Christians, Please Proceed With Caution

culture_hunter_big1I have been feeling serious misgivings lately about my sometimes aggressive discussion of cultural hot-button issues. This was actually pointed out to me by one of my most faithful readers. Am I grateful? Yes. But rather than ceasing to discuss these things, I want to find the most gentle, godly way to go about it.

I see the need to defend Biblical morality for the right reasons (eternal ones), but I often find that I am getting just as political as my counterparts on the other side of the debate. Continue reading

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The Colt

Colts18I don’t expect you to believe what I’m about to tell you. I’m still not sure what to make of it myself. But there is no denying the reality of what happened. My family has been breeding donkeys for generations, and after word got out, many of my uncles and cousins made special trips to my house (from many miles away) just to visit the colt. Continue reading

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Little Italy Restaurante

Little ItalyI sat down to dinner last December with two old friends. John, Richard and I chose Little Italy not only because we love the food but because John and I used to work for the Gialopsoses, who opened the restaurant in 1984. Having dinner there was an amazing experience. Visiting with our old friends — taking in the familiar sights and sounds and smells — helped me to realize how much the family has grown on me since I left many years ago.

I met Spiros and PJ in the summer of 1994, when I was in need of work and Little Italy of servers. I had no inkling of what was in store for me. I have only a tiny bit of Mediterranean heritage (a bit of Bulgarian on my father’s side), but I am very much like Greeks and Italians when it comes to food. I partake of it with almost religious passion. I have never been a strongly disciplined person, and when I suddenly found myself spending 40 hours a week around Spiros’s cooking, I didn’t even put up a fight.

Spiros, rather than taking my enthusiasm for his food as a compliment, could only see the impact I was having on food costs. We had special ink pens with the name and phone number of the restaurant printed on them, along with the saying, “One bite and we gotcha!” He may not have realized how aptly this applied to his employees as well as his guests.

spanakopita-mslb7095_horizOne night Spiros had me taste the spanakopita (spinach, feta cheese, onions and olive oil packed between layers of pastry, brushed with butter and baked to a golden brown). The appetizer hadn’t been selling well, but as Spiros had expected, it was so good that I started selling half a dozen of them every night. No doubt my guests saw the twinkle in my eye when I recommended it. The only problem was, now I was eating spanakopita all the time too. This was most problematic for Spiros’s line chef, whose responsibility it was to make it. Filo dough is very difficult to work with because it is extremely thin and breaks easily. A few weeks after Spiros had me try the appetizer, I was in the kitchen, dishing up a piece at the beginning of my shift. All of a sudden, I heard the line chef behind me, complaining loudly with a thick Greek accent:

“*&%$#, dude, every day you eat a &$%*#@ spanakopita.”

I have rarely met people with a greater capacity to bear with others’ shortcomings than the Gialopsos family. They forgave me for transgressions that would have cost me my job in most places, not out of weakness but humanity. It took me a long time to understand that they were operating from a traditional position. Their restaurant was like an extension of their home. Accordingly, they didn’t want their employees to be part of the restaurant equipment — they wanted them to be sort of like part of the family — if they were willing.

One afternoon, I was moving too fast and swept a bucket of towel sanitizer onto the carpet. Spiros was walking by and complained about my carelessness. The area where the spill landed was already dingy and faded from similar accidents.

I was immediately on the defensive. This was a Saturday, and there was more work to be done than was ordinarily required to open for dinner. However, I had the same amount of time as usual — 30 minutes. Or so I thought. In reality, Spiros expected the opening server to come in a half hour early on Saturdays. I just hadn’t been informed of that. So instead, I was racing around like a lunatic, frustrated and amped up, right when Spiros started yelling at me.

I didn’t know that, in Greek culture, yelling is a fairy normal mode of expression. Greeks are passionate people. But since I hadn’t yet put this together, I was offended — particularly since I considered the sanitizer accident the fault of the clock, not my clumsiness.

I made the mistake of arguing with him, which Greeks consider disrespectful. Of course, to some extent, it is disrespectful anywhere to argue with your boss. But I was pushing Spiros’s buttons directly, which made him yell louder. Before long, we were both standing in the server station yelling at the top of our lungs. While all this was going on, PJ arrived at the restaurant and walked by us without so much as a sidelong glance.

I had never yelled at the person who signed my paychecks before. For all I knew, it was my last shift. But Spiros didn’t seem to mind. This was no shoving match. We were angry, but neither of us was dismissive. This was high-decibel communication. We were each making our boundaries known and expressing how we felt. It was a beautiful moment. Afterward, there was a feeling of greater mutual respect. Each of us had walked a step closer to the other.

Little Italy had humble beginnings. Spiros spent an entire year working 16 hours a day, 7 days a week, saving every dollar that wasn’t nailed down. At the end of that year, he took everything he had saved and bought the building on 88th Street. He and PJ opened the five-table restaurant in 1984. Every person who came in for a meal was wined and dined with old-world hospitality, as though they had stepped from an Anchorage street directly onto a Greek island. Business was slow to pick up, so Spiros and PJ had plenty of time to linger at the tables and visit with their guests.

For the first four years, the restaurant barely paid for the overhead. In the late 1980s, Anchorage had fallen into such a deep recession that you could buy a condo for $15,000. One of my mother’s colleagues drove up the Al-Can highway during the economic earby ahemorrhage and counted an average of 90 cars a day headed out of Alaska, packed with families and their household belongings. It was Hard Times. Spiros and PJ lived in a nearby apartment. One night, PJ awoke at 2am and drove over to the restaurant to find Spiros at one of the tables, fast asleep with his head on the table, a pile of ragged money and restaurant tickets in front of him.

Finally, Spiros found a hidden reservoir of strength, printed up flyers and started putting them out in neighborhoods all over the area. He worked late at night, trudging through snow banks, he wouldn’t be mistaken for a bear or a burglar by a neighbor with a shotgun. Little by little, the business began to grow. Over the next several years, they knocked out walls and added tables.

Little ItalyI joined the team a couple of months shy of the Little Italy 10-year anniversary celebration. Spiros created a special menu and brought in a live Greek band for the occasion. It is astonishing to me that, just a few days ago, the Gialopsoses celebrated 30 years of business in South Anchorage. They have added a second business on the end of the building ― 88th Street Pizza.

The Gialopsos children ― Akis, Anastasia and Amalia, were small children when I began working at the restaurant. Akis was 6 years Spiros & Emilyold and decked out in a tiny suit when he started helping out in the restaurant. Now he is well over six feet tall, fluent in both Greek and English. Anastasia is married and has two children of her own. I haven’t kept up with Amalia as well, but from all accounts, she is doing well. All of them share a family bond that eludes many people in our country.

I thank God for the opportunity to work with the Gialopsos family.  It was a unique and life-changing experience. God bless you, Spiros, PJ, Akis, Anastasia and Emily. I love all of you.

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The Voice of the Martyrs

rapture“Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed–in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.” –1 Corinthians 15:51-52

It sounds like a fairy tale ― most of it, at any rate. Mansions in heaven. No more crying, pain, disease or ugliness of any kind. Continue reading

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God Save Israel

Star-of-DavidI don’t know anyone who isn’t tired of watching the endless wars in the Middle East. The fighting there sends a ripple effect through the region and ultimately the whole world. In the end, everyone pays. But who is to blame? Is it the Jews or the Arabs who should be dealt with severely? We are often told that Israel is oppressing the Palestinians. But what is a “Palestinian”? Continue reading

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The Edge


I have come to the conclusion that God often allows the Christian to go through such complete emotional/psychological dismemberment that nothing is left except the thing he started with — following Christ no matter what may come. Continue reading

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The Kindness of God

Jesus-Christ-with-Lamb1-280x190A close friend sent me an article that posed the question: Does our sin prevent the Holy Spirit from moving in our lives?

The question is a difficult one. The answer is bound to lie somewhere between two cultural extremes. Continue reading

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