From Lamar Hunt

THE MEANING OF THE STONES.

Stonehenge
South of London, where hwy A360 intersects with A303, 8 miles North of Salisbury, just west of the river Avon, is an awesome sight. Stonehenge.
A horseshoe formation of 30 huge upright stones, weighing up to 50 tons each, completed around 1500 BC; an engineering feat that would challenge modern technology.
No one knows who built Stonehenge nor what it means.

The stones remain but the meaning is lost.


The Gilgal Stones
When Joshua lead the Children of Israel across Jordan, and into the promised land, a stone from each of the 12 tribes was placed in a heap at Gilgal, a tiny village near Jericho.
He explained his reason for erecting the monument (Joshua 4:21-24)

“When your children ask their fathers in times to come, saying, ‘What are these stones?’ Then you shall let your children know, saying, ‘Israel crossed over this Jordan (River) on dry land…as the Lord your God did to the Red Sea…that all the peoples of the earth may…fear the Lord your God forever.’ ”

The stones have long since been scattered by the forces of nature. Neither will you find the village of Gilgal. It no longer exists.

The stones are gone but the meaning remains. Why? Because succeeding generations taught the meaning of the stones.

Headstones

There are over 2 ½ million head stones that mark the graves of American Veterans. 124,909 of them are on foreign soil.

Those sacred sentinels speak to us.

These stones speak of Courage.
Like the courage shown by Major Pat Brady, who wore out three Huey choppers rescuing 51 seriously injured soldiers in one day, and was awarded the Medal of Honor for his sacrifice. I served with then MG Brady in Sixth Army in the 1990s.

These stones speak of Duty.
Because the heroes whose remains lie under these stones knew the meaning of citizenship, that nothing comes without obligation; that the nation that gave them their freedom had a right to ask that they take their turn against tyranny.

The stones speak of Honor, what we are, our character, our personal integrity.

When a prisoner of war, after surviving severe torture and near death, refused early release from the “Hanoi Hilton” because his Dad was an Admiral...honor! The voters of Arizona made him a US Senator.

The stones speak of Loyalty! I mean by that the loyalty that one G.I. has for another.
When a nineteen-year old machine gunner stood at the Chosin, on frozen feet, against a horde of Communist Chinese, firing his weapon until the barrel was red hot, so that his comrades could fall back and regroup; and stood there until Chinese Communists bullets cut him nearly in two...what do you call that? Loyalty? Courage? Duty? Honor?

All of the above!

The stones speak of sacrifice.
But sacrifice is not the end of our service. It is the beginning.
When a citizen puts on the uniform he commits his life, she commits her life, to country. That act, and the oath he or she swears, is the promise of the gift.
And it is a gift, not a loss!
So never speak of an American service man or woman losing his or her life. There is a difference in losing something and giving it.
I thank God that I was never called upon to give that gift, but I committed to it, as did every service man and woman, if it became my portion, when I chose to put on the uniform.

In his Inaugural Address, President John Kennedy (January 20, 1961): Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall
​pay any price,
​bear any burden,
​meet any hardship,
​support any friend,
oppose any foe,
​to assure the survival and the success of liberty.

​It is America’s military veterans who have paid the price, borne the burdens, and met the hardships to assure the survival and the success of liberty. And it their successors, America’s young men and women in uniform that are paying that price today.

We must teach the meaning of the stones.

Duty
Courage
Honor
Loyalty
Sacrifice.

​I can’t end without talking about one more stone, the Stone that was rolled away. What does the resurrection of Jesus mean?
​-
​- That God accepted and approved all that Jesus did and taught.
​- Jesus is Lord!
​- Our salvation, through faith in the living Jesus, is secure.
​- Our own physical resurrection is guaranteed.
​- As Jesus said, (John 14: 19) Because I live you will also live!​
​​Amen!
​- Thank you, pastor and church leadership, for conducting this wonderful worship experience in honor of our fallen heroes.

Cancer as Reality

Doc, I just finished an article in the NY Times called "The Cancer of Optimism." It is what you and I have talked about so much. I have often thought that we give too much false hope when it would be better to let a person simply "go" when there is no hope. A really moving article because it zeros in on such an obvious truth. I think you'd find it reinforcing. God bless.

HEAVEN

In just a span of a couple of days, here in CA, tragedies seem to confront us. 9 women in a wedding party were in a limo that caught fire and 5 died. Four died in a canoe accident, and a sweet popular teenager was killed in my old church community, along with her father, in an auto accident. Plus, a young soldier killed in Afghanistan, had his funeral yesterday and will be flown back to the Philippines for his final resting place. In the midst of all of this, how can we be comforted. I don't know. What I have discovered is that regardless of one's faith experience, the one comforting thing, if there is any comfort, is heaven. The idea that this life is not the end, that in some mysterious way, we will all meet again.

WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE ABOUT HEAVEN? I believe it is definitely a literal place and that we will know our loved ones when we all meet up. Plus, I believe that the various connections that we have known on earth will find the connections in each other, in heaven, i. e., a little like the "Facebook" concept. If you are a Facebook type, you know that they are constantly connecting you with others that you've known.

And, I believe about heaven is that our loved ones, when they look back to earth, they can only see the positive things. They see us when we are happy, making good decisions, remembering them, thankfulness for what we have.

It is heaven and since nobody has gone and returned to tell us how it is, it can be anything we want. The inspiration and knowledge that those we've loved see the positive things make us only want to be positive.

It is my heaven and works for me. what think? {{{{{{Jerry}}}}}}

Don't Smell 'em, Treat 'em

TREAT 'EM, DON'T SMELL 'EM

It have been a long time volunteer at UCSF, Mount Zion campus. Actually taking a little break but still out of force of habit often drop by. The other day, I ran into this guy who actually looked like a homeless person. Big baggy clothes, older guy. I don't want to be stereotypical--Who knows what a homeless person looks like or who is homeless. Anyway, I see what appears to be a hummingbird and say, "Wow, was that a hummingbird?" He says, "No, it was a", and he named a type of butterfly. It made me perk up. He then proceeds to give me a block of instruction on butterflies and what has happened to them. Then he launched into a syloquey On Monarch butterflies. They used to be everywhere, now, they are nowhere to be found. I was blown away and put it into one of those serendipity experiences. Momentarily I thought of what a nurse at the Infusion Center once said about a patient that was in fact, hygiene challenged, "We don't smell 'em, we treat 'em."

F..King UP

A few months ago, I saw the baseball movie with Clint Eastwood. He is a scout. Not much of a movie. Plot as thin as a piece of NC country ham but the story is one of missed opportunities.

Here's a war story that is only slightly related to Ball State. When I was in College trying to be a football player, the Coach talked to us about going back to our High School trying to recruit friends, etc. We had this guy, son of one of my teachers--I talked him into coming to my college. They literally ignored him. I did what I could but it was obvious that the coach's interest was zero. The guy goes to UNC becomes an All American. I wanted somebody from Ball State to recognize him, who had it all: good grades, handsome, great athlete. How lucky they would be. They could put the rush on. They did nothing. The officials had their heads up their posterior. "Ball State who?"

Chaplain's Opinions on BOSTON STRONG

Let's have some dialogue here. This is sad and fascinating to me. Most of us are glued to the radio for news of the Boston Marathon bombing. One dead and we hope closing in on the other. The one youngster on the lam is a teenager. One person interviewed, actually an NPR broadcaster, who knew the teenager. Can't believe it. Unbelievable. Questions, Questions, Questions.

Then comes a program on NPR, "Story Corp." Unbelievably inspirational. An amputee spends his time talking to patients at the hospital where his leg was amputated and who has many amputees. He goes to some bureaucrat at the hospital and tells them that he wants to volunteer to talk to amputees. They tell him to get "out of town." He isn't trained, etc. On the way out of hospital, he runs into the chaplain. The chaplain asks him what he is about. He explains to the Chaplain. The Chaplain ask, "Can he come back on Saturday? He doesn't know anything or why the Chaplain wants him to show up. But, dutifully he shows up on Saturday. It is training on how to talk to people. The Chaplain gives him a Chaplain's badge and tells him, "Now, you can visit as much and all you want." Amazing! Now, this is a Chaplain! Airborne! HooAhhhhhhh. An aside, what a nice story in light of the tragedy in Boston and the on-going man hunt.


I, along with you all, was glued to the TV as the Capture of the terrorist developed. I mentioned to Sandy that it was amazing that we could watch on TV the entire process. I thought during the time that it was so amazing and spoke to the technical proficiency and professionalism of our communication system and the journalist, it must have also put extra pressure on all the Law Enforcement agencies to provide protection, and keep the media from interfering.

The entire Law Enforcement system sure did a terrific job. I was amazed at how quickly they identified the two terrorist/brothers. It also was surprising to me that the two of them stayed in the Boston area. I would have thought that they would have had an escape plan. Perhaps they did, and perhaps it didn’t work….who knows.

I thought the interfaith worship service was terrific. All the Pastors/Rabbi/Preachers did a great job…The President’s speech was absolutely fantastic! It is amazing to me how the radical Islamic Philosophy could do such a good job in brain washing two individual who have experienced the “good American life.” Both of them, especially the younger one, were living a privileged life. How is it possible that they could turn on society and work out a plan to kill innocent people. How could the younger one be involved in such a heinous act and then go the GYM and work out and act like all is well. The only explanation I can come up with is a quote from the Bible: “The Heart is deceitful and desperately wicked.”

I am wondering if these two terrorist are part of a larger cell….I suspect they were…and am wondering if we are evolving into an increasing Israeli like environment. I hope not, but it makes me nervous. Dave


Our governmental leaders have continued to push for policies that create division among various groups and it doesn’t look like it will get better. The sadist change is the move to demonized political parties vs. working cooperatively for us. Look at how much energy and resources are being wasted on calling each other’s party out as the “devil.” TC

I believe the govt./administration/society-at-large is taking an incorrect approach to the dilemma prohibiting terrorism. Often times those that push the present style of how we deal with the potential terrorist quote the constitution/Bill of Rights, etc. In a literal sense they are often right. However, taking into consideration the reality of our present day society I believe we have to be willing to give up a portion of our freedoms. For example, there are those who vehemently speak against profiling often quote the basic concepts of our constitution: Freedom of Religion, Press, Speech, etc. Obviously, these are fantastic concepts, however, our constitutional liberties assume that our citizens are law abiding people who are willing to, when necessary, subject some of their own “rights” for the good of the nation and other people. For 200 years it worked and had fantastic results. Our concept of freedom and the fact that we believe people are “created for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness”, and thus govt. is for, of, and by the people is so right. However, now comes a high percentage of people, including those of the Radical Islamic persuasion, whose philosophy is in contradiction with our constitutional philosophy, which is built on the Judeo-Christian theology. ( I would also include the increasing number of people who refuse to accept our historical heritage; in many cases, the atheist, many of those in the “move-on” movement, etc) Now comes a problem for the pure constitutionalist…a group with whom I would identify. How do we deal with those who bring harm to our society and those who want to compromise our constitutional principles. My guess is: We have to accept the reality of the situation and:

1) Go on the offensive, rather than continually working from a defensive position. For example, we have had huge problems in even defining terrorism. Consequently, our administration refers to the Ft. Hood massacre as “work place violence”; the Benghazi massacre as anything but terrorism, etc, etc.
2) Do away with the concept of “Political Correctness” and start profiling people. At this point we allow “minorities” to put us on a guilt trip and then we back off. In the process of making sure that we are not guilty of the accusation of prejudice, that some Muslims claim, I think we have actually shown favoritism to them.
3) Completely re-work our immigration policy. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" ----a fantastic concept, but at this point, without increased regulation, it is somewhat idealistic. The present immigration policy has overwhelmed the system and we have lost control. I can’t remember which candidate, but during the Republican Presidential Candidate election process, one of the candidates proposed that we put a serious limit on immigration for the next two yrs…..until the system can catch up.
4) Enforce and increase the requirement for U.S. Citizenship, and for obtaining a “green card.” A person by the name of Dr Wolanski has written a book, entitled,Battle for our Minds.” I haven’t read the entire book, but from those snippets that I have read it makes me wish that I would have written it.

Well, that is the dialogue /meditation for the day. I realize that it would be easy to over simplify the problem. Also, I realize that it is not any one particular breakdown in our society that is causing the decline. To name a few: The Christian Church influence or lack thereof; As Marv. Points out, the educational system; the breakdown in morals; the entitlement mentality,..a political system that is, in my opinion, out of control. (could be partially fixed with term limits); the economic situation, etc..etc. Dave

Good reflections on the drama of this past week! There are many questions yet to be answered about how the two got into agents of terror. Is this the start of the trend of white folks becoming the terrorists?

Agree strongly on the work of all of the law enforcement agencies; you can bet that there will be many more cameras installed in major cities. A good idea, however, a continued move away from the freedom of the people. How normal that a very few impact the lives of many. This could be scriptural if we applied it to our Christian witness.

I agree with Marv on his assessment on the loss of teaching values in our schools. I know that this is not PC, however, we go so far to protect the rights of everyone, our system of values hardly exists. I don’t have a lot of empathy for the German family that came here because the German government doesn’t permit home schooling. Peace, Tom

Dave/Tom, these are good comments and I can't say that I disagree with any of them. I am going to have to chew over some of the views. I personally think that we don't need less government but more and I think that a great national tragedy like Boston makes us realize that. If I have been disappointed in the president in anything, it has been that he has moved to the right, in some cases more than George W., ie, use of drones, GITMO still open, Bradley Manning.

One of my big complaints is when the politicians say "American People." This is crazy. It should be the "American people" who care." Not all Americans care. Look at voting percentages.

I am sure that everybody is hanging on every word. But, the Church is in a difficult position. We are all over the map: Joel Osteen and the prosperity gospel, the idiot demonstrating at soldier's funerals, And everything in between. And this doesn't even touch the social issues. JDA.












{{{{{{{Jerry}}}}}}


On Apr 18, 2013, at 4:20 AM, David Peterson

BUDDHA

I have been reading about your great friend Louie this evening. He sure reminded me of a cook I met on my rounds with my jeep. It was out on the flat area along QL 1. To the best of my memory, there was another chaplain there. They called the cook "the Budda". We had a great time, telling stories.

Some time later I was out on one of the firebases on the way to the Ashau on a remote firebase, accessible only by helicopter.. The Brigade Commander was on the fire base and he wanted to see me. There had been a terrible accident on a nearby firebase, and he had me taken in his helicopter to the fire base.

They took me to the sight of the accident, a helicopter pad that had a Loch sitting on it. When the Loch had landed, and was still running, the cook had tried to pass under the boom between the engine and the tail rotor. He had bent over to go under the boom and got too close to the rotor. It took the top of his head off. The body was laying on the ground propped up against some sand bags, wrapped up in ponchos. I told the guys to "give me his forehead" and they unwrapped the poncho, so I could anoint him.

It may not have been Louie, but somehow I feel it was. Whether it was an accident, or on purpose, no one on this side can know. It was pretty crowded behind the helicopter with the spinning tail rotor. I'd like to think he thought he could get through that space between the exhaust and the tail rotor.

Priest from Vietnam days

KILLED BY ENEMY FIRE

Father, it was Buddha. He was quite the individual. My thinking is probably that it had more to do with his alcohism than anything. Buddha was increasingly drinking more and more. He was actually assigned to A Battery which was attached to the Infantry Battalion (not sure where this is old info or not). He was the mess sergeant and was the best at it. But, by the end of the day, often he would be so drunk that he was beyond functioning. I can't remember how much detail I put in the book about him but I, along with several others, had to rescue him often. His getting killed was because he was so drunk that he walked into the rotary blade of the LOH (light observation helicopter). What your comments make me realize: you should write your own memoir. This is a good story and informs those who might like to know more about our sorry Vietnam war. (You did your duty). This story could be topped off by the fact we reported him as KILLED BY ENEMY FIRE!

DOG TAGS

The dog tag was invented by a military Chaplain during the Spanish and American war during the time he worked at the Manila morgue. He was concerned that a deceased soldier would not be identified.

"You rarely give them a second thought when you're wearing them. But, when someone is killed in combat, the tags are removed. It's a very traumatic experience to take the tags off someone else...if I return the tags to a deceased soldier's family, I wear them, take them from around my neck and present them."

Elias Krakower recovers lost dog tags and returns them to the owner or to the family.

Emotional Support For The Grieving

The Sunday NY Times profiled a Lieutenant Colonel killed in Iraq and his three daughters and what an untimely death does to people. If you know it is coming, one thing, i.e., a terminally ill patient. If unexpected like In war, (even though there's danger), something else altogether as it is unexpected. A car wreck, accident--unexpected. A suicide.

Supporting someone in grief is often very hard, regardless but a death, "out of the blue" is even harder. "Being there" is all that can be done. Helping those experiencing grief feel comfortable is very big. Many people going through grief not only have to deal with the emotion of "loss" but with the issue of those around them who want them to "get over it" or to "move on." So, the answer. There is no answer. Just "Be There" as best you can.

DEPRESSION

The battle I waged against this vile disease in 1985 was a successful one that brought me 15 years of contended life, but the illness finally won the war. Everyone must keep up the struggle, for it is always likely that you will win the war. William Styron, Darkness Visible

Al Skinner

Albert Cameron Skinner, "Al," age 80, died on July 2, 2012. I found out only recently. Al and I were in Vietnam together. He was a terrific combat chaplain. What I always liked about Al was that he was irreverent, meaning he couldn't stand pious, hypocritical, "holier than thou" attitudes. Al was the first chaplain that I'd ever known who cussed. Now, this may not seem like a biggie to most but to me, it was colossal. I cussed all the time but it was always in my head. Al actually cussed out loud. We are not talking heavy duty stuff, mainly damns and hells and on occasion, f..k. It was always appropriately placed. For me, I could say damn or hell and it sounded out of place (I admit that I've learned. I call this my cussing blog). I just couldn't learn how to do it. Al had it dialed in. Where Al and I really hit it off was the year we were together at the Chaplain's School at Fort Hamilton, New York. (in the old days, the military sent career officers to a year of specialized training)
As part of our "Course", we took "masters" work at Long Island University. Al could never get over the fact that LIU was in Brooklyn. He loved Brooklyn and hanging out on Flatbush Avenue. We had this one deli where we would get these giant kosher pickles. When I started talking, Jacob, the Jewish owner always laughed. Al loved it and always said something like, "don't you know that Yankees think you Southerners are dumb." He belly laughed. We had the most fun.

Al and I were both country boys and Al, had grown up in upper State New York, on a dairy but was schooled in the ways of the world. He could cuss for goodness sake. But, I didn't have a clue about many things. Al delighted in telling folks his Southern buddy thought gay meant happy. Al Introduced me to the White Castle hamburger place. We had some great discussions sitting and watching traffic on the Verranzanos Narrows Bridge. I was in a Masters program in Sociology and Al was in one on Counseling. We laughed about the classes and the instructors. One female Prof. In particular gave me a hard time. I am going to use some of Al's language, "The problem you are having with her is simple, she simply doesn't like your sorry ass." We would die laughing. Al should have retired a Colonel. He never sucked up and was always his own person and was without a doubt, the most authenic human being that I've ever known. Al, thanks for the memories.

Short, short story

We were High School sweethearts. She was two years older than me and she tells me that she picks me out at a basketball game. I am sitting on the bench. I knew who she was. A cheerleader, had a car. She was something. Fast forward, our lives take different turns. She is for a bit, an airline flight attendant, begins to date a local boy who is at best a Neanderthal type. Why she would do it, I don't have a clue. I'm out pursuing whatever a guy like me pursues when away at college. But, she is always in my heart. One day I'm at school and my best buddy who is still hanging around my hometown, calls me, "Bernie, you'd better sit down. Olivia got married." What! I couldn't believe it. Somehow, I thought she'd always wait for me. She didn't, raised a family, loved her life and the sort of persona that one lives. In our little town, everybody knew her. She could light up a room just by walking into it. I visited from time to time, her husband was a good guy, worked for himself, made a good life. But, in our hearts, we always loved her. She taught me how to kiss. Her lips were soft, just imagine a small baby's fingers and touching them to your lips. And, here's where this tale is focused. We rendezvous in the sunset of our lives and after a couple of years of sporadic wonderful enlightened love making, she dies of breast cancer. I am heartbroken but move on as I have another life. Here's where it may get dicey with all but me: With regularity, I am awakened with her soft lips touching mine in the tenderest of ways. No questions or secrets revealed, merely in the first hushed mornings light I am blessed with the softest of kisses.

Xmas In Vietnam

In Vietnam, the saddest time of all were the holidays, being away from families, thinking about all the holiday activities back home. When we were back home, we might have thought the holiday season and all that comes with it was an enormous hassle; but in Vietnam, we would never admit such blasphemy.

40 plus years later, those Vietnam memories are cherished ones. I remember one very traumatic Christmas in Nam which made all of us sad and mad. The helicopter bringing the Christmas mail in a sling--a type of contraption that literally was swinging under the helicopter--hit some turbulence and the the mail was dropped. Help! Before the soldiers could get to the mail, the Vietnamese had gotten it and were nowhere to be found. Could have been the enemy, but more than likely, the friendlies, local villagers. Regardless, it was very tough to have our mail stolen at Christmas and had the troops been able to get to the ville another MyLai insanity would have been in the offing. More likely than not, the villagers innocently took our mail because it was a target of opportunity, goodies to sell on the black market.

Usually in Nam, there was a stand down, meaning that suddenly the fighting stopped. This always sounded a little crazy to me to stop the war for Christmas. If you can stop a war for Christmas, why don't you just stop

I also remember one very sad casualty during a Christmas stand down. Our FO, forward observer, stepped on a booby trap and was killed. Very sad. He was such a great guy and had a super sense of humor. Tall and handsome, 22, a graduate of St. Bonaventure University. Talk about a wasted life. As poet, Phil Woodall, says, "He may have died in vain, but he lived in honor."

This is such a difficult time for soldiers and their families. Soldiers are still in harm's way in Afghanistan. They, like in Vietnam, are in a misbegotten war.

We now celebrate the One who is the Prince of Peace, a difficult thing to think about during this time; we might use Jesus' words of peace--"peace, peace but there is no peace."

We have to see the bigger picture of Christmas, I believe: the realization that God can and does break through all the turmoil of our world. There is an enormous sadness that envelops those of us who care because of the unthinkable tragedy at Sandy Hook School in New Town, Connecticut. We can't put it down. The loss is too great. The grief is overpowering.

American soldiers who had their lives taken and the Sandy Hook youngsters and adults who had their lives "taken" are alike in this, "they may have died in vain but they lived in honor." And, for me, soldiers who died and the Sandy Hook victims will continue to live in my heart forever.

NEXT CASE

I still miss my good friend Sharon who transitioned from this life to the next a month or so ago. Early one morning, my iPhone flashed on and it was a message from Sharon. No, not really, (would have surely liked it), but from her husband, the greatest guy, wishing us a Merry Christmas. He was using her phone. A nice surprise. I have been trying to coordinate with Sharon's doc a little get together to kind of come to "closure"--Yeah I know, closure is a misnomer, whoever comes to real closer in the loss of a love one, especially someone who goes before their time. Surely no one I know.

Anyway, the doc hasn't responded which is not a big deal but it did get me to thinking. Sharon's doc is really great but she gets way too much stuff going and she can't do it all. Long story but the example to me and this isn't a hit on her, (after all, the chaplain is a professional too), just fact. If we ever think that we are more than a "file" to professionals usually, we might as well be whistling Dixie. Not so, they are doing their job. When we see a lawyer, the minister or Priest or doc, we are in their "sights" but when it is over, they go on to their next patient/client. And, this is good I think. Life goes on even we don't in the loss of our friend. Next case. God bless us all.

Homeless

Out of curiosity I “googled” the approximate number of churches/congregations in the US….460,000…Somewhere b/w 3500 and 4500 close their doors per yr.

How many homeless: 760,000..

The churches could begin with solving the homeless problem……Less than two per church. Dave

Dave, this is good thinking. How to bring this about is the issue. Plus, so complicated. If I were a pastor, I would adopt my "two." Now, that I am thinking about it, I am going to adopt my two and "play like" I am a Church. The first one is not homeless but close, actually a chaplain, seminary graduate. Long story that I don't know but think mental illness involved.

A couple of years ago, Meg, talked me into this annual program in the City, where all kinds of helping agencies show up for a day long attempt to reach the homeless. I was on the interviewing team. After about ten people, I wanted to kill 'em: most ruined their lives with drugs.

I came away, which I'm sure I've mentioned before and everyone was right with it, leaning forward in the foxhole. I think the so called homeless fit in three groups. The first ones are those who love the lifestyle. Drugs probably, they have learned the system, probably we could use the old term: bums. Forget them, we are not going to reach them. A little different than this next group who are basically addicts. Rarely, can we help but with patience, we can maybe reach one or two--lots of energy and resources wrapped around them: rehab/problems of recidivism. Then, there is a third group, families, in particular--if we are willing, we can help 'em. We have to get them in housing and help them with a life plan.

The problem of homelessness is not going away. We are not going to solve it. The old BS of platitudes, force them to work, no welfare, on and on won't hack it. We are not going to let even the sorriest among us starve. We are not a third world country. San Francisco has a welfare to work program that does fair. Homelessness is like emigration. We have to do the best we can but we cannot solve it and, it was Jesus who said, the poor we have with us forever and seems He was their champion.

{{{{{{{Jerry}}}}}}

RISK AVERSE

I am always a fan of Chaplains because they are so hard to categorize. Consequently, when I see an issue like the treatment of Bradley Manning, I am always wondering, "Where are the chaplains?" I consolidated a few tweets who said something like this,

They are protecting themselves and their careers! I worked for, gosh, 30 chaplains maybe, over my career??? Most would NOT go beyond protocol and standard issues. I would want to do something and most would freak out and worry about Commands responses.

FROM A CHAPLAIN

Usually the Chief of Chaplains is worthless and that is where some courage should start. Unfortunately, if he hadn't laid in the weeds for years, he could never have made it TO Chief.

We need about one chaplain per vet. I see these guys at VA, self medicating, etc. Let's keep fighting. We can't give up. I like the "fuck you very much" approach. I use it all the time. God bless. Keep charging.

Chaplain Dialogue

I hope that some of remarks were not meant to castigate those of us who happen to have a different political view than you, but who do seek to live our lives as committed and concerned Christians. We just had our first great grand child who is downs syndrome little boy. This little boy is going to require lots of TLC from a very caring family. Esther and I will do whatever is necessary to see that our little Brady is cared for properly. We have pledged 25% of our estate at death to our church and a big chunk of that will be targeted for helping the poor in poverty stricken nations. I have been in Africa in some of the most impoverished countries on earth. I have a heart for them and want to do my little part in helping them to a better life. I don't believe you intended to say to the some of us that as Republicans we don't side with  Jesus or Nuns or whoever. I have serious problems with Obama. When he was a senator in Illinois he voted for a bill that allowed babies of late term abortions who survived the abortion attempt, to allow them to be put to death. Is that something Jesus or Nuns would applaud for? You can argue about when does life begin etc, but this can only be described as infanticide. That is a moral issue long before it is a political issue. But that is part of the dems platform, if for no other reason than that is what our president believes in. I hope you do not approve of that. If my memory serves, you, like most of us, grew up poor but didn't know it. Our parents struggled through the depression years, at times, wondering where the next meal would come from. They worked hard to  insure that our lives would be better. There are many today who do not have the kind of parents we had or opportunities created out of sacrifice. We need a safety net for such, but not to confine them a life lived on the govt dole. That is demeaning to the integrity of each individual. I want our politicians to come together to do what is right for the American people. We have done it in the past and I hope for a better future. I just happen to believe that the repubs have a brighter future for us than the last 4 years. On that we can disagree, but I hope still love Jesus and follow his commands. Bernie. RESPONSE Bernie, i can only make a brief response to your wonderful and touching email. I am so sorry about your grandchild. Sorry in the sense that there's probably pain associated with the future. To be perfectly honest, I don't know where to go with a response. I don't want to get into defending the President. I am a big fan and think that he has learned to be a good president and deserves a second term. I could, however, live with Romney. (Much more interested in Congress personally. If we send the same ones back, we get the same thing we've had. Presidents are limited. They can only do so much, can send us to war but we are so jaded with war, don't think we have to worry for awhile. Romney did not even mention Afghanistan in his Convention speech) The president and Romney are much more alike than different. If you are into the Myers Briggs, both Romney and the President are ENTJs, you can count on it. Both are smart, calculating, and good managers. However, the only thing that I really want to say and, we can surely agree to disagree, is that you are exactly the type of voter who votes against his own interest. The Ryan budget will reduce or eliminate the very services that your grandchild needs. We could argue issues like the deficit, raising taxes on the rich, etc; and, we could be like the Congress: go nowhere with it. God bless you, Bernie.

COMBAT

"Combat" is a unique experience. The danger, the anticipation, the bullets zinging over your head. It is the fright, the sheer panic, the emotional response. The firing at the enemy. The seconds, the minutes that follow. It is over. Years later when we meet, at whatever age, we see ourselves as we were in Vietnam, not as we are today: Pot belly, gray or bald, etc. --very unique and now years later, those same senses, locked in the brain suddenly are unlocked--they surface and are experienced again. We have a unique moment.

MY BROTHER

A little heads up. I think Raz (my brother) will die in the next day or so. Skip (my nephew) called this morning and said they are stopping treatment and are going to let him die. Sad and I hate it but life and a good decision but I want us to be ready. What do we need to do?

THE BIBLE

I am not surprised at all that I am in the Bernie camp on the Scriptures. I have always believed the entire Bible to be true and free of errors and if there are any, they are man's and not God. To me, the Bible is part of the faith experience. What about some of those horrible stories of the OT. Dang if I know. Was there really someone called Job. I think so. Did God really say, "go in and kill everbody, including the babies." I doubt it but could be. I have to fall on the words of Lamar and my seminary professor, Dr Boyce. He would say on '"hard" passages," always know this: God is going to do what is right. OK. And, when hard pressed, I am going to say that I believe the Bible, the whole Bible and everything in it. I can't explain it, nor defend it. It is simply what I believe. Amen. 

{{{{{{{Jerry}}}}}} 


On Mar 29, 2012, at 7:20 AM, "Bernie Windmiller" wrote:

Have appreciated the discussion on the Holy Scriptures. I am one who believes in Biblical inerrancy. I believe the origianl manuscripts (which are extant) were free from error. To believe otherwise puts a perfect God in a precarious position. Are there errors in our NIV (or other translations)? Yes, but these are problems in transmission. Just because one Biblical writer puts an event at a different place than another, does not mean there is an error. They are writing to different people and situations and knew how and what needed to be said. That is different than a blatant knowningly error. The earliest manuscripts we have, or parts of them, are very consistent with what we have today. Once we start down the road of admitting errors, man becomes the judge of what is God's Word and what is not. Thomas Jefferson is a classic example, who could not bring himself to believe in miracles. So his NT leaves out the miracles of Jesus. He made the decision what was God's Word and what was not. I believe there are a lot less problems with accepting Biblical inerrancy than in denying it. Bernie.