The thinly carpeted wood floor in the old building creaked under his feet as he walked. He made his way to the front of the room. The path was so familiar that he didn’t even need to turn the lights on that night. As he came to front of the room, he turned and looked out at the empty space. It was a familiar view but the warm memories that once accompanied it had long since vanished and all that remained was the musty smell of old lumber and old carpet.
He felt the book in his hands. Like the room, it was very familiar. The guilded edges on the pages were faded and wrinkled. The fake leather cover was creased. The book had held so many promises for the man. Promises of service and sacrifice. He anticipated the first but the rapid onset of the second hit him like a punch in the gut and left him gasping. Falling to his knees. Out of breath. Out of hope. As his knees fell to the carpet the tears began to fall from his eyes.
His knees ached as the carpet failed to cushion from the old wood below it. His eyes burned with tears as he questioned the plan and providence of God. He felt a dream wilting in front of him like a flower left in a vase for too long. He saw the hurt in her eyes and heard the anger in her voice. Watching him suffer was tearing her apart. He looked in his little eyes as he wondered why his daddy kept coming home sad. Who knew that part of the service would mean that they would be hurt too? His heart broke in half.
With a voice broken and raspy from the tears, he opened the guilded book. Since he had no words to express the anguish in his soul, he let the ancient words speak for him. “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?” “My God, I cry by day but you do not answer!” “My strength is dried up like a potsherd…I am poured out like water…O LORD do not be far off!” Please. Please do not be far off.
His knees popped as he picked himself up off the floor. The book was in his hands. He had wrestled with God. He was changed. Scarred. Broken. Limping. Moving.
He left the front of the room and moved between the pews as he made his way out into the warm summer night. He looked up. The stars sang their song. The same song they sang thousands of years before when another man wrestled with God.
Since coming on Active Duty I’ve spent more time in the field than I have in probably my entire career in the Guard. Don’t hear me wrong. We went to the field in the Guard. We just didn’t do it with the regularity that I’ve now experienced on Active Duty. Part of that is due to the type of unit and brigade that I serve in but, nonetheless, it’s been a bit of a stretching and growing experience for me.
If you’re into MBTI, I’m an ISFJ. I thrive in quiet. I thrive in small groups of people with whom I share strong relational bonds. I really enjoy teaching (Which may seem counterintuitive but I’ve met a lot of introverts who enjoy teaching. We just need a nap afterwards.). Large groups of people draw heavily from my emotional well. Typically, after engaging with large numbers of people I need some time to find a quiet respite.
Being in the field means being with a sizable group of people for as long as it takes for us to accomplish our particular field problem. As a Chaplain, I make an effort to get out and see my soldiers as often possible. During our last field problem, I was able to do battlefield circulation where I spoke, face to face, with upwards of half of my unit for numerous days in a row. This was absolutely fantastic for getting to see my soldiers and get to know some of them better and provide a lot of on the spot counsel. Some of the conversations were just a few words while others were much more in depth.
What I discovered was that at the end of the day I was completely spent. By the end of the field problem I wanted to find a quiet corner, put on headphones, and read a book completely undisturbed for about 32 hours. So I’m being stretched. God is pulling me out of my comfort zone every time we go to the field. It wears me down emotionally and spiritually but what I’m finding is that it builds bridges with soldiers that never would have been there otherwise.
It has also forced me to look for those quiet moments in the midst of our field problems where I can recharge my batteries for a bit. For me this might mean that during a lull during the day, I find a quiet tree and read and pray for awhile. It might mean that if the mission allows, I go to bed a little earlier and use the time before I fall asleep in my little tent to read a book (I always bring a book to the field with me). On a spiritual level, it has reminded me to look to God for my strength and sustenance. One of my go to Psalms for a quick field devotional is Psalm 3 which speaks of David being sustained by the hand of God when he has reached the end of himself. That’s a reminder I need all the time. To try to do this on my own, to fill my well on my own, is folly.
I’m grateful that my first experience on Active Duty has been with a unit like this. It’s forced me to start to stretch my introversion a bit and also to work to develop healthy ways to recharge in the challenging environment of the field.
Well, I didn’t quite hit my goal of twenty books this year. The amount of time I spent reading dropped quite a bit when I came on active duty but I still managed to read about 18 books. This year I’ll probably set a more realistic goal of fifteen books. I’ve got a stack on my shelf of some promising books and I’ll start digging into those once I finish the Orson Scott Card Pathfinder series. So with that, here’s my favorites of the books I read this year.
I wanted to read some more Lewis so I found this to read during my morning devotions. This is a great book. Surprised by Joy has some parts that drag a bit but Lewis offers great insight drawn from the story of his life. The Four Loves is a must read for any Christian. The detailed explorations of the four types of love are challenging and eye opening.
This compelling story about James A. Garfield and his tragically short lived presidency was a real page turner. It deals with the reluctance of American doctors to embrace the idea of germs and infection and how the poor medical care the president received was what ultimately killed him. A fascinating read that anyone would find interesting and enlightening.
Did you know that ten years ago there were still surviving WWI veterans? This book tells their stories. Far more than just a book of war stories. Rubin gives these incredible people, all over 100 years old, the opportunity to tell their stories. What we get to see is a picture of resiliency and people who saw and adapted to an unbelievable level of change over the course of their lives. What makes a book like this powerful to me is it is a reminder of just how close the history of past generations is. My life overlapped with these WWI veterans. Their lives overlapped with Civil War veterans. Ponder that for a second and then buy this book.
Time travel stories are either good or bad. There’s not much in between. This was a good one. This is a YA novel that avoids a lot of the ridiculous drama and tells a compelling and well thought out story. It wrestles with the importance of the choices we make and ends up being a real page turner.
A YA book with no love triangle. I’ll say it again. NO LOVE TRIANGLE! This is much like AOY in that it is a more mature YA book. I really enjoyed the fact that the main character was married and how that relationship was the driving force in the drastic actions that he took. The latter part of the book has some echoes of Ender’s Game with its pitting of teams of teenagers against each other and the explorations of their different strategies.
I enjoy these little summaries. Much less time for writing this year unfortunately.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 17,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 6 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.