, where I've been licking my wounds, and let my partner see me, touch me. . . and on and on. . . .

Every one of these HUGE issues Janette and I have already dealt with together, and it struck me that when we began to experience release in our oneness, it all stemmed from a particular attitude: brokenness.

To be "broken" means you quit trying to be the perfect person, you quit trying to cover up the crap, you quit wearing masks (as best as you know how) with the one you love. In a very real sense, brokenness is an attitude of "not doing" rather than "doing." Instead of trying harder, you begin to strip down. You meet each other in the bushes, in the garden, and begin to help each other take the fig leaves off.

Brokenness takes all the energy we usually reserve for "looking good" in the eyes of the world and our partner. Brokenness is the starting point, but its also the ending point. You may have made the commitment at the altar, but did you know the commitment was to be of "one flesh?" And that means you must allow your partner, your one flesh, to see you as you are, and just stand there. And who likes to stand naked in front of anybody?

If you focus on this brokenness, God will make the effects flow from it. Don't put the cart before the horse, like we did so many times in our marriage. Don't try to fix things, or add fresh burdens to your spouse's shoulders, without first being broken together in the garden of His delight.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

to a recovering wife

poemadventure

half bent

not so epic today

green shirt

old navy green with the little blue whale

you wanted to wear on st paddy's day but were too sick

could barely move

even though your smile held the hints

not for the average wind-lover

but for me--who flies kites off your smiles in the wee hours of the mornin'--

for me there was a promise of a good breezy day

and you who walk like the iliad through my odyssey

cut strings, rip papers,

trample thorns and the scars made by them

leave me happily wounded one more day to be with you.

Things we've done that no one should have--at our age. . . .

Kunkel Fam Adventures

I've been thinking a little about what Janette and I have that's so special. . . .

After all, every couple has something that they think is cool about them, something that makes them different from everyone else.

But J. and I HAVE been through some interesting stuff--especially for people our age:

We parented 52 children in two years. Some were in for a day and gone. Some were there for the entire two years.

We helped a number of them graduate. . . . kids who may or may not have graduated without us.


(I pause in wonder. I'm not trying to brag. I really am in wonder that God would choose people like us to be involved in this kind of stuff. But wait. . . it gets even better.)

I got to walk a daughter down the aisle when I was 29.

I got to hold one of my first grandchildren in my arms and bless her when I was 30 (I also helped save her life, but that's another story).

We recorded an album 5 years ago, and though parts of it are rough (too little time and money to do it completely right) and make me wince there are still parts that make me cry. Its all songs I sang to my daughters and son (Jake) in the Shepherd's Home.

If I think back even a little further I can see a long line of young people mentored, loved, encouraged walking through the "peach pit"--our marriage student housing at the university, or hiking the trails around camp together. We were only 22 back then. I remember former roomates living in our basement for 3 months because they had nowhere to go. And the colonel walking in with his band buddies and asking if he could practice in the basement too. Umm. Does that add up to four roomies, plus the colonel, plus his three band buddies, plus Kevin Brewer in the back corner. . . is that nine?

And a single bathroom.

Well, that's not so special. I'm sure there are other people out there who've lived that life in college.

What really blows me away is the family stuff I talked about. That stuff makes me feel really really old. Old in my bones. From experience, from being there--even if I was only 26 at the time.

I walk around, and I know I look to most people like the latest band reject from "making the band," or maybe some surf bum fresh off the water. . . but underneath it all I'm a grandpa.

Yeah, I know, you'll say they're not from my "real" kids and its not the same thing.

But in my heart they're mine. I pray for them all the time. The circle of my heart doesn't know how far it can stretch; it just keeps stretching.

I know you can't read this yet, grandkids, but I love you. Orion, Ionna, Emily.

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Adventure in the Trinity--a New Companion Site

If you want to read stuff that Dust has written (as well as select stuff from other people) that will challenge you and help you in this irreversible change we call growth. . . . then click on the link in the right column to "Adventure in the Trinity."

Peace,
Dust

Janette is Home!

Janette came home from the hospital. The Dr. said there were no complications. No news is good news, I suppose!

She's in a lot of pain, but that doesn't keep her from making sure the house is the way she wants it. You're amazing honey. . . . but you should go lie down!

Thanks to all who have been praying for her. Now pray for a full recovery.

Dust

Monday, March 14, 2005

Prayers for Janette's Operation

Friends,

We're preparing for an operation that happens at 3PM Tuesday March 15th.

Janette is going to have a hysterectomy. She has been seeing doctors for a number of years, tried a number of medications, and its the best bet for her health right now. Also, we are opting to do this while we are still in the U.S.

Please pray for her. Its a rather major operation, and it means she'll be bed bound for the next week, and after that, unable to do any kind of major lifting or work for another 3 or 4 weeks.

I will try to put short updates on this site, or she might be doing it too with the laptop if she's in bed!

Dust

Saturday, March 12, 2005

Metolius Musing

I fished the Metolius today. . . . if you've never been, you should. You don't have to be a fisherman to enjoy it. The river is the only one I know that leaps out of the ground fully-formed. There's a crinkle in the earth between Black Butte and 3-Fingered Jack on the east side of the Cascades, and the river hides itself in the crinkle for miles and miles, I suppose, until it comes frothing out 30 feet wide from the cleavage of a hill hidden in Ponderosas. I made the pilgrimage today to this site and quietly stood and watched the water flow.

It doesn't stop, nor has it let up as far back as any human being can remember. Metolius is an Indian word, so I guess it was around in their day too.

Usually at this time of year--in a "normal" winter--I'd be trudging through snow up there on the East side. Today, the sun was out, the sky was, well, a blue that defies using a metaphor for it, and the Ponderosas arched over the river like cathedral pillars. Vanilla wafts through the air--before you start to laugh, you should know that the bark of Ponderosas puts off a pungent scent--just like vanilla. Try sticking your nose right up inside the crease of a Ponderosa and smell for yourself someday. (Thank you, Bob Baker for making me stick my nose 12 years ago in a craggy old Ponderosa standing on the flanks of the Bitterroot range!)

I fished some, but what I really did was smell, and listen, and look. I walked some, but what I really did was sit, and think, and stick my head in the water when it got too hot. I saw no fish rise all day. They're in-between the great hatches. The blue winged olives are almost gone and the March Browns and yellow stoneflies are yet to come. The fish were on the bottom and were not coming up. And I really wasn't in the mood to go down and get them with a fatty nymph.

Something every person should do regularly is be out in the woods for a whole day, or in the fields, and be a part of the day as it happens. From dawn to dusk. Don't go inside. Don't take a nap--okay, maybe a short one in the sun like a lazy cat if you have to. Don't take the phone. Its even better if it's a 3-day or week-long, but few of us make that happen.

What you'll find is context. And we really miss context in this world. Between the folded fingers of dusk and dawn lies a whole world. From first light to last light, there are subtle changes and countless happenings. I found it took me most of the early afternoon to just stop worrying. Once I released the worries, the sun and river and Ponderosas with their vanilla-laced fingers did the rest. Most of us know this. It's not a new thing. But to experience it?

Maybe we like our worries too much to go out and release them.

Did I say "rest?" That's what it is.

In a crinkle between two hills, in the cleavage of volcanic rock and moss, a river rises from the earth. His very footstool.

Dust

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Kunkel's Create a Blog to Keep You in the Loop!

This site is an effort by us to keep you in the loop. . . .

There's a secondary reason that could be even more important (does that make it a primary reason?): Dustin has always loved to share his thoughts about the purpose of life, and the deep-tissue way that God loves to work in us.

Checking this blog weekly will be an opportunity for anyone who's enjoyed conversations with me to tune in and get more than just news--maybe a little brain or heart-start.


Peace!

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Kunkel Fam Adventures

Kunkel Fam Pix


The Fam--SuperSize! Posted by Hello


Sisters, Christmas '04 Posted by Hello


Storm Peak Lake, 8500 ft, Central Idaho. . . .A cutthroat on every cast. . . . Posted by Hello