Lightning Queen

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For the past week, we’ve been watching season one of the Route 66 TV show, which aired in the early ’60s, part of our research into the various ways the Main Street of America impacted the popular culture. We had to watch some of it. Tonight, however, we decided to watch Cars. Apparently, The Mother Road was the inspiration for the Pixar team that created the stories about Lightning McQueen and his escapades.

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In keeping with the Cars theme, this morning we went to a local park for a photo shoot of Linda’s car, which, by the way, she nicknamed Lightning Queen the day she brought her home.

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While we were at the park, this bird came walking by. My sports-car-lovin’ wife hollered, “Help me herd this bird over to the car so he can be in the picture.” Poor bird! He just wanted to keep walking. Linda stood in front of him to keep him from going one way, so he turned and came towards me. I directed him towards the car, but he wanted to go a different way, so Linda ran over and blocked that path. Finally, he was close enough to get a few pictures.

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After a while, he got tired of our telling him where to go. Suddenly, he flapped his wings and flew off to a different part of the park. It was fun . . . for us, anyway! And now, let’s go watch the movie!

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The Countdown Begins!

1On Sunday July 1, my wife and I are taking off. First on the itinerary is to stop by Bowling Green, KY to visit the Corvette Plant & Museum. Linda might also do a few laps on the Corvette Racetrack. From there, we’ll go to Western Illinois to visit her sister and celebrate the 4th of July. Then on July 5, we drive to Chicago for the official start of our Route 66 Road Trip.

 Shield ColorFollowing the lyrics of Bobby Troup’s song, “Get Your Kicks on Route 66,” sung originally by Nat King Cole, we plan to spend at least one night in each city named in the song. Saint Looey, Joplin, and Oklahoma City. Amarillo, Gallup, and Flagstaff — not forgetting Winona, of course! On to Kingman, Barstow, and San Bernardino. And then finally Los Angeles.

We’ve made a list of things we want to do, places to visit, and sights to see along the way. And I want to take pictures. There’s even a good chance that we’ll try to post something on Facebook or on this blog at each stop.

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This trip has been a long time coming. When we were kids, we watched the Route 66 TV show. Linda has loved sports cars ever since she was a little girl, riding in a convertible with her uncle. Now, we finally have a chance to motor west on Route 66, and we even get to drive the Mother Road in a Corvette. Just a few more days til we leave!

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In England for the Royal Wedding

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My wife and I were in England during the week of the royal wedding. In fact, we visited Windsor Castle and St. George’s Chapel several days before Harry and Meghan’s wedding. Crews were busily preparing for the grand event. Visitors gathered from around the world. Security guards made preparations for every scenario imaginable.

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We didn’t stay in Windsor for the wedding. We had other places to go, sights to see, and things to do. At the British Library, there was a huge bronze sculpture of a book with a ball and chain, created by Bill Woodrow, and purchased for the British Library in 1997.

Ball & Chain British Library“Sitting on History” with its ball and chain signifies a book as a “captor of information which we cannot escape.” But it reminded me of the common misconception of marriage as a ball & chain. I understand that information can be captivating. On the other hand, I don’t see marriage as a prison sentence. Instead, I see marriage as a relationship that is designed by God to set us free, liberating us to enjoy life at it’s best.

Knight in Shining Armor in White TowerOn a different day, we went to the Tower of London. Inside one of the great halls was an exhibit of weapons and armor from the days of knights and chivalry. Just like I don’t see marriage as a ball & chain, I also don’t consider my role in the marriage as that of a knight in shining armor, who rides in to rescue my lady. That view is just as antiquated and unbiblical as the ball & chain motif.

Marriage, or any relationship, often seems like a maze. We know how we got into it, but we don’t know our way around once we’re inside. And when it get’s frustrating, we want out but don’t even know how to get out of it. We visited this maze at the Chatsworth House.

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We spent the better part of a day at an art exhibit in the Courtauld Gallery, with lunch in the courtyard cafe. Many of the works of art were from the Impressionism and Pointalism periods, so the gallery provided magnifying glasses. These allowed us to Magnifying Glassexamine the paintings in fine detail, which was a fascinating experience. Textures, strokes, dabs of color. In a relationship, the point is not to use a magnifying glass to find faults, but to take a close look and admire the beauty, the work of art that God created when he made our spouse, looking at each other through the eyes of love.

When we do this day in and day out, marriage isn’t a ball & chain. We’re not there to find faults. It’s not a confusing maze. And we don’t have to try to rescue one another. Instead, we can simply be there to love, to liberate, and to help one another experience the best life has to offer. Just like this sign on a store that we passed in London, maybe it’s time to say goodbye to some of our old, non-helpful ideas about relationships, and say hello to love.

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When Your Ship Sinks

Dorchester 1Fifty-five minutes past midnight on February 3, 1943, the USS Dorchester was on its way to Greenland with more than 900 men on board. Captain Hans Danielsen, aware that German U-boats were in the area, had ordered the men to stay ready and keep their life jackets on, but many of them disobeyed the order because the life jackets were uncomfortable and impossible to sleep in.

Four Army chaplains  were on the ship:  a Methodist minister, a Jewish rabbi, a Catholic priest,  and  a  Reformed  Church  pastor.  All four had been  Boy Scouts.  All four were brand  new  lieutenants  in  the Army.  All four  were ready to  serve their Soldiers,  their country, and their God. All four were prepared to give their lives if necessary.  When the torpedo hit the ship, the lights  went out.  A lot of  people died instantly; more died in the water.  Others  were injured.  Men who were trapped  below began to panic,  looking for their life jacket, trying to find a way to the top deck so they could abandon ship.

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As soon as the chaos began, the four chaplains sprang into action. They encouraged panic-stricken young men, guided Soldiers towards the upper deck and to the lifeboats, and helped them find life jackets. When there were no more life preservers to be found, they took off their own and gave them away in order to save the lives of a few more men, knowing that it certainly meant they themselves would die.

Two hundred thirty men made it into the rescue boats that night. As they looked back at the sinking ship, they saw the four chaplains standing on deck, arms linked, praying and singing in Hebrew, Latin, and English.

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What do you do when your ship sinks? How do you respond when your world is at its darkest and there seems to be no way of escape? Or when the future holds no promise and there seems to be no hope?

If Ecclesiastes 3:1 is true and there is an appropriate time and season for every purpose under heaven (NIV), and if different times and seasons call for different actions, then how we live, how we behave, what is appropriate, or what is best, may be more a matter of discernment than following rules. There is a time to shout and a time to whisper, a time to drop the bomb and a time to lay down the weapon, a time to wear the life jacket, and a time to give it away so another may live.

An immoral man behaves inappropriately for selfish reasons. A moral man does what is right because of legal, humanitarian, or religious obligations. A hero rejects selfishness, takes his moral obligations into account, then discerns with artistic altruism a course of action that will benefit another human being, even when that act may bring harm to himself. That’s what love does. That’s what genuine spirituality aims for. That’s what Jesus had in mind when he said, “There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” John 15:13 NLT

Most societies pay tribute to their heroes, and the four chaplains of the Dorchester are heroes who deserve that honor. They could have lived longer, ministering for many more years, making a difference, perhaps for thousands of people. Yet, discerning the time and the season, they chose to whisper, “I love you.” They decided to take off their life jackets. “Here, take mine.” They loved the men they ministered to, knowing it certainly meant they would die, and in making that decision, they painted a magnificent work of art.

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A Seat at the Table

This article was printed in the September 2017 issue of Army Magazine, published by Association of the US Army: http://www.ausa.org.

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The Black Hawk ride from Camp Victory, located at Baghdad International Airport, down to Ad Diwaniyah covered about 120 miles. Diwaniyah was the Iraqi headquarters for the militia leader Muqtada Al Sadr, and we got there just before Operation Black Eagle, meant to rein in militia violence, kicked off. Technically, my Chaplain Assistant and I were assigned to a military transition team, but for the past three years, Camp Echo had no Religious Support Team, so our job was to establish a religious program for the installation.

One day, after two weeks at Camp Echo, I got to the Dining Facility late. There were several casualties that day, and I spent a lot of time in the medical clinic, and with two units that had lost some Soldiers. I was tired and hungry, and finding an empty seat was difficult. Several units were at our forward operating base to assist with the operation, and many of the visiting Soldiers were in the dining facility.

Locating a vacant spot, I placed my tray on the table, but before I had a chance to sit, a Master Sergeant next to the empty chair growled in my direction, “No officers welcome here.” I doubt that he noticed the cross on my uniform. He probably just saw the major’s insignia on my chest, but it might not have made a difference even if he had recognized that I was a chaplain. There were three possible courses of action, and I had to make a quick decision.

• Look for a different chair

• Attempt to pull rank

•  Tell him I am an Honorary NCO

After completing a two-second strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, and threats analysis, I came to attention, turned up my collar to reveal a Sergeant E-5 insignia, and shouted as loud as I could, “Request permission to sit at your table, Master Sergeant,” then remained standing at attention and waited.

The growler did a double-take, and his eyes got real big. “Have a seat, Sarge.”

The other NCO’s at the table were howling with laughter by now. They knew the Master Sergeant, but they didn’t know me. And they had never seen a Major with NCO’s rank under the collar. They found the whole encounter to be quite entertaining.

After the others at the table calmed down, the Master Sergeant said, “OK. Suppose you tell me why you’re wearing that rank.”

“Sure, Master Sergeant. When I was a rookie fresh out of Officer Basic, my first assignment was with an Evacuation Hospital in the California Army National Guard, where I had a great rapport with the NCO’s. When they invited me to attend their dining-in, I thought it was because they wanted me to do the invocation, but that wasn’t it. During the program, the first sergeant pinned the NCO insignia on me and gave me a certificate appointing me to the honorary rank of sergeant, making me an ‘E-5 for Life.’”

“Hmmm. And you actually wear it?”

“Yes.”

I wore the SGT Stripes invisibly throughout my entire career. When in the woodland Battle Dress Uniform, it was pinned under my collar. When we switched to the newer army combat uniform, it was velcroed under the collar. And when I wore the dress greens or dress blues, it was under the pocket flap, beneath my name. Every time I went to a new unit, I met with the first sergeant or sergeant major, presented the documentation, and asked for permission to wear the rank and be part of the NCO corps. I was always welcomed.

After eight years in the Guard, I became an Active Duty chaplain in the Army Reserve’s Active Guard Reserve program. These chaplains don’t usually deploy, since our role is administrative and training. But while stationed at Fort McPherson, GA, in January 2007, I heard that the U.S. Army Forces Command wanted to send three chaplain teams to Iraq. There were some areas that needed religious support immediately, and Forces Command gave the task to the Army Reserve.

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As part of the chaplain staff at the U.S. Army Reserve Command headquarters, I had trained many chaplains before they went overseas. But this time I wanted to go. We were running out of chaplains who hadn’t already deployed. But more importantly, I felt a strong sense of calling. We had Soldiers in dangerous places with no chaplain, and I wanted to be there with them, so I volunteered. It took a while, but I managed to talk my boss into letting me go.

Those Sergeant stripes were under the collar when I went outside the wire with the military transition team. They accompanied me every time I visited wounded soldiers at the medical clinic. I wore them at each memorial ceremony or funeral. They were there for the worship services, the counseling appointments, and the Critical Incident Stress Management sessions. Whenever we had incoming rockets or mortars and we gathered in the bunkers—yep, still had them with me. One time I was eating lunch in the dining facility and the sirens started blaring. In a hurry to get out to the bunker, I forgot my helmet. My Chaplain Assistant grabbed me by the collar and pulled me back inside, “Chaplain, you forgot your Kevlar!” Just then a mortar landed right outside the door. It’s quite possible that she saved my life or prevented injury. See why I love NCOs?

The day after I met the master sergeant in the dining facility, he showed up in my office. The night before, he was feisty and energetic; now he seemed sad and tired. Something had happened.

“Good afternoon, Master Sergeant. What can I do for you?”

 “This morning, I lost a Soldier . . . a close friend. I wanted to know if you’d do a memorial ceremony tomorrow morning before we head out.”

“Of course, I will.”

“And Chaps, I’m sorry about last night.”

“Not a problem, Master Sergeant. I understand.”

“You can sit at my table any time.”

It meant a lot that this senior NCO welcomed me at his table, that he wanted me to be there to honor his friend and that we had overcome the invisible barrier between officer and NCO. In 2015, I retired as a Colonel. But I’ll be an E-5 for life.

When the Lights Go Out

dark-1850684_1920It was Friday night, we’d gone out for dinner, and barely made it back into the garage before the downpour.

When the power went off, I was writing at my computer and my wife was reading an e-book on her tablet. The plan was to watch a movie a little later, but there we were with no electricity, no lights, no internet, and no television.

“What do we do now,” she asked.Lantern

I reached into the desk drawer for the flashlight that doubles as a cell phone power source, plugged in my phone, and turned on the mobile hotspot so we could maintain internet connection. Then I walked over to the kitchen pantry where we keep two battery-operated camping lanterns, pulled one out, and placed it on the kitchen counter, where its light sprayed throughout the kitchen, dining room, and living room. Not a lot, but enough.

For the next hour, rain poured from the sky as if God had picked up the Atlantic Ocean and was dumping it on us. Linda took the lantern over to the couch to read; my laptop had plenty of charge for me to finish the work I was doing.

Although the rest of the house was dark, and the temperature grew warmer because the air conditioner was off, we didn’t have a crisis when the lights went out. During the previous weekend, we had checked the batteries in those emergency lamps and charged my mobile power back-up. Because we were ready, there was no emergency when the storm caused a blackout. We didn’t panic, and there wasn’t a crisis.

The same can be true if something terrible happens and life itself comes to an end. If we’ve taken time to prepare in advance, even death isn’t a crisis, and we don’t have to panic.

In Philippians 1:21 the Apostle writes, “to live is Christ, and to die is gain.” That doesn’t sound like a man who is afraid of the dark or of death. He was prepared for whatever might happen.The Man Who Knew Too Much

Job is another who had a deep confidence when facing the storms of life. Despite all the pain and ugliness that he faced, he still declared, “I know that my Redeemer lives.”

When the lights finally came back on, we watched an old Alfred Hitchcock movie starring James Stewart and Doris Day. It was a lovely evening—despite the storm raging on the outside.

 

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Inspected by #1

business-suit-690048_1920Have you ever found an “Inspected By” tag when you bought new clothes? One day I came home with a jacket, and when I reached into the pocket to look for that little slip of paper, I was really surprised when it said, “Inspected By # 1.”

When God created the universe and everything in it, he “looked over all he had made, and he saw that it was very good!”(Genesis 1:31 NLT) Then he attached the little tag that says, “Inspected by # 1.” He did the same thing when he made you. He slipped that little tag in the pocket of your life that says, “Inspected By # 1.” The fact of the matter is this: God loves you and treasures you.

blonde-2198759_1920Most of us look at ourselves with a distorted or twisted perspective. We either see ourselves as no-good dirty rotten scoundrels with nothing good about us, or we see ourselves through rose-colored glasses, without any faults, weaknesses, or blemishes.

But when we look at Psalm 139, we begin to understand how God sees us, and his perspective is objective, fair and accurate. He sees us as we really are. He knows everything about us, both good and bad, yet he loves us. Listen to a few verses from the Psalm.

You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. . . . For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb; I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.  . . . all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. (Psalm 139: 1-5, 13-16 NIV)

paul-2If I am to have a healthy and accurate view of myself, it’s helpful to understand how God sees me. The same is true for you. Only when we see through God’s eyes do we really see ourselves honestly. Then, we discover that nobody is all bad, and nobody is all good. Each of us has some wonderful qualities and characteristics, and each of us has some attributes that are not very attractive. Some of these traits get in the way of our becoming who and what we were created to be, and hinder us from developing a relationship with the Lord and with other people.

These verses from Psalm 139 fill me with hope. When I start beating myself up because I see myself as worthless, instead, I choose to focus on God’s view of me. He knows every flaw, yet he loves me completely. I used to think God should love me less because of all my failures. Now, I realize that he pours out His love and grace on me just the way I am.

It’s notBible and Teacup always easy, but I’m getting better at seeing myself through God’s eyes. For example. When I start taking on too many projects, maybe it’s because I’m trying to prove that I’m worthy of God’s love. So, I remind myself that I don’t have to earn God’s approval. Neither do you.

God knows you and loves you unconditionally. Yes, he sees the ways you have failed. He knows your imperfections. But he also sees your beauty, your qualities, and your potential.

An expert photographer takes a picture with an aesthetic eye, then crops, adjusts, or edits in order to create the desired effect, or to highlight a particular aspect of the photo. In the same way, God wants to highlight what is good in you. He wants to fully develop what he sees in you. And when he is done, he’ll put that little slip of paper into your pocket: Inspected by #1.

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