Playing in the Street

"And the streets of the city shall be full of boys and girls playing in its streets," Zech 8:5

When I was young, my mother would say, in joking frustration, "Go play in the street."  I don't think that is what the prophet Zechariah is after, when he speaks of a future day when children would do just that.  He is certainly speaking of a day of peace, joy, and laughter; when the Prince of Peace would bring peace to earth--both in part at his inauguration, and in fullness at his consummation.  

But I am also convinced that the New Heavens and New Earth will be one of activity, responsibility, engagement, and--yes, play.  When my Fort Bragg MPs patrol the roads, and we feel safe enough that our kids play in the street; when neighbors come out to play, and talk, and borrow chocolate chips; when we bring or fire pit out, and throw the football, we are mirroring and moving toward that great Day when there will be no more skinned knees, or dangers, or accidents of any kind for those whose trust is in Christ.  

Someone has called it "rolling back the effects of the fall."  In a way, I do that in different ways, not just as a neighbor, but as a Chaplain.  I am blessed that Soldiers instantly identify me by the cross on my uniform.  And as I live out my life, find balance with my family, seek to be helpful, promote justice, and bring encouragement, I am imaging Christ to a lost world.  

This morning, instead of doing PT with a platoon of Soldiers, one with a cane called me over.  He has had multiple injuries and is in severe and constant pain.  As the conversation finally got around to 'religious' issues, he opened up to me that he has a nominal faith and attends a church.  I was able to talk about Christ's suffering, his poor treatment by others, his physical pain, and the wrath of God he bore for the sake of those who believe.  That those who suffer more can identify with him in unique ways that others can't.  

As we continued to talk, I thanked God silently for calling me into military Chaplaincy.  I continue to love what I do, and I have more opportunities than ever to be stretched and communicate the gospel.  God has most certainly answered that early prayer of mine, that many have joined in praying for me! 

Even as my excitement in what I do stays strong, for the time being, I'm losing the motivation to blog regularly.  I will send a newsletter to supporting churches regularly, and if anyone would like a copy of those by e-mail, send me a message: hammted@gmail.com. 

Blessings, and thanks for continued prayers! 

Sharing Leads to Deepening

"...and I pray that the sharing of your faith may become effective for the full knowledge of every good thing that is in us for the sake of Christ,"  Phlm 1:6.

I have often read the jailor account in Acts 16 and thought, "Sure, when is it going to happen that someone comes to me and asks, 'What must I do to be saved?'"  Well, it finally happened. In casual conversation after church last weekend, someone mentioned to me they were wanting to be saved, but that they had to take care of some things first.  This led to a long conversation, and me communicating that there is nothing one must 'take care of' first, and her trusting Christ.   Miraculously, we didn't have any interruptions in a room full of people for at least 30 minutes.  My wife didn't come prop me up and complement me, which would not have been a bad thing.  The Navigator Director was not around for me to pass her off to.  God gave me the words I needed, the confidence, the ability to be a tool in his hands, when it seemed clear someone was ready to trust him.

During seminary on a visit to Prague, I remember watching a respected pastor have a one-on-one conversation about faith, belief in God, and spiritual issues with a young lady.  I remember his confidence, his articulateness, his boldness, and thinking, "Wow, I wish I could do that."

Some just have a gift,  But I believe God uses life experiences, and sometimes the hard knocks of life, to develop in us deeper levels of confidence and ability to just navigate waters--including waters of relationships, questions, and conversations.  When I meet young Soldiers now in my third career (and calling), and they tell me about their short lives, their home state, their interests, I can almost always find a connection point, some way in which the contours of my life have intersected with theirs.

God also gives ability where there is an exercise of faith.  As one shares their faith, they develop greater faith themselves, as the above verse hints.  Lord, thank you for "Two Ways to Live," and my buddies that learned that gospel presentation with me, and for using it as training wheels to propel me forward in the exercise of my faith.

God, thank you that multiple extraordinary and ordinary forces combine to mature us as we walk through life, growing, looking to you, looking ahead to our reward.  Thank you for using me, in increasing measure, as part of your plan, the advancement of your church, your kingdom, and your glory, amen! 

Contented Activity

I continue to thoroughly enjoy, and be fulfilled with, my role as Chaplain for the Military Police Battalion on Fort Bragg.  I enjoy being with Soldiers where they are—at the range, motor pool, in the Company areas--slowly building rapport and relationships.  One Chaplain reminded me that a big part of our job is planting seeds.   As I am present with my unit, Soldiers ask questions, set up appointments, or pull me aside, and I have the opportunity to do just that--plant seeds.   But even more, I am thrilled with the fact that I am meeting semi-regularly with about five Soldiers who are considering Christianity, or desiring to return to (turn to?) Christ after years of spiritual neglect.  

 

Another Army job opportunity came across my e-mail last week--Chaplain recruiter out of Atlanta, GA.  I reflected that in years past, I was always itching to jump at new opportunities, new adventures, new places; but that it was mostly out of fear and a sense or running from, rather than a sense of running to.  God, thank you so much that I am content--more content to be where you have placed me than I ever have been before.  Thank you that I enjoy my work and am satisfied with staying here as long or as short as you want me. 

 

God, that you would change hearts and for these Soldiers to respond to my challenges—to invitations to chapel and churches, to read Scripture, to read books, to lunch, to Navigators, and to respond to gospel summaries I have given. 

 Father, help us with new challenges in parenting a teenager, for protection of family time and wisdom in deciding what extra-curricular activities to be involved in, and for educational decisions in the coming year. 

Close Friends

"There is a friend who sticks closer than a brother."  Many Sargeants like to get creative with PT, and one exercise involves doing a situp with a log on your chest.  Actually it is a long log, with many Soldiers lined up on either side.  One side goes down with the log and back up, transfers it to the Soldiers on the opposite side, and they go down. 

Yesterday I found myself on the end, which should be a strong, anchorman position.  The Soldiers opposite me quickly and intuitively realized I would need some help, and instead of waiting for me to rise from the situp, they reached down, grabbed the log, and lifted it onto their own chests.  Part of me was embarrassed, but part of me was glad to give them a chance to help me out, and I thanked them profusely afterwards. 

As an evangelical chaplain, I often find myself communicating broad, common-grace principles in groups, and looking for opportunities to communicate the specifics of the gospel to individuals.  One of those principles is the encouragement to be good friends to one another. Sometimes young Soldiers show up to the unit without a friend, and often without the support of a healthy extended family behind them. 

As Jesus is the one True Friend for us, we are called likewise to reach out to, sacrifice for, and carry the weight of, those around us.

God, that there would be healthy relationships within my Battalion, with less and less behavior problems, abuses, and unhealthy interaction.  That those who are believers would be bright lights, having an impact on the consciences and behavior of the group as a whole. 

And for several Soldiers I'm meeting with one-on-one, work by your Spirit to draw them to yourself, and grant me the words, time, patience, and love to help them along the way. 

Amen!

Responding in Fear or Faith

"If you are determined to go to Egypt and you do go to settle there...the famine you dread will follow you into Egypt, and there you will die." - Jer 42:11-12.  I don't know how many times, and in how many generations Israel ran back to Egypt, or sought an alliance with them against common enemies, but this was the case at the beginning of the Babylonian captivity. 

It is still the tendency and temptation for ourselves as well.  Often--especially as it relates to our witness--the cowardly way seems safer, more attractive, more right.  But we will fail, we will not prosper, when we seek to protect ourselves in fear, rather than live by faith.  This is the way of the gospel--the way to life feels like death, because God would have our hearts and our trust rather than mere lip service. 

God, grant me the ability--and the continued desire on their part--to evangelize and disciple the three men you have brought into my life who are open to spiritual things.  Please open blind eyes to see!

Grant me strength and mental proficiency tomorrow, and for the next two weeks, in Air Assault School too finish the race, overcome fears, and pass the course.  For your sake.

Please bless and protect one of my Companies, preparing to go to Africa for Ebola related security. Grant safety, and also a deeper awareness of the frailty of man in order that more and more may turn to you in faith and repentance. 

God, haver mercy on the numerous broken marriages in my unit.  Grant me the wisdom and words for speaking into these situations, and may they turn to you in their desperation and hopelessness.

And in each of these situations, and many more, help me to step out in faith rather than fear, trusting you as I go!

Amen!  

Regimental Week Activities

Most of the family in an Armored Security Vehicle.  Very safe, and claustrophobic.  The Army frequently has celebrations for which you can invite the family.  This gives them a better picture of what Soldiers do--riding in vehicles, trying on parachutes, handling weapons, etc.  This also gives Lucibeth and me a great chance to connect with spouses we would not otherwise see. 

Couples retreat at Myrtle Beach

Single and Step Parent Retreat

Jaynie and BJ in Hummer

Thanks

Thank you God for seeing us through some very busy days, and for a time to catch our breath. Thank you for the privilege of opening Scripture with a Christian Soldier today. Thank you for the blessing of opening CS Lewis with a sceptic last week. Be at work in these hearts and more, encouraging, convicting, and drawing many to yourself. 

Straight as an Arrow

Motorpool Monday is when the entire Battalion goes to do preventive maintenance on their vehicles.  It is a time-honored tradition, and an excellent time to catch up with Soldiers.  I spoke at length with one today who was highly encouraging.  He is a Christian with two teen-aged daughters.  Mom and dad are also in school working on degrees.  They are dealing in healthy ways with parenting challenges, some typical, some unusual.  But he talked about overcoming generational patterns and preparing to send his daughters out on the right course.  I prayed with him, for his daughters, for their Family, their church, their communication, their emotional health, and much more. 

I reminded him of Ps 127: "Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them (kids)".  Children are like arrows: we form them, fashion them, sharpen them (or did in ancient times before Walmart).  But we raise them up for a specific purpose.  That is to shoot them out into the world, in a particular direction, prepared to fly straight, aimed at a particular target. 

Often I think of ministering to others.  Thank you God when I am reminded of overarching life purposes and I am ministered to by others.  God, I also pray for the Soldier I am meeting with to discuss Christianity through Mere Christianity.  Open his eyes to see and believe.  Grant me wisdom and courage to speak truth. 

Bless my Company of Soldiers in Louisiana, my memorial service this Thursday for the Soldier who committed suicide--grant me the Scripture and words to speak.  Bless my son Craig who is 14 today--and give us wisdom, balance, grace in parenting him, and them all.  Grant strength through Friday's local marriage seminar, and the weekend marriage seminar at the beach, and time to recover and regroup, and be refreshed next week!  

Smiling Countenance

"I smiled on them when they had no confidence; the light of my face was precious to them," - Job 29:24.  Here, Job is defending himself by way of how he treats the poor and downcast.  In this verse I saw a summary of a big part of what it means to be a Chaplain.   A Soldier just asked me if I was going to a training event in Louisiana for three weeks.  I told him I offered, but that there were Chaplains down there already.  He went on to tell me how much he appreciates that I'm willing to get involved, get dirty, go through driver training, go on ruck marches; that I'm willing to get pepper sprayed (I was not allowed to by the trainer, thank God). 

As Soldiers see an officer, and Chaplain with a Cross going through life with them--especially the less enjoyable parts, they are encouraged.  As I chear them on, they are encouraged, as I honor them by being a listening ear, they are encouraged.  When I give them respect, they are encouraged. And they often then will open up to me, which opens up opportunities for the Gospel. 

God, help the Family and friends of a Soldier who took his life last weekend.  Give me wisdom in helping Soldiers debrief and process; give me wisdom for the right words for the memorial ceremony.  As he was a jokester and generally funny, likeable guy, may we never take for granted the emotional and spiritual state of others.  May we be willing to deeply engage others with loving, probing questions, reflecting the immense dignity and value of human life that God has created. 

Amen! 
 

Strong Bonds

"Do you preach at a Chapel on post?"  This was a question asked of me by a couple at a marriage conference I co-facilitated this weekend at Myrtle Beach, called Strong Bonds.  This is a "non-religious" marriage curriculum that many Chaplains complain of.  It may be because of the administrative challenges, the lack of interest, or the quality of material.  But certainly it is because it is not faith-based. 

I have several thoughts about Strong Bonds events. One, I am not forbidden from--and I have never had a Soldier complain from--my inserting Christian foundational principles: "As a Christian Chaplain, I have to mention at this point..."  Second, I have learned that these events, especially weekend events, are prime opportunities to get to know Soldiers, and build relationships for future discussions. 

Third, it is an opportunity for them to see me and my family--imperfect though it is; through informal counseling, Q&A panel at the end, with me and Lucibeth, or just playing at the beach.  I can easily imagine that ours is the very first Christian family many of these Soldiers have ever come into contact with up close, and that some of them, at least, will notice some stark differences from what they grew up with. 

Today starts the first lunch of going through Mere Chrstianity with an agnostic/skeptic.  God, work as I simply lay out before him the Christian faith without compromise, and--Lord willing--have an opportunity to call him to believe. 

Conversational Prayer

"What is it you want?"  Then I prayed to the God of heaven, and  I answered the king.  Neh 2:3

I praised God yesterday for the privilege to pray for my Soldiers, any time, any where, out loud, or silently.  It struck me for some reason, that there is no limit.  A prayer life confined to meal times and church is a sad, restrictive life.  How freeing to know that part of my job (and all of our lives) is to pray for blessing, salvation, safety for others, healthy relationships, freedom from addictions, strong marriages, repentant spirits, wisdom, faith, health, an eternal perspective, a love for your Word, and on and on. 

Nehemiah shows us in the verse above a conversational prayer life inspired by grace and developed with maturity.  He reminds us our own faith is strengthened in the face of fear, or trial, but he shows us that his knee-jerk reaction is not to trust in himself, but in his God.  He goes to the sovereign Lord of the universe in the heat of the moment with no time to think, when pressed for an immidiate response. 

God, may we go to you in those times, and in times of blessing, exercising the incredible blessing, more and more often, of conversing with, depending on, and growing in depth with, or sovereign, heavenly Father, through Christ.

God, bless these marriage this weekend as we take a group of Soldiers and spouses on a marriage retreat to Myrtle Beach.  May they latch on to practical, helpful communication and relational tips; most of all may we clearly communicate the ultimate power for a healthy marriage, in the Gospel of Christ. 

Amen!

The Gracious Hand of God

"And because the gracious hand of my God was upon me, the king granted my requests." - Neh 2:8

I have sensed God's gracious hand upon me and the ministry here of late.  Lucibeth and I have met with two couples for pre-marriage counseling and had clear opportunities to present and challenge to believe the Gospel.  I have had Soldiers attend my Bible studies who are clearly not believers, and one has agreed that God may be getting her attention through her challenges, and the study.  One Soldier has indicated willingness to go through Case for Christ, as he considers becoming a Christian. 

God's gracious hand is not always easy.  In the very next verse in Nehemiah, Sanballat is mentioned, who would be a thorn in his side for a long time to come.  I have had challenges as well, I have had to tell someone 'no' who wanted too much of me.  But even challenges are part of God's gracious hand, as he uses them to mold us into the image of Christ.

God, continue to work in and through me for your Glory; utilize even challenges and obstacles around me to advance your name, your kingdom, your glory.  Amen!

Driver's Ed

Learning how to drive a Hummer, lots of waiting around, hanging out with Soldiers. 

Recent pics

Driver training

Gas Mask Training

My Master Driver Trainer

Mend the Sails

This has been my hardest week yet.  My stress level the last two weeks has gone from near zero to pretty high last night at 2 a.m. when I couldn't sleep.  Ignorant bliss has finally turned into a much greater awareness of what I should be doing but am not, and a higher admin load, and more duties at chapel, and a request from my Battalion Commander, and a wedding request, and pre-marriage counseling...  It is all good, but I'm having to remind myself of the need to prioritize, say no, and be unable to please everyone.  I feel in a much better position to do that now than ever, though it is a challenge.

Seasons of refreshment must end, but that is not a bad thing.  It is an opportunity to exercise faith, grow in grace, and minister in his strength.  Rutherford says, "Expect storms.  And when it is calm, mend the sails.  God, strengthen us also during the calm for the fights ahead.

Today's Bible study was particularly encouraging.  For me personally--on the topic of stress, and to hear a Soldier walk out saying, "I can't believe I have been missing this."  God, thank you that it is only your Word that can elicit such a response.

Training and Counseling

These days it seems I'm only in classroom training, counseling, or at my desk doing admin.  I thank God for the chance to go to my denomination's chaplain training in Houston recently for encouragement, ideas, teaching, prayer, worship, and rest.  Then I went straight into training for Chaplains on how to conduct marriage and single Soldier retreats.  I spent a good deal of time dealing with, counseling, and sharing with an addict both in and out of the hospital. God, may this person's residential treatment be effective, most of all may her faith expressed take root by your Holy Spirit, and may you miraculously free her of her addictions.

Then I had the privilege of going to an amputee's home, listening to him, seeking to give him hope.  God, give him strength, courage and hope as he is fitted for a new prosthesis.  Give him friends, encouragement, and the drive to keep fighting.

My command team appreciates me, but if I were inspected administratively today, I would fail miserably.  God, help me to balance planning an administration with ministry of presence and counseling.  Make my office work effective and efficient; that I would work hard to the glory of God, even with files, computer and army documents.  

Coming back to the first leg

John writes in 3rd John, " I pray that all may go well with you and that you may be in good health as it goes well with your soul."  I attended a Bible study recently on 3rd John--that is rare in itself, and I was convicted by this verse.  As I have tired of superficial prayer meetings where only circumstances and health have been prayed for, I have begun to emphasize two other aspects that should fill our prayers and prayer requests.  One is prayer for our heart--that is, our emotions, our fears, our temptations, our struggles.  The other is prayer for our world--politics in the mid-east, the persecuted church in China, missionary work in Cambodia, poverty in India.  Together with prayers for our circumstances (health, travel, jobs), these are three legs of a stool, without which it would be imbalanced.

Thank you, God, that while you are concerned about these other two categories of prayer, that does not mean you are not deeply concerned with our circumstances.  Forgive my stoicism when I don't ask for prayer for a long road march.  Forgive my self-righteousness when I over-spiritualize my counseling and field-services, and I subconsciously assume you don't care nearly as much about friends for my kids, or the strength of my back, or what Craig does for school in the fall.

I pray for Soldiers that feel stuck, their family members who have lost hope, abusive marriages, troubled teens; and also for Benjamin and Jaynie's colds, sniffles, and congestion.  Thank you that you are such a God that you care about matters great and small!

Being a Veteran

I've been in my unit now for six months, plus training last fall makes nine. In three months I'll be promoted to Captain--automatic, not on account of my stellar performance.  It is amazing how much movement goes on in the Army.  I am on the in-processing list for new Soldiers coming in and have a chance to talk to them for 10 minutes.  As a result, I have a small connection with them when I see them out and about.  Now I'm no longer the new guy; I may have been here longer than 25% of the unit. 

No matter how long we, or others have been in our positions, no matter how old, no matter how senior, we are all "placeholders," as one friend said, all holding a position or age, or authority temporarily, to move on to whatever is next.  One senior Chaplain said, concerning this idea recently, "My next promotion is retirement."  Meaning, 'I'm a Colonel now, very important in many people's eyes, but soon, I'll be completely irrelevant from the Army's perspective.'  What am I living for, and who am I fearing?  Am I living for this world, its accolades and fame, or for eternity?  And am I fearing man and worshipping his approval, or am I fearing God, thus seeing man as a mere placeholder?

 

Ministry of Presence

This morning my Soldiers are out in the field and parking lot getting refreshers on weapons, vehicle, and generator maintenance.  It is hot, I'm sweating, and I'm sleepy from a short night of sleep.  I'm thinking, "I don't have to be out here, I think I'll head inside to my office."  Just then a Soldier walks up and says, "Chaplain, it means so much that you are out here with us, you are alot more engaged than our last Chaplain." 

That led to a one hour conversation of his troubled upbringing, his faith in Christ, his mis-trust in the church, the desire to raise his little girl in the faith, and an invitation to join me at All American Chapel. 

Last week while walking around, being present, a Soldier stopped me and told me he is getting married in a couple weeks, and he is nervous.  Did I have any advice for him.  This led to an invitation extended and accepted for them to come over to our house for pre-marriage counseling, after they are married.  That is the way it works sometimes.  They are both professing Christians, I think they have a good chance at a good marriage, but they are separated by distance, and haven't worked through some important topics yet. 

Today I led a traumatic incident debrief for four Soldiers who responded to a fatality over the weekend.  Last Friday I led a seminar for single Soldiers on Spiritual Fitness (getting them to think about what they believe, and how that affects their lives), and how to pursue healthy romantic relationships.  Tomorrow I will go out to pray for Soldiers preparing to jump--all the more important due to the jump-related fatality recently.

I continue to love Chaplaincy, and pray that God will continue to grant opportunities to be an explicitly Christian Chaplain.

Training Holidays

I'm told that the Army will exact its pound of flesh, so enjoy time off when you get it. One upside to Army is its training days--usually an extra day off every time a national holiday rolls around.  So last week was a four-day weekend, and we headed to a state park with a local church.  This brought back fond memories of camping with Cornerstone, especially that late-April trip when it was too hot.  Did I say fond?

Actually, it was great.  One morning I went on a run through the woods--one of my favorite things to do--and I recalled the Psalm, "Be at rest once more, o my soul, for the Lord has been good to you." 

Recently I counseled a Soldier who is 'mentally, physically, and spiritually exhausted.' I reminded him of the importance of self-care, to reflect on who God is, what he has done for us in Christ, the blessings we have, the need to decompress and take some deep, unhurried breaths. And then some more. 

After camping, and my first time preaching at Chapel, the boys and I jumped in the car toward Charlotte for the NASCAR race. They gave the Army a bunch of free tickets which we took advantage of. 

Thank you, God, for training holidays, for breaks, for time to refresh, for better focus on the important things of life.  Help my Soldiers, many of whom are overwhelmed, or stressed, or aimless.  Use me to make a difference for the single-Soldiers in my seminar this weekend. Use me in my counseling. Use my family, as the unit sees us interacting, and sees a 'normal,' happy family working through life together.

Amen!

Diversity and Discipleship with the MPs

Sometimes I'm just impressed by the MPs with whom I serve.  One day last week I took my boys down to the Green Ramp--this is where they put on their parachutes, check and recheck, and board the planes to jump.  One Sergeant was there checking his young Soldiers, and had even brought a young Soldier to watch for fun, who was not yet jump qualified.  The next day I saw this same Sergeant at Guard Mount--this is what you see on TV when cops are briefed on what to look out for on the roads, hit-and-run vehicles, etc. 

A few days later I went out in the field with one of the Companies--about 100 Soldiers, spending 2 weeks in the field, working on Soldier skills--orienteering, weapons training, convoy operations, etc.  I didn't see that same Sergeant there, but I marveled at the diversity of skills needed to be an MP in a jump unit of the US Army.  A truly impressive group of young men and women who work alot of long days, and into the night, and sometimes all night on the road.

At Green Ramp I go to pray for Soldiers preparing to jump, at Guard Mount I do the same, but last week I did a ride-along with the Duty Officer to get a better feel what it is like.  And in the field, I "embrace the suck" as they say--trying to sleep under a poncho in very heavy winds and rain.  Thankfully that was my only night out there, and their only night of rain, but they see me 'suffering' with them, and are more likely to attend my Field Worship Service, or come to me for counseling. 

Today three of my MPs showed up at Chapel for worship, which was thrilling to see.  One I had connected with, and given a devotional to in the Field (a previous month).   He has strayed, acknowledges he is not living how God would desire, and says it is hard to stay connected with God in the Army.  But he has a car now, and brought two friends to worship!

God, may there be a wider and wider stream of Soldiers from my unit that come to All American Chapel.  May the gospel continue to be preached there faithfully.  May they be plugged in relationally through Sunday School, or Navigators, or adopted by retirees, and come to faith, and grow in the Faith.  Amen!

Different Kind of Thunder

I miss Sarasota afternoon Thunder, but as I sit here in my breakfast area on a Saturday morning, my house shakes from artillery training blasts.  Sounds amazingly similar, but with actual vibration. 

Wednesday I had a chance to give a short message to other Chaplains from Col 4: ² Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful. ³ And pray for us, too, that God may open a door for our message, so that we may proclaim the mystery of Christ, for which I am in chains. ⁴ Pray that I may proclaim it clearly, as I should. ⁵ Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity. ⁶ Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone.
  
One of my points was that we need to pray for open doors, and be careful to discern when they are open.  I had one counseling session yesterday where faith never came into the picture.  That was not why he was in my office, he had no religious background, and I felt it would have been harmful to bring it up.  But he was pleasantly surprised how helpful his first visit ever to a Chaplain could be, and he promised to come back by to let me know how he was doing.

On the other hand, I have had many opportunities to share openly, in several different settings.  Wednesday was my monthly Bible study, where we looked at money, love of it, that it is not just a problem for the ultra rich, but that Jesus made himself poor so that we through his poverty may be already rich in him (2 Col 8).  

I am teaching a Sunday School series on the New Heavens and New Earth, and how there are current implications--not just future--of Jesus' resurrection.  Next week I go to the field for 2 days and will hold a small, informal worship service for those interested in attending.  

Even still, I wrestle with the question of when there is an open door and I am too hesitant to walk through it.  God grant me the wisdom and discernment to know when it is open, to look for it, to pray for it, and to courageously walk through it.  And may your Word thunder forth in the hearts and minds of spiritually sleepy Soldiers, through this your feeble servant.  Thank you that the gospel is the power of GOD, and not my power, that it is not me I am calling them to but you, and that I am not a salesman for you, but a proclaimer.  May it be so, amen!

Missed Opportunities

This week I had two times when I was offered to speak into situations, and I had nothing. Only afterwards I thought what I would, could, should have said.  I'm a chaplain, offered to speak into a situation involving morals and ethics, and I've got nothing. It wasn't fear--in these cases, it was more just who I am, not always having something to say, often tongue tied unless I prepare.  I think I'll have many opportunities in the army to shoot from the hip. I have already, and I will have more. 

I write of these missed opportunities with a smile on my face.   I would have been only frustrated and maybe guilty in the past.  But I'm in training, continually growing, learning.  Next time perhaps I'll be more ready.  But God is sovereign, and his pleasure in me does not rest in my performance, praise God!

God, make me more in tune with your Holy Spirit. Help me to grow in wisdom, and in being more relaxed, to speak boldly and courageously into situations that involve you. For your glory alone.

Applying the Gospel

One Soldier came to me, struggling with anger toward his spouse.  Apparently he gets furious when he doesn't feel heard, and she begins to walk away.  I was able to tell him about Jesus receiving blows, and spit, and whips during his last week, and that he did not lash back out.  But more than an example, Jesus took those temporal blows when we deserved eternal blows.  Jesus took our punishment to restore us to God, so that God looks on us with respect, God listens to us in prayer, all because of Jesus (he is a professing believer). He told me he liked what I had to say, that it made alot of sense.  I thank God for the opportunities to speak to Soldiers about the gospel; more than any other stage of my life. 

Thank you, God for the opportunity to hold two small field services last week, thank you for a successful marriage seminar today and for high level support in recruiting for it.  Thank you for a beautiful home, family, new acquaintances at chapel; beautiful weather, chaplain friends, and a great next-level-up Brigade Chaplain.

Easter

God, thank you for sustaining me on my 20k ruck march.  Thank you that missing my goal doesn't devestate me as it would have in years past.  Thank you for the privilege of sleeping out under the stars with Soldiers last week, and for the one who asked me for a devotional, and actually read in it and came back to me.  Thank you for the invitation to speak briefly at our Battalion Eggstravaganza tomorrow morning.  God, grant me the words, help me to be wise as a serpent and harmless as a dove.  May I communicate truth, but in such a way that will not close off opportunities to speak at such gatherings in the future. 

Help thou my unbelief...

I was reminded of this verse this morning in relation to prayer.  Last month I had prayed, and asked for prayer, that Soldiers would show up to a new monthly Bible study (they did).  First, what was my motive?  That they would show up so I wouldn't be embarrassed?  Or that they would be impacted by the gospel? 

Second, the next month (today), I didn't pray hardly at all until the night before.  Am I any less dependent on God and the work of his Spirit now?  Or perhaps moreso, since now I am tempted to trust in man's effort?

Thank you, God, that some came.  That you would encourage believers, and open the eyes of those who do not know you, that they would hear with spiritual ears, and be saved.  That I would have more courage, and better planning for time, next month to make the rounds and invite Soldiers to come.  Thank you for this now established venue to be an explicitly Christian Chaplain.  Thank you for the verbal support of my commander for this, and that she would be able to come next month.

Thank you, God, for this incredibly fulfilling assignment; continue to work in me as I pray you work through me.  Grant me courage to be myself, to be bold, and to be firm when called for.  Grant me peace when I feel like a third wheel off to the side, and grant me an increased ability to plan my schedule in a very fast paced training environment. 

Healthy vacation

How good to see old church friends in Sarasota this week.  I looked forward to coming down here, but not too much. Usually vacations are too important and promise too much to my mind and heart. I have long since learned that they fly by and to try not to set my heart on them. But I so enjoy what I do that I don't have anything in trying to escape from. "There is nothing better for a man than to enjoy his work the few days God has given him on earth." 

Thank you God for fulfilling , enjoyable work. And for breaks. For family and friends who are so kind and love us so well. 

Fast Pace

The pace is picking up, and I still love chaplaincy.  I spent a night in the field last week during a freezing rain.  Though I have to admit I slept in a heated tent, I spent hours outside, and the Soldiers were encouraged to see their Chaplain out in the woods voluntarily.  I went on a 'mission' with a squad to take out an enemy trio.  My job was to get down low when they did and hide behind the squad leader, but I learned a bit about their maneuvers and had fun.  I went back out to the field Sunday to perform my first field service.

Thank you, God, for answering prayers that I could be a distinctively Christian chaplain.  For the opportunity to preach the gospel to many Soldiers who are not believers, for more and more opportunities to help Soldiers through counseling, and often with the full Gospel communicated.  God, bring salvation to the Soldier who texted me tonight if I could give him a Bible.  Thank you for those who came to the Bible study today, particularly those who don't know you yet.  That this could continue and grow, please lead me in what topics to teach, and grant me the time to prepare.

Grant me the words to share in the change of command ceremony tomorrow; may I communicate truths of you even in this sterile environment.  Grant me strength and endurance in the gas chamber tomorrow.  Help me not become over-committed, but that I also would be willing to work hard with extra hours when necessary.

And God, grant us a sweet visit to Florida next week! 

Military Machinery

The days are filling up more and more.  Soldiers come by to talk, or catch me in the field and ask me if I have a minute.  I spent the night with a Company in the field last week, and for some reason, the Soldiers love seeing their Chaplain out in the woods, sleeping out under the stars with them.  We will continue to do this, about once a month. 

I continue one of my favorite aspects of church ministry, and that is following up with Soldiers who have had babies, or who have health problems, who have been hospitalized, or who have family members who are suffering.  I love that pastoral, shepherding side of Chaplaincy. 

What is most refreshing is that this Battalion of 700 or so Soldiers runs itself, or I should say, is well run by Operations.  The training schedule is in place, and it gets updated every week or so.  But it is running no matter what.  I have no temptation to get involved in operations and try to make it go smoother, my only question is whether and how I am to be involved.  What is my place? What is the best place to be today, or tomorrow to make an impact on Soldiers? 

Paul tells us in Galatians, "As you have opportunity, do good to all..."  Thank you, God, that it is not my job to run the machinery of the unit.  Thank you that I am free to maximize my own gifts, to be myself, to not pretend to be anyone else.  Thank you that I can be where you call me to be, and I do not need to be anywhere else. 

Thank you for the opportunity to share the gospel with a Soldier last week who was leaving the Army, and who was open to receive it.  May your Spirit be at work, and may you open his heart to believe your Good News.  Thank you for the opportunity to talk to a platoon before their PT run, and to be able to join them.  May I always be ready to give a 'word,' may you grant more and more opportunities, and may I make the most of them, as you give me opportunities to be a distinctively Christian Chaplain. 

 

Third Wheel

Last week I had a surreal moment, finding myself laying down in a field at night in the middle of nowhere, Ft Bragg.  I had visited a company 'in the field,' spending a day and night with them during their training exercises.  One chaplain had lamented to me some months ago that he often feels like a third wheel when with his Soldiers, not being able to do everything they are doing, often just standing around.  I can relate, as I had stood around my Soldiers for a few hours while they waited and took turns firing their pistols at targets. 

But I also have been told, that it is often simply the Chaplain's presence, especially when they are dirty, or cold, or away from home, that gives them encouragement.   That was the case this day and night, as many Soldiers, especially officers communicated to me they appreciated me being there, and that no former chaplain had ever come out like that over night.  Knowing this is true, I seek to embrace being a Third Wheel, trusting that it will bring about good, and opportunities to develop relationships over time as Soldiers grow in their trust of me.

During a period of down time that night, I took a walk, and just rested in a field, stared up at the stars, and recounted Ps 19--"The heavens declare the glory of God..."

Thank you God, for your beauty, as expresses so clearly through creation.  Thank you for the opportunity to counsel a number of Soldiers last week.  Thank you for the chance to debrief with a group who had responded to a traumatic incident

Thank you for the answer to prayer, in the chance to communicate the gospel to someone who thought Christianity was all about being good.  Thank you that it is first and foremost about Jesus being good for us, and on our behalf!  Please give me more opportunities to be an explicitly Christian Chaplain.  Please help me continue to overcome my fear of man.  Please grant me opportunities to assist, and advise my command team, building a relationship with them as well.

Nothing can hinder the Lord

"Nothing can hinder the Lord from saving, whether by many, or by few."  I read this, one of my favorite quotes this morning as I slowly work through the Bible-in-a-year in 2 1/2 years.  Thank you God for another mini snow-storm, for cancelled work, for sleeping-in kids, and for several hours of quiet and a rare, unhurried, long chunk of time to read and pray.  May they be more frequent.

These words were spoken by Jonathan as he attacked a Philistine garrison, and yet there is a spiritual meaning as well:  Nothing can hinder the Lord from saving, whether through Ted Hamm, or Billy Graham."  Do I believe this? I do believe, Lord, help my unbelief!  I also read of Israel's hard hearts.  I also read of God filling David with his spirit after the beautiful transition from the darkness of 1 Sam 15 to the hope of 1 Sam 16.  I also read this morning, "The battle belongs to the Lord." 

God, I am a mere vessel, a jar of clay.  Fill me with your Spirit and the powerful truths of the Gospel, awake as in days of old to soften hard hearts; in wrath, remember mercy; open blind eyes to the hopelessness, the waywardness, the emptiness of lives without you.   Help me to be faithful as your servant, to be ready to give a reason for the hope within, as I re-commit to memory the gospel summary in Two Ways to Live, and open deaf ears to hear and respond to the gospel.  Grant me opportunities to be an explicitly Christian Chaplain, and not just a really nice guy. 

I pray that my car would make it to Pawley's Island this weekend to join my family who has gone ahead, I pray you would help me continue to learn the acronyms of the Army, to understand the 'battle rhythm' of training, to understand the training calendar of our unit so I can find out where groups of Soldiers are and can join them as they train.  Thank you for the privilege to pray for the Soldiers who went on the jump last week, and for the two scared Soldiers I was able to minister to more specifically.  Give me the words to pray as I get ready to pray at a change of command ceremony next week.  Help me to be a comforting, encouraging presence, and much, much more.  

"Let him do what is good in his eyes."

"He is the Lord, let him do what is good in his eyes."  This is what Eli said to Samuel upon the news that his sons would be judged and his line would end.  Praise God that my lost cell phone was turned in today.  I don't know the circumstances yet, but I'm thrilled to have it back.  In the grand scheme of things, this is a very small detail and a minor nuisance.  And yet in the moment, it is a big headache, and a temporary crisis.  I don't know why God allowed that to happen.  Maybe it was so that I, in brokenness, could remind my kids that I am forgetful, it is in my blood, and unfortunately it is in theirs too.  And that when I scold them about putting things away in the right place, and not setting things down in random places, it is out of a recognition of my own sin, and it is something they will also have to work on. 

Sometimes it is issues much bigger than a lost phone, in this case, the loss of children, where we are challenged and called to say, "Let him do what is right in his own eyes."   Outside of Christ, such losses are sheer terror.  Yet hidden in him, we can trust that what he deems good is also for our good.

Praise God for more and more opportunities to interact with Soldiers, that most recognize me as Chaplain, that some are coming by asking for prayer, that I have been invited to pray for a unit before their jump tomorrow.  God, give me the strength, courage, and the opportunities, to be distinctly Christian Chaplain, not just a Chaplain, and not just another really nice guy.  

Settling In

Last week we got out to the shooting range to hang out with Soldiers before and after they practiced on 240 and 249 machine guns.  One told me he had attended a marriage retreat the previous year, and their marriage was better for a while, but they are now stuck in a rut again.  He said he was thinking of coming to see me.  That scenario is a big part of my hopes for Chaplaincy, and it was exciting to hear him voice that. 

I have met with a number of Soldiers already, I thought it would take longer, and I shouldn't flatter myself that I'm so approachable, etc.  Truth is, there are many with huge problems, and sometimes I have to nod understandably while being really surprised inside. 

I need to learn and practice how to ask permission for sharing, and verbalizing my faith in that setting. And I need to learn the public settings, and how to go about being more of an explicitly Christian Chaplain.  God, grant those opportunities, and grant me courage to take them.  Grant sensitivity to your Holy Spirit to feel your opening up opportunities.  Bless my Chaplain Assistant, and help me to lead and direct her.  Help us with the last 10% of moving in which is always so hard to finish, and may be fully utilize our beautiful home for hospitality, love and the furtherance of your kingdom.

Broken World

I am reminded that we live in a broken world.  Exercising yesterday afternoon, I left my (new) phone on a treadmill and it was gone last night.  Signs in locker rooms should have already let me know, but somehow it is surprising when it happens to you, with a sinking, sick feeling inside.  It could be worse, thank God it was not my wallet, but still...

After 10 days gracious leave to unpack (most) boxes and hang (a few) pictures, I'm back to work tomorrow.  I'm reminded that I was made to work in the image of a working God.  I loved extra time off with my family, but I'm so ready to dive in, roll up my sleeves, and start ministering to soldiers.  Thank you, God, for a fresh start, a new vocation that seems to fit my gifts so well--may it be so.  God, strengthen Lucibeth for the task of homemaking in a not-quite-set up home, and to focus on hearts, faith, and character more than adding, writing and neatness.  Draw our fast-growing kids to yourself, may they influence others around them more than they are influenced themselves.  Help us to boldly shepherd them through a world with such darkness that we couldn't pretend to protect them from.   And may we speak and be salt and light to neighbors and Soldiers around us always.

Salt of the Earth

"You are the salt of the earth," Mt 5:13.  We are in our home, which we love, unpacking boxes, trying to organize the chaos, enjoying 10 days' leave to settle in.  Some had said to us, "Don't live on base, people are right on top of you, and you have no space."  But we love it.  This afternoon probably a dozen couples were out in front of their homes chatting, kids biking up and down the street, or riding scooters, or shooting bows from arrows.   This is one of the things I love most--a lively street.  After all, salt can't be far from what it is supposed to flavor, enhance and preserve.  It is distinct from, but becomes almost a part of the food itself, it is so close.  It is like living in community, diving in, getting dirty in the messiness of life, laughing, playing, talking, eating together. And it will be supporting, crying with, praying for two women across the street whose husbands are deploying in a couple weeks.  This is why we are here, and I love it.  God, help us in our home church decision, help the kids get acclimated and settled in.  Help them to make good friends--some to reach out to, some to be encouraged by.  Please help Lucibeth to have more good days than bad, and keep us close together, and close to you always, Amen.

Ready to Ramp Up

Thus far I have only had a chance to interact with Soldiers on superficial levels, which has still been enjoyable:  Asking them about vehicle maintenance, sighting guns, walking around meeting them, playing volleyball... But I have heard a story from another Chaplain about a couple that wanted to restore their marriage, and his sharing with them the foundation for marriage in Scripture, the effect of the fall on marriage, and how a right relationship with God through Christ is the ultimate solution to moving toward healthy relationships.  I look forward to getting to know Soldiers well enough for them to trust me and come to me for such help.  This week starts my first real week of work, with normal schedule, everyone back from leave, regular weekly staff meetings, and regular training schedules for the troops, where I will get out even more, find out where the Soldiers are, and go to be with them in their work.  Sometimes I can feel like a third wheel, but I'm reminded from training that my very presence can be an encuragement to Soldiers who are discouraged, tired, or cold.

We move into our home this week, bringing our large shipment of household goods up from Florida thanks to professional movers, and a small shipment out of local storage, thanks to new friends yet to be asked.  We are encouaged, settling in, getting to know the base and our way around, finding the skate park, hosting my mother for a couple days' visit, and enjoying visiting local churches.  God is good for giving us such a long break emotionally and relationally and vocationally during this transition.  I know that things at work will pick up significantly this week and beyond, and I feel well rested and ready for the challenge.