Dear Friends,
At long last, I'm finally updating my blogsite. No promises that this will become a regular thing, though. I'm afraid I'm terrible at journaling, too.
Anyway, I've posted a sermon at my podcast site. The permanent link direct to the new posting is http://frjonathanlandon.podbean.com/2010/11/14/are-we-there-yet/
I'd love to post sermons more often... but that would require PREACHING more often, which is something that hasn't happened a lot, lately. For one thing, I'm not the senior pastor of the congregation where I'm serving (the Liturgical Protestant service at Ft. Carson, Colorado). For another, I've had a lot of travel this summer and fall which has made me unavailable to preach. I've had to turn down two requests.
Anyway, I'd be glad to receive your comments on my sermon, especially if it ministered to you.
In Christ,
Fr. Jonathan Landon +
Monday, November 15, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Home Again, Home Again, Lickety-Split
Well, I have returned!
The US Army Central Command Chaplain authorized me to depart Kuwait on 15 May. The US Army Central liaison at the Gateway (the airfield administrative area) said that due to the volcano erupting in Iceland, the weather in Kuwait and/or the rush of people going on rest and recreation leave (R&R) there was a backlog of people who had higher travel priority than I and I could not count on getting out of Kuwait until 22 May.
There's a policy in US Army Central that when you have been stuck in Kuwait awaiting a military flight for three days, you can request a commercial ticket; there's no guarantee you'll GET one, but you can't ask for it until you've been stuck three days. However the personnel office has the ability to look at the availability of seats on the military flights a few days in advance.
If I could get a memo from them that there would be no seats available for three days, then I thought perhaps I could get my commercial ticket authorized without going to hang out at the Gateway with no work to do for three days. Even if I did have to wait three days, better to wait three days in my OFFICE, where there's always productive work for me to do. So on the 15th, I went to the personnel office and asked the warrant officer who does such things to check on the availability of seats.
"Oh, we're not booked up," she says, "In fact, there's a flight leaving today at 2130 with plenty of available seats." (That's 9:30 pm, for you civilians.)
"What's show-time for that flight?" says I, meaning, "What time to I have to sign in at the airfield in order to be able to get on that flight?"
"12:00," says she.
I looked at my watch and and got an adrenaline rush as I noticed that the time was 9:30 am. The trip from Camp Arifjan to the airfield takes an hour and a half. That meant I had an hour to get my chaplain assistants back to the office, get my luggage loaded into the SUV and depart for the airfield. Fortunately, I had already packed - except for a few items that needed to be stashed in various corners of my luggage - and had my room inspected and completed all the administrative out-processing required.
My assistants grasped my sense of urgency, and drove with enthusiasm and focus. I won't say that we were speeding... but I won't say that we weren't either. So we made it to the airfield at about 11:25. I signed in and the sergeant at the liaison desk gave me a memo authorizing me to get a space-available seat on the flight, and told me to be in the departure briefing tent by 11:45!
From there, things went relatively smoothly - for me. Not so much for the staff at the Gateway, as we lost power in the briefing and administration tent twice, which created significant challenges for the staff, as well as making the travelers and staff alike very hot and cranky as we sat in the dark with no air conditioning while the tent rapidly approached the outdoor temperature of about 106 degrees Fahrenheit.
However, by about 3:15 pm we were through Customs. By the way, that involves unpacking EVERY bag and having EVERY item visually and manually inspected to ensure we're not smuggling anything dangerous onto the plane, or anything illegal into the US. Since I was not merely going on leave, but actually going home, I had two large duffel bags and a rucksack as checked luggage, and a day-pack and a laptop case to carry on the flight.
To keep the customs process more manageable, I had already mailed a footlocker and two boxes home. That stuff gets inspected at the Post Office before mailing, and reduces the amount of luggage you have to lug around the airfield and unpack and re-pack at Customs. There was a bit of an admin mixup, as the Customs inspector inadvertently gave me the customs form belonging to the Soldier to my right, and gave him mine, but that was resolved with a minimum of fuss and inconvenience. He discovered the problem and reclaimed his form from me, but somehow mine was mislaid and I had to fill out a new one.
Anyway, we made it through customs with time to relax for a little while. I phoned home to tell Becky that I did make it onto a flight on the 15th after all, but I did not know what time I would arrive in Atlanta. We ended up having to manually generate a passenger manifest, because of the power problems in the administrative tent, but other than that, everything went pretty smoothly. The flight was pretty uneventful, except for a philosophical discussion with the young agnostic who sat beside me on the aircraft.
After the plane landed in Atlanta on Sunday morning, we had to go through Immigration, Baggage Claim and Customs, then those of us whose final destination was Atlanta had to plop our bags BACK on a conveyor belt on which they traveled to the baggage claim at the terminal. I meant to phone my wife as soon as I got off the plane, thinking that in the time it took for her to get to the airport, I'd get through to the final baggage claim and have only a short wait for her to pick me up.
Strangely, I passed NO pay phones anywhere between the concourse where I deplaned, and the final baggage claim. I could have borrowed another Soldier's cell phone as soon as we got off the plane, but I didn't, because I thought I'd see a pay phone any minute and I didn't want to impose. Ironically, when I finally did get to the final baggage claim, and found a pay phone, I could not make my prepaid calling card work, and ended up borrowing a cell phone from a co-worker of mine - a Major who works in the Aviation section at US Army Central - who came in on the same flight from Kuwait... so if I were going to borrow a phone, I'd have been better off to just do so as soon as I got off the plane.
Anyway, put my luggage on a cart and went to hang out at the USO until the family came. Instead of going home, we went straight to church - with me still in the uniform I had been wearing for over 24 hours and smelling something less than daisy-fresh. We arrived about half an hour late for the start of the second service, walking in just as the children were blessed and sent out to Children's Church and the praise music began that immediately precedes the sermon.
Anyway, enough for now. The main thing is, I'm home, safe and sound, with my beloved family. I'll be on leave for a month, then go back to work briefly before signing out on travel leave, to move to a new assignment at Ft. Carson, Colorado.
Thanks for all of you who prayed for me and for my family while I was away. There is no doubt in my mind that your prayers brought me the spiritual help I needed to handle the challenges of separation from my family and the high pace of wartime military operations.
The US Army Central Command Chaplain authorized me to depart Kuwait on 15 May. The US Army Central liaison at the Gateway (the airfield administrative area) said that due to the volcano erupting in Iceland, the weather in Kuwait and/or the rush of people going on rest and recreation leave (R&R) there was a backlog of people who had higher travel priority than I and I could not count on getting out of Kuwait until 22 May.
There's a policy in US Army Central that when you have been stuck in Kuwait awaiting a military flight for three days, you can request a commercial ticket; there's no guarantee you'll GET one, but you can't ask for it until you've been stuck three days. However the personnel office has the ability to look at the availability of seats on the military flights a few days in advance.
If I could get a memo from them that there would be no seats available for three days, then I thought perhaps I could get my commercial ticket authorized without going to hang out at the Gateway with no work to do for three days. Even if I did have to wait three days, better to wait three days in my OFFICE, where there's always productive work for me to do. So on the 15th, I went to the personnel office and asked the warrant officer who does such things to check on the availability of seats.
"Oh, we're not booked up," she says, "In fact, there's a flight leaving today at 2130 with plenty of available seats." (That's 9:30 pm, for you civilians.)
"What's show-time for that flight?" says I, meaning, "What time to I have to sign in at the airfield in order to be able to get on that flight?"
"12:00," says she.
I looked at my watch and and got an adrenaline rush as I noticed that the time was 9:30 am. The trip from Camp Arifjan to the airfield takes an hour and a half. That meant I had an hour to get my chaplain assistants back to the office, get my luggage loaded into the SUV and depart for the airfield. Fortunately, I had already packed - except for a few items that needed to be stashed in various corners of my luggage - and had my room inspected and completed all the administrative out-processing required.
My assistants grasped my sense of urgency, and drove with enthusiasm and focus. I won't say that we were speeding... but I won't say that we weren't either. So we made it to the airfield at about 11:25. I signed in and the sergeant at the liaison desk gave me a memo authorizing me to get a space-available seat on the flight, and told me to be in the departure briefing tent by 11:45!
From there, things went relatively smoothly - for me. Not so much for the staff at the Gateway, as we lost power in the briefing and administration tent twice, which created significant challenges for the staff, as well as making the travelers and staff alike very hot and cranky as we sat in the dark with no air conditioning while the tent rapidly approached the outdoor temperature of about 106 degrees Fahrenheit.
However, by about 3:15 pm we were through Customs. By the way, that involves unpacking EVERY bag and having EVERY item visually and manually inspected to ensure we're not smuggling anything dangerous onto the plane, or anything illegal into the US. Since I was not merely going on leave, but actually going home, I had two large duffel bags and a rucksack as checked luggage, and a day-pack and a laptop case to carry on the flight.
To keep the customs process more manageable, I had already mailed a footlocker and two boxes home. That stuff gets inspected at the Post Office before mailing, and reduces the amount of luggage you have to lug around the airfield and unpack and re-pack at Customs. There was a bit of an admin mixup, as the Customs inspector inadvertently gave me the customs form belonging to the Soldier to my right, and gave him mine, but that was resolved with a minimum of fuss and inconvenience. He discovered the problem and reclaimed his form from me, but somehow mine was mislaid and I had to fill out a new one.
Anyway, we made it through customs with time to relax for a little while. I phoned home to tell Becky that I did make it onto a flight on the 15th after all, but I did not know what time I would arrive in Atlanta. We ended up having to manually generate a passenger manifest, because of the power problems in the administrative tent, but other than that, everything went pretty smoothly. The flight was pretty uneventful, except for a philosophical discussion with the young agnostic who sat beside me on the aircraft.
After the plane landed in Atlanta on Sunday morning, we had to go through Immigration, Baggage Claim and Customs, then those of us whose final destination was Atlanta had to plop our bags BACK on a conveyor belt on which they traveled to the baggage claim at the terminal. I meant to phone my wife as soon as I got off the plane, thinking that in the time it took for her to get to the airport, I'd get through to the final baggage claim and have only a short wait for her to pick me up.
Strangely, I passed NO pay phones anywhere between the concourse where I deplaned, and the final baggage claim. I could have borrowed another Soldier's cell phone as soon as we got off the plane, but I didn't, because I thought I'd see a pay phone any minute and I didn't want to impose. Ironically, when I finally did get to the final baggage claim, and found a pay phone, I could not make my prepaid calling card work, and ended up borrowing a cell phone from a co-worker of mine - a Major who works in the Aviation section at US Army Central - who came in on the same flight from Kuwait... so if I were going to borrow a phone, I'd have been better off to just do so as soon as I got off the plane.
Anyway, put my luggage on a cart and went to hang out at the USO until the family came. Instead of going home, we went straight to church - with me still in the uniform I had been wearing for over 24 hours and smelling something less than daisy-fresh. We arrived about half an hour late for the start of the second service, walking in just as the children were blessed and sent out to Children's Church and the praise music began that immediately precedes the sermon.
Anyway, enough for now. The main thing is, I'm home, safe and sound, with my beloved family. I'll be on leave for a month, then go back to work briefly before signing out on travel leave, to move to a new assignment at Ft. Carson, Colorado.
Thanks for all of you who prayed for me and for my family while I was away. There is no doubt in my mind that your prayers brought me the spiritual help I needed to handle the challenges of separation from my family and the high pace of wartime military operations.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Little Things
Here is a devotional message that I delivered a while ago at the morning update brief at HQs, US Army Central Command in Kuwait. I don't usually do the morning "Word for the Day" but my boss called me that morning saying he had a severe headache and wanted to know whether I could cover for him.
“I had a commander, once, who used to say that ‘Superior organizations do routine things routinely well.” Doing great things, amazing things or tremendously difficult things and succeeding makes for great stories, medals and evaluation reports. The capacity to do those great things, however, comes from the commitment to routinely attend to details of readiness and sustainment, and the ability to maintain that commitment over time.
“The same is true in matters of faith. Taking regular times for prayer and meditation, for Scripture reading and for worship doesn’t bring public recognition or professional advancement, but it gives us the moral and spiritual fortitude – the readiness – to face and overcome the challenges of our lives.
“As Mother Theresa of Calcutta said, “Be faithful in the little things, because it is in them that your strength lies.”
“I had a commander, once, who used to say that ‘Superior organizations do routine things routinely well.” Doing great things, amazing things or tremendously difficult things and succeeding makes for great stories, medals and evaluation reports. The capacity to do those great things, however, comes from the commitment to routinely attend to details of readiness and sustainment, and the ability to maintain that commitment over time.
“The same is true in matters of faith. Taking regular times for prayer and meditation, for Scripture reading and for worship doesn’t bring public recognition or professional advancement, but it gives us the moral and spiritual fortitude – the readiness – to face and overcome the challenges of our lives.
“As Mother Theresa of Calcutta said, “Be faithful in the little things, because it is in them that your strength lies.”
Monday, March 22, 2010
The Long Silence & The Big Project
Hello, all. I'm afraid that I've been quite remiss in writing as I should. Now I'm past the half-way point of my six-month deployment and I find I've only written a very few Tales from the Sandbox issues.
The truth is that I arrived here with a greatly mistaken impression of what my job would be like. My predecessor advised me honestly about the amount of work he had while he was hear and the amount of free time he had, and I thought I'd have a pretty reasonable amount of free time. Instead, I arrived here and was presented with a new job description that's different from the one my supervisors applied to the chaplain I replaced. I've been VERY busy. Most weeks I've worked six days a week and a few hours in the office on Sunday afternoons as well.
I'm not complaining. The work is not a waste of time - or not much of it. There's always a LITTLE bit of that in any military assignment. I'm making important contributions and my supervisors here and in Atlanta tell me they're very happy with my work. But it is definitely rather more strenuous than I was expecting.
And on top of that, I've taken on a mission project that I feel is very important and it takes quite a bit of time and energy - both emotional and mental energy - invested in developing a fund to provide scholarships for young men and women in Africa who might never have much hope of attending college without help from outside their communities. I am a firm believer that education is second only to knowledge of Jesus Christ in improving the lives of individuals, families and communities. In addition to coordination and fundraising, I spend a LOT of time providing long-distance pastoral counsel.
For now it appears we lack only a one thousand dollar lump sum to meet the initial tuition, books and start-up supplies, in order to be able to launch the student career of our first beneficiary with a full-ride scholarship. Please check out the article, "New IDA Mission Project". If the link doesn't work for you, the URL is http://www.cechome.com/?p=1225.
Well, enough for now. Probably part of the reason I blog so infrequently is that I have SO much to say, I don't think I can write it all so I don't even start. A perfect example of self-fulfilling prophesy. I need to get my laundry from the dryer and go to bed. I'll try to write more and less - more often and less in length.
God's grace and love be with each of you.
Jonathan +
The truth is that I arrived here with a greatly mistaken impression of what my job would be like. My predecessor advised me honestly about the amount of work he had while he was hear and the amount of free time he had, and I thought I'd have a pretty reasonable amount of free time. Instead, I arrived here and was presented with a new job description that's different from the one my supervisors applied to the chaplain I replaced. I've been VERY busy. Most weeks I've worked six days a week and a few hours in the office on Sunday afternoons as well.
I'm not complaining. The work is not a waste of time - or not much of it. There's always a LITTLE bit of that in any military assignment. I'm making important contributions and my supervisors here and in Atlanta tell me they're very happy with my work. But it is definitely rather more strenuous than I was expecting.
And on top of that, I've taken on a mission project that I feel is very important and it takes quite a bit of time and energy - both emotional and mental energy - invested in developing a fund to provide scholarships for young men and women in Africa who might never have much hope of attending college without help from outside their communities. I am a firm believer that education is second only to knowledge of Jesus Christ in improving the lives of individuals, families and communities. In addition to coordination and fundraising, I spend a LOT of time providing long-distance pastoral counsel.
For now it appears we lack only a one thousand dollar lump sum to meet the initial tuition, books and start-up supplies, in order to be able to launch the student career of our first beneficiary with a full-ride scholarship. Please check out the article, "New IDA Mission Project". If the link doesn't work for you, the URL is http://www.cechome.com/?p=1225.
Well, enough for now. Probably part of the reason I blog so infrequently is that I have SO much to say, I don't think I can write it all so I don't even start. A perfect example of self-fulfilling prophesy. I need to get my laundry from the dryer and go to bed. I'll try to write more and less - more often and less in length.
God's grace and love be with each of you.
Jonathan +
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Chaplain's Corner Article
I wrote the Chaplain’s Corner article, reproduced below, to be published in The Desert Voice, January 15, 2010 edition. The Desert Voice is an official publication of US Army Central Command (historically known as Third US Army and commanded during World War II by Lieutenant General George S. Patton, Jr.).
“The People Walking in Darkness Have Seen a Great Light.”
Chaplain Jonathan Landon is the USARCENT (US Army Central Command) Operations Chaplain (Forward). He is a priest in the Charismatic Episcopal Church. He represents the third consecutive generation of his family to serve in the Army, and has served for twenty-four years, in both Active and Reserve components, both enlisted and commissioned, in five military occupational specialties.
Note to the blog audience: I also provided the list of religious holidays below, in case the magazine needs a sidebar to fill some extra space.
RELIGIOUS OBSERVANCES IN JANUARY 2010
Jan 1 - Mary, Mother of God - Catholic Christian
Jan 5 - Twelfth Night - Christian
Jan 6 - Epiphany/Theophany/Three Kings Day- Christian
Jan 7 - Nativity of Christ - Orthodox Christian
Jan 10 - Baptism of the Lord Jesus - Christian
Jan 20 - Vasant Panchami ** - Hindu
Jan 24 - Triodion begins - Orthodox Christian
Jan 25 - Conversion of St. Paul - Christian
Jan 30 - February 1 Mahayana New Year ** - Buddhist
Jan 30 - Tu B'shvat * - Jewish
Note for the blog audience... this is not a complete list of religious holidays in January, just the ones that represent major, world religions. If you're interested in more detail, check out the Interfaith Calendar
“The People Walking in Darkness Have Seen a Great Light.”
Actress and talk-show host Oprah Winfrey is very fond of speaking about the “Aha! moment.” That’s the moment when you suddenly understand a complex or vexing problem that has given you difficulties. …Or maybe it’s the moment when you finally see a solution that you have been looking for and had a hard time finding. Scientists have even found that the Aha! moment is connected to a measurable, physical phenomenon. Studies at Northwestern University, show such moments “light up the brain” with a burst of electrical activity that may show us making connections among facts and possibilities that we didn’t connect before. The studies also show that—if we're open to change and maybe even looking for some kind of change—an Aha! moment is more likely to happen.
Very early in Christian history, Christians began to observe a feast on the sixth of January, in remembrance of a special Aha! moment, when the wise men from the East came to honor the young child, Jesus. Eastern Christians call that observance the “Theophany.” Western Christians use the term “Epiphany.” Both terms come from the Greek and mean “the appearance or manifestation of a god.” Epiphany has also come to mean a sudden, intuitive insight, a burst of understanding or enlightenment.
Many mistaken impressions about this event have entered Western tradition. We don’t know how many wise men there were–only that there are three kinds of gifts mentioned: gold, frankincense and myrrh. We don’t know that they came to the stable on the night when Jesus was born—in fact he was certainly over week old and may have been as much as two years old when they arrived. Tradition has assigned names to them—the most common being Caspar, Balthazar and Melchior—but those names are nowhere in Scripture, nor in any record before the Sixth Century. They are often called “the three kings,” but in fact they probably were not kings.
However, from history and from Scriptures we do know something of the effect they had when they arrived. First, they most likely came from the Parthian Empire, representing enemies that Herod had driven out of Judea on behalf of the Romans, to seize the kingdom over which Rome had appointed Herod to rule. We can scarcely think Herod welcomed them cheerfully. Second, the throne of the Parthian Empire was unoccupied at the time, and the wise men of Parthia—also called “magi”—constituted a sort of Senate, which appointed the Emperor from among the eligible candidates. Herod certainly knew this and it would have added much tension to the idea that they were seeking a King. Third, they came looking for someone who was “born to be King of the Jews”. More than anything else, Herod feared and hated anyone who might be a threat to his crown. He even murdered his own children when he thought—with little apparent justification—that they were plotting to overthrow him.
What an amazing contrast. The wise men were driven by an event they saw as so important and powerful and joyful that they went far from their home, on a dangerous journey of at least two years, to a land ruled by an enemy. They brought gifts that were precious and rare, to bow down before an infant (or maybe a toddler) who they believed would bring wonderful and amazing changes to the world. They expected to find the child in a royal palace, but when they found him in very different circumstances they still welcomed and honored him. When they had worshipped him and given their gifts, “they departed for their own country by another way.”
On the other hand, Herod hated and feared this child, whom he had never met but whose birth he should have welcomed. Herod knew the prophecies of an eternal King from the House of David, and presumably—as a convert to Judaism—he should have welcomed the signs of this King’s coming. Instead, to save himself from the changes the child would bring—changes that threatened Herod’s sense of security and power—Herod ordered the murder of all the children in Bethlehem two years old or younger. Later, his conduct became even more bizarre, grandiose and paranoid. Eventually, he was struck down by a disease, which the Bible links to his pride and his arrogance.
We each have a mental and emotional image of what it means for us to encounter God in our lives, with expectations about how we will recognize this encounter and how it will shape our lives. Our expectations have been shaped by the religious beliefs we hold, by our family relationships, by the customs of our ethnic or cultural heritage, and by joyful, painful or traumatic life experiences. Whatever our expectations, history shows us some important things about encountering God.
First, encounters with God happen at times and places and in ways that we do not expect, no matter how much we think we know about God. We have to be open-minded and have some humility about what we think we know, or we are likely to fail to recognize those encounters. We’ll go to the wrong place, look for the wrong signs, and miss the wonderful and amazing changes and growth we might have received with joy.
Second, we have a choice about how we will respond. If we value the status quo, safety, security and stability more than we value God himself, we might respond with anxiety or anger, hostility and even destructiveness. On the other hand, if we value God for his own sake, and want to know him as he is—instead of as we think he should be—we have an opportunity to receive a joyful and transformative enlightenment that will bring new meaning and understanding to every part of our lives.
Third, having experienced an encounter with God, we can allow it to change our future paths and attitude—like the wise men who went home “by another way”, or we can continue the way we were going without God—like Herod who grew worse and worse to his own eventual destruction.
The encounter with God, the burst of insight, the Epiphany, happens in God’s own way, in God’s own time. However, whether we recognize it…what we make of it…what our lives become afterward, these things are largely up to us.
Chaplain Jonathan Landon is the USARCENT (US Army Central Command) Operations Chaplain (Forward). He is a priest in the Charismatic Episcopal Church. He represents the third consecutive generation of his family to serve in the Army, and has served for twenty-four years, in both Active and Reserve components, both enlisted and commissioned, in five military occupational specialties.
Note to the blog audience: I also provided the list of religious holidays below, in case the magazine needs a sidebar to fill some extra space.
RELIGIOUS OBSERVANCES IN JANUARY 2010
Jan 1 - Mary, Mother of God - Catholic Christian
Jan 5 - Twelfth Night - Christian
Jan 6 - Epiphany/Theophany/Three Kings Day- Christian
Jan 7 - Nativity of Christ - Orthodox Christian
Jan 10 - Baptism of the Lord Jesus - Christian
Jan 20 - Vasant Panchami ** - Hindu
Jan 24 - Triodion begins - Orthodox Christian
Jan 25 - Conversion of St. Paul - Christian
Jan 30 - February 1 Mahayana New Year ** - Buddhist
Jan 30 - Tu B'shvat * - Jewish
Note for the blog audience... this is not a complete list of religious holidays in January, just the ones that represent major, world religions. If you're interested in more detail, check out the Interfaith Calendar
Monday, January 11, 2010
My latest craft project completion.
Becky and I made a stole for our friend, the recently-ordained Reverend Deacon Jim Gardiner. The embroidered design is one of my own - a modified Christus Rex, which Dcn Jim requested because the cathedral where he serves is the Cathedral of Christ the King.
It's "modified" in that--unlike the traditional Christus Rex in Catholic art, it doesn't have a crown or maniple. That's because it's made to match the cross over the altar in the cathedral, which also does not have those items.
Below are some pictures of Dcn Jim, serving at the Christmas Eve Mass at the cathedral and a scan of a test-sew of the design.
This is not a commercial, by the way. :-) It's just that I've been rather busy lately and have neglected to write, so this is one interesting thing from my recent history to write about. I actually finished the editing of the design here in Kuwait and had to email it to Becky for test-sewing. She made the stole all by herself, back at home, and it has received LOTS of compliments, from what Dcn Jim says. KUDOS, BECKY!
It's "modified" in that--unlike the traditional Christus Rex in Catholic art, it doesn't have a crown or maniple. That's because it's made to match the cross over the altar in the cathedral, which also does not have those items.
Below are some pictures of Dcn Jim, serving at the Christmas Eve Mass at the cathedral and a scan of a test-sew of the design.
This is not a commercial, by the way. :-) It's just that I've been rather busy lately and have neglected to write, so this is one interesting thing from my recent history to write about. I actually finished the editing of the design here in Kuwait and had to email it to Becky for test-sewing. She made the stole all by herself, back at home, and it has received LOTS of compliments, from what Dcn Jim says. KUDOS, BECKY!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
In the News
Looks like I made the news. :-) ...Just by doing my job, though. On the web page of the Mid-South Diocese of the Charismatic Episcopal Church there's a brief notice about me and a link to a sermon I preached at the Cathedral of Christ the King, right before I deployed.
Click here to view the article.
Click here to view the article.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
The Bishop's Special Miter
As many of you know, bishops wear different-colored miters for different seasons of the Christian year: white for Christmas and Easter, green for Kingdomtide/Ordinary Time, purple for Lent, purple or blue for Advent, red for Pentecost.
Since Bishop David Epps' collection of miters and copes is incomplete, my family decided that at the annual parish Christmas party at the Cathedral of Christ the King in Sharpsburg, GA we would present him with a miter for a very important season that he is lacking - "football season." Bishop Epps hails from the great state of Tennessee and is an avid fan of the Tennessee Volunteers. Therefore the Landon family decided to present Bishop Epps with a miter in his beloved orange and white.
This is only the second miter that we have made. I wrote out the pattern and instructions, and Becky and Denise did the cutting and sewing. It turned out a little snug for Bishop David, but we have challenged him to wear it at the next provincial convocation. We'll see how he does there - the Archbishop's an Alabaman fan!
Outward Bound Part II
Well, it’s Saturday afternoon 19 December 2009 – housekeeping day – and I’m sitting in the laundry room waiting for the washing machines to finish washing my clothes so I can move them to the dryer. So, I thought I’d use the time to prepare the next installment of Tales from the Sandbox.
Last time, I only write about half the trip out here, stopping when we left Leipzig Halle, Germany. The second leg of the flight was only about four and a half hours long. It was about 8:30 pm and fully dark when we landed in Kuwait. Even if it weren’t dark I would have been unable to send any pictures of our arrival, because photography on military airfields is not permitted without prior permission from command authorities. It’s too easy for the enemies of the United States to use information from those photos for targeting.
As we taxied to where we would disembark, in the runway lights we could see that it had been raining. Later I discovered that the brief, rainy season in Kuwait started about three days before our arrival. We filed off the airplane and onto tour busses where we sat for a long time, waiting for the baggage detail to take our bags off the airplane and put them onto a cargo truck.
Once they had completed their task and joined the rest of the passengers on the busses, we convoyed to a place about twenty minutes away, where we killed time for an hour, waiting for a Kuwaiti police escort to bring us from our holding area to the place where we would do our administrative inprocessing.
The location was pretty austere – just a bare patch of hard-packed silt and blowing sand, surrounded by concrete blast-restraining walls. For our personal comfort, there were a row of plastic porta-potties, several coolers with iced-down water bottles, and a pallet-load of water bottles waiting to go into the coolers. Under a sand-colored sun-shade (which was more of a screen than a tent) were picnic tables where we might sit and enjoy our water and any snacks we might have with us. Of course, it was dark, so the sun shade didn’t do anything for us, but I suppose it was nice to know that if we HAD been stuck there in daylight, we would have had shade.
When our escort finally arrived, we loaded the busses again and headed out. All the windows on the bus were curtained, and we were strictly instructed to keep the curtains drawn. Nobody told us the reason, but I suppose it was probably so that any hypothetical terrorists out there could not aim at the people on the bus. They could take out the WHOLE bus with a bomb or shoot randomly through the windows, but could not target individuals. (When you’re a Soldier you think of such possibilities as an ordinary part of planning a trip.) However, there have been no attacks on US forces in Kuwait since the beginning of the war in 2003, and the trip proceeded without incident.
The trip was about an hour and a half. The seats on the busses had worn upholstery – dingy with wear, but not dirty. They were narrower than the seats in American tour busses would be and had substantially less leg-room. We could not recline the seats at all without pressing on the knees of those behind us. I’m just observing, not complaining. I’ve ridden in much worse conditions.
Anybody remember the cattle cars from Basic Training? With duffel bags on our backs and rucksacks on our laps? That was worse, and certainly rides in the back of a deuce-and-a-half (2.5 ton Army cargo truck) were worse, too. Even so, I think I will never learn to love a Kuwaiti tour bus.
We arrived at the Theater Gateway, in the Logistical Support Area (LSA) at Ali Al-Saleem Air Force Base somewhere around 10:30 pm. On arrival, a junior enlisted Soldier got on the bus. “The R&R flight from Dallas just arrived before you, and so you’ll have to wait on your busses until the Dallas people are briefed and inprocessed,” she said.
“What about using the latrines?” said one of my fellow-travelers. It was a reasonably predictable question, since most of us had been aggressively hydrating during the flight and at the holding area. A wise person doesn’t want to start a sojourn in the desert already partially dehydrated.
“Oh,” she said, like this was a new idea to her, “Well, there are porta-potties right across the street, but get right back on the bus.” Then as she turned to get off the bus, she delivered this parting gem, “And go one at a time.”
A beat later, the spontaneous exclamation arose from the passengers, almost in unison, “One at a time?!? Yeah, right!!” followed by a mad dash to the porta-potties.
Apparently this young Soldier thought that there was some tragedy that would be averted by sending us one at a time. However, no drastic effects arose and about twenty minutes later as the last of the relieved passengers returned to the busses, we were told we could file off the busses.
We walked to a covered area where there were signs to various destinations. There was a sign for those staying in Kuwait, one for those traveling through Baghdad International Airport (Iraq), one for those traveling through Balad Airport (Iraq), one for Baghram (Afghanistan), and several others. Each of us stood behind the appropriate sign for our respective, final destinations.
A female sergeant with a bullhorn was walking about giving guidance about who was to go to what signs, in case we didn’t know. Her voice was high and thin and didn’t carry well – a problem many women Soldiers face when addressing large formations. The bullhorn helped a little, but not a whole lot, because the sound it produced included static and crackles that blurred the edges of her words. Since she spoke very quickly, her words mushed together and it was very difficult to understand her.
People who stood at the back of the crowds behind the signs looked at each other and said, “Hunh? What did she say?” People who stood closer and could hear her passed her instructions toward the back. Unfortunately she was still talking as they did so, so they (and the people to whom they were speaking) were apt to miss the next thing she said, so THEY said, “Hunh? What?” And so it continued. By the end of her speech, most of us had grasped about ¾ of what she said, and we hoped that nothing we missed was critically important.
After she had us properly sorted and organized, she gave us a 10-minute potty-and-smoke break. Since I had already taken advantage of the porta-potties and had no need to smoke, I took advantage of that time to search for Chaplain Huey – the person I was to replace – and Staff Sergeant Stevenson – my chaplain assistant. They had come from Camp Arifjan to pick me up and spare me from having to wait hours for a shuttle bus.
We found each other pretty easily and I went right away to load my carry-on luggage (backpack and laptop case) into the Unit Ministry Team’s SUV. I didn’t want to mess with them while sitting through briefings and looking for my checked bags.
SSG Stevenson arranged for me to be able to “swipe in” without waiting for the administrative inbriefing. I’ve been through it several times, I know the rules and since I already had a ride to Camp Arifjan the part of the briefing that tells people how and when to catch their transportation for the next leg of the journey was irrelevant to me.
The movement of personnel into the theater of operations and between camps is recorded by scanning bar codes on our identification cards. That’s what “swiping in” means – getting the card scanned. In addition to keeping accountability of personnel, swiping in also starts our various pay entitlements that go with being in a combat theater.
However, we found that I still could not depart until after the briefing because our baggage remained on the cargo truck until we unloaded it ourselves, with a “bucket brigade” style human conveyor belt. So I sat through the briefing for the fifth or sixth time.
After the briefing I went with my fellow-passengers to the cargo truck, but I found there was no need for me to be in the bucket brigade line. The Sergeant from the Theater Gateway staff was experienced at this, and knew about how long a line he needed to get the luggage unloaded and stacked for us to claim. He cut the line off short of where I was standing. So, I (and the others who had fallen in beyond the cut-off) just stepped back and watched for our bags.
I intercepted the bags as quickly as I could. I have a 65-pound rucksack (the bulk of that weight is my body armor), two duffel bags and a plastic footlocker. Chaplain Huey, SSSG Stevenson and I loaded them into the SUV, and off we went. By this time it was about midnight.
Well, this post is getting long enough. I think I’ll wrap it up for now and save the rest of the story of my arrival for later. Besides, my sheets are dry and it’s time to make my bed. Stay tuned for our next exciting episode, “Home Away from Home.”
Last time, I only write about half the trip out here, stopping when we left Leipzig Halle, Germany. The second leg of the flight was only about four and a half hours long. It was about 8:30 pm and fully dark when we landed in Kuwait. Even if it weren’t dark I would have been unable to send any pictures of our arrival, because photography on military airfields is not permitted without prior permission from command authorities. It’s too easy for the enemies of the United States to use information from those photos for targeting.
As we taxied to where we would disembark, in the runway lights we could see that it had been raining. Later I discovered that the brief, rainy season in Kuwait started about three days before our arrival. We filed off the airplane and onto tour busses where we sat for a long time, waiting for the baggage detail to take our bags off the airplane and put them onto a cargo truck.
Once they had completed their task and joined the rest of the passengers on the busses, we convoyed to a place about twenty minutes away, where we killed time for an hour, waiting for a Kuwaiti police escort to bring us from our holding area to the place where we would do our administrative inprocessing.
The location was pretty austere – just a bare patch of hard-packed silt and blowing sand, surrounded by concrete blast-restraining walls. For our personal comfort, there were a row of plastic porta-potties, several coolers with iced-down water bottles, and a pallet-load of water bottles waiting to go into the coolers. Under a sand-colored sun-shade (which was more of a screen than a tent) were picnic tables where we might sit and enjoy our water and any snacks we might have with us. Of course, it was dark, so the sun shade didn’t do anything for us, but I suppose it was nice to know that if we HAD been stuck there in daylight, we would have had shade.
When our escort finally arrived, we loaded the busses again and headed out. All the windows on the bus were curtained, and we were strictly instructed to keep the curtains drawn. Nobody told us the reason, but I suppose it was probably so that any hypothetical terrorists out there could not aim at the people on the bus. They could take out the WHOLE bus with a bomb or shoot randomly through the windows, but could not target individuals. (When you’re a Soldier you think of such possibilities as an ordinary part of planning a trip.) However, there have been no attacks on US forces in Kuwait since the beginning of the war in 2003, and the trip proceeded without incident.
The trip was about an hour and a half. The seats on the busses had worn upholstery – dingy with wear, but not dirty. They were narrower than the seats in American tour busses would be and had substantially less leg-room. We could not recline the seats at all without pressing on the knees of those behind us. I’m just observing, not complaining. I’ve ridden in much worse conditions.
Anybody remember the cattle cars from Basic Training? With duffel bags on our backs and rucksacks on our laps? That was worse, and certainly rides in the back of a deuce-and-a-half (2.5 ton Army cargo truck) were worse, too. Even so, I think I will never learn to love a Kuwaiti tour bus.
We arrived at the Theater Gateway, in the Logistical Support Area (LSA) at Ali Al-Saleem Air Force Base somewhere around 10:30 pm. On arrival, a junior enlisted Soldier got on the bus. “The R&R flight from Dallas just arrived before you, and so you’ll have to wait on your busses until the Dallas people are briefed and inprocessed,” she said.
“What about using the latrines?” said one of my fellow-travelers. It was a reasonably predictable question, since most of us had been aggressively hydrating during the flight and at the holding area. A wise person doesn’t want to start a sojourn in the desert already partially dehydrated.
“Oh,” she said, like this was a new idea to her, “Well, there are porta-potties right across the street, but get right back on the bus.” Then as she turned to get off the bus, she delivered this parting gem, “And go one at a time.”
A beat later, the spontaneous exclamation arose from the passengers, almost in unison, “One at a time?!? Yeah, right!!” followed by a mad dash to the porta-potties.
Apparently this young Soldier thought that there was some tragedy that would be averted by sending us one at a time. However, no drastic effects arose and about twenty minutes later as the last of the relieved passengers returned to the busses, we were told we could file off the busses.
We walked to a covered area where there were signs to various destinations. There was a sign for those staying in Kuwait, one for those traveling through Baghdad International Airport (Iraq), one for those traveling through Balad Airport (Iraq), one for Baghram (Afghanistan), and several others. Each of us stood behind the appropriate sign for our respective, final destinations.
A female sergeant with a bullhorn was walking about giving guidance about who was to go to what signs, in case we didn’t know. Her voice was high and thin and didn’t carry well – a problem many women Soldiers face when addressing large formations. The bullhorn helped a little, but not a whole lot, because the sound it produced included static and crackles that blurred the edges of her words. Since she spoke very quickly, her words mushed together and it was very difficult to understand her.
People who stood at the back of the crowds behind the signs looked at each other and said, “Hunh? What did she say?” People who stood closer and could hear her passed her instructions toward the back. Unfortunately she was still talking as they did so, so they (and the people to whom they were speaking) were apt to miss the next thing she said, so THEY said, “Hunh? What?” And so it continued. By the end of her speech, most of us had grasped about ¾ of what she said, and we hoped that nothing we missed was critically important.
After she had us properly sorted and organized, she gave us a 10-minute potty-and-smoke break. Since I had already taken advantage of the porta-potties and had no need to smoke, I took advantage of that time to search for Chaplain Huey – the person I was to replace – and Staff Sergeant Stevenson – my chaplain assistant. They had come from Camp Arifjan to pick me up and spare me from having to wait hours for a shuttle bus.
We found each other pretty easily and I went right away to load my carry-on luggage (backpack and laptop case) into the Unit Ministry Team’s SUV. I didn’t want to mess with them while sitting through briefings and looking for my checked bags.
SSG Stevenson arranged for me to be able to “swipe in” without waiting for the administrative inbriefing. I’ve been through it several times, I know the rules and since I already had a ride to Camp Arifjan the part of the briefing that tells people how and when to catch their transportation for the next leg of the journey was irrelevant to me.
The movement of personnel into the theater of operations and between camps is recorded by scanning bar codes on our identification cards. That’s what “swiping in” means – getting the card scanned. In addition to keeping accountability of personnel, swiping in also starts our various pay entitlements that go with being in a combat theater.
However, we found that I still could not depart until after the briefing because our baggage remained on the cargo truck until we unloaded it ourselves, with a “bucket brigade” style human conveyor belt. So I sat through the briefing for the fifth or sixth time.
After the briefing I went with my fellow-passengers to the cargo truck, but I found there was no need for me to be in the bucket brigade line. The Sergeant from the Theater Gateway staff was experienced at this, and knew about how long a line he needed to get the luggage unloaded and stacked for us to claim. He cut the line off short of where I was standing. So, I (and the others who had fallen in beyond the cut-off) just stepped back and watched for our bags.
I intercepted the bags as quickly as I could. I have a 65-pound rucksack (the bulk of that weight is my body armor), two duffel bags and a plastic footlocker. Chaplain Huey, SSSG Stevenson and I loaded them into the SUV, and off we went. By this time it was about midnight.
Well, this post is getting long enough. I think I’ll wrap it up for now and save the rest of the story of my arrival for later. Besides, my sheets are dry and it’s time to make my bed. Stay tuned for our next exciting episode, “Home Away from Home.”
Thought for the Day
Today I gave the thought for the day at the US Army Central Command Battle Update Brief. As this briefing is a command function and not a religious event, I have to follow some rules to keep the thought for the day appropriate.
First and foremost, I have to bear in mind that not everyone there is of the same faith group, and must be respectful of the presence of those whose beliefs are different from my own. That doesn't mean I have to hide what I believe, it just means I have to express my beliefs in ways that are respectful of others.
Second, I'm limited in the time available for the Thought for the Day. The target is not to exceed 30 seconds. It comes near the end of the briefing, and the attention of the participants is limited.
So, here was my thought for the day today, 19 December 2009. It actually ran a little bit over the 30-second goal, but the feedback I got was good, so it was well-received.
In recent Thoughts for the Day, Chaplain Michalke has been telling us about the Twelve days of Christmas. Some of you may also be aware that sunset today begins the last day of Chanukah.
Chanukah commemorates the victory of the Jewish Hasmonean priests against the forces of Syria in 165 B.C.E. After purifying the temple - though they only had one day’s worth of oil that met the requirements of ritual purity for the lamps in the sanctuary – they lit the lamps, which burned for eight days, until they were able to obtain more oil for them.
Chanukah reminds us that when things are darkest, God's light is able to break through to guide us, and when resources are scarcest, God is both able and willing to provide miraculously for those who trust in Him.
First and foremost, I have to bear in mind that not everyone there is of the same faith group, and must be respectful of the presence of those whose beliefs are different from my own. That doesn't mean I have to hide what I believe, it just means I have to express my beliefs in ways that are respectful of others.
Second, I'm limited in the time available for the Thought for the Day. The target is not to exceed 30 seconds. It comes near the end of the briefing, and the attention of the participants is limited.
So, here was my thought for the day today, 19 December 2009. It actually ran a little bit over the 30-second goal, but the feedback I got was good, so it was well-received.
In recent Thoughts for the Day, Chaplain Michalke has been telling us about the Twelve days of Christmas. Some of you may also be aware that sunset today begins the last day of Chanukah.
Chanukah commemorates the victory of the Jewish Hasmonean priests against the forces of Syria in 165 B.C.E. After purifying the temple - though they only had one day’s worth of oil that met the requirements of ritual purity for the lamps in the sanctuary – they lit the lamps, which burned for eight days, until they were able to obtain more oil for them.
Chanukah reminds us that when things are darkest, God's light is able to break through to guide us, and when resources are scarcest, God is both able and willing to provide miraculously for those who trust in Him.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Contact Information for Fr. Jonathan
Friends and family have asked how they can mail care packages to me while I'm here in Kuwait, so I thought I'd post contact information for everyone's convenience. No, I'm not fishing for goodies. A card or letter saying you're praying for me and the Soldiers under my care will be just as special to me.
Mailing Address
HQs USARCENT/CFLCC
Command Chaplain's Office
ATTN: Chaplain Landon
Camp Arifjan, Kuwait
APO AE 09306
For the curious... that alphabet soup on the first line means, "Headquarters US Army Central / Coalition Forces Land Component Command"
Phone (in my quarters)
1-253-642-6897
Dial this just as if it's a US phone number. It will ring on my computer if I'm logged onto the Internet and in my room to answer. If I'm not in, it will take voicemail. I'm usually in my room and awake from about 7:30 PM to about 10:30 PM Kuwait time (11:30 AM to 2:30 PM Eastern Standard Time).
IM (Yahoo): thelandon5
IM (AKO): jonathan.landon
Skype ID: fr.jonathan.landon
Mailing Address
HQs USARCENT/CFLCC
Command Chaplain's Office
ATTN: Chaplain Landon
Camp Arifjan, Kuwait
APO AE 09306
For the curious... that alphabet soup on the first line means, "Headquarters US Army Central / Coalition Forces Land Component Command"
Phone (in my quarters)
1-253-642-6897
Dial this just as if it's a US phone number. It will ring on my computer if I'm logged onto the Internet and in my room to answer. If I'm not in, it will take voicemail. I'm usually in my room and awake from about 7:30 PM to about 10:30 PM Kuwait time (11:30 AM to 2:30 PM Eastern Standard Time).
IM (Yahoo): thelandon5
IM (AKO): jonathan.landon
Skype ID: fr.jonathan.landon
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Outward Bound
Departed Atlanta about 1900 (7:00 pm for all you civilian types) on World Airlines, a small airline that—so far as I know—does only chartered flights. The plane was not overloaded so I got a seat on the aisle with an empty seat beside me. The flight crew was very prompt and efficient with beverage service and meals, which was nice for us passengers. About 20 minutes into the first film (Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, with Matthew McCaughnahey), I could tell it was not going to be worth watching and plugged myself into my MP3 player to listen to an audiobook, (Crossroads of Twilight, Book 10 in the Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan).
That worked pretty well, except that the movie on the screen in the airplane kept distracting me from the story, even though I didn’t have the airplane headphones on to hear the movie. So I wrapped a kerchief around my eyes, as if I were trying to sleep so I could listen to the audiobook without visual distraction. —with predictable results. I kept dozing, and losing parts of the story, so I had to rewind the story several times. … which is not a big problem. I probably needed the naps more than I needed to finish the story.
One of the times I came back to consciousness, I took off the kerchief and saw that there was a different movie on – the Tom Cruise movie about the German officers who tried to assassinate Hitler. However, it was well into the movie so I didn’t put on the airline headphones. In fact, I soon saw that it was actually very near the end of the movie. So, sorry, I don’t have a viewer’s assessment of whether it was a decent movie or not.
About 0400 (4:00 AM) Atlanta time, 1000 (10:00 AM) local time, we arrived at Leipzig-Halle airport in Germany. Weather is bright and clear, but a bit chilly. Busses met us at the plane and took us, not to the main terminal, but to a small, layover terminal building. (Somehow “layover terminal” sounds like it should be an oxymoron, but I don’t know what else to call it.) The expected layover time is about an hour and a half, while the ground crew refuels the plane, restocks food and beverages and cleans the plane. It’s not too bad a place to stop. There is typical airport terminal seating, a gift shop and a little café. As one of my co-travellers says, “It beats a tent.”
Naturally, after eight hours in the air, the smokers immediately strolled out to the outdoor smoking area to inhale some toxins.
There’s free Internet in the terminal, if one can succeed in getting connected. Although I managed to connect with the network, it only gave me local access, not Internet access, so I didn’t get my mail checked, and didn’t get a chance to check in on Facebook, Skype or Google Voice.
That’s a common problem I experience. Sometimes it’s just a matter of waiting while the computer and network get to know each other or something, and Internet comes up after a wait. I don’t know whether I’ll have time to wait, though. I don’t have a full battery charge, and naturally the correct adapter is in my checked luggage, so I cannot plug in my computer. Tried disconnecting and reconnecting, but that’s not working so far. Also tried to walk around the terminal to see whether there is a spot where I can get better-connected, without success.
I was rather amused to see the number of Soldiers who whipped out their notebook computers and tried to get on the Internet. Some even cared enough to pay to get on the LAN computers here in the terminal, but I didn’t think anyone was urgently desiring to hear from me at 4:00 AM, so I wasn’t about to pay. Since I now have a low battery warning and still don’t have Internet access, I guess this message won’t go out until I get to Kuwait.
That worked pretty well, except that the movie on the screen in the airplane kept distracting me from the story, even though I didn’t have the airplane headphones on to hear the movie. So I wrapped a kerchief around my eyes, as if I were trying to sleep so I could listen to the audiobook without visual distraction. —with predictable results. I kept dozing, and losing parts of the story, so I had to rewind the story several times. … which is not a big problem. I probably needed the naps more than I needed to finish the story.
One of the times I came back to consciousness, I took off the kerchief and saw that there was a different movie on – the Tom Cruise movie about the German officers who tried to assassinate Hitler. However, it was well into the movie so I didn’t put on the airline headphones. In fact, I soon saw that it was actually very near the end of the movie. So, sorry, I don’t have a viewer’s assessment of whether it was a decent movie or not.
About 0400 (4:00 AM) Atlanta time, 1000 (10:00 AM) local time, we arrived at Leipzig-Halle airport in Germany. Weather is bright and clear, but a bit chilly. Busses met us at the plane and took us, not to the main terminal, but to a small, layover terminal building. (Somehow “layover terminal” sounds like it should be an oxymoron, but I don’t know what else to call it.) The expected layover time is about an hour and a half, while the ground crew refuels the plane, restocks food and beverages and cleans the plane. It’s not too bad a place to stop. There is typical airport terminal seating, a gift shop and a little café. As one of my co-travellers says, “It beats a tent.”
Naturally, after eight hours in the air, the smokers immediately strolled out to the outdoor smoking area to inhale some toxins.
There’s free Internet in the terminal, if one can succeed in getting connected. Although I managed to connect with the network, it only gave me local access, not Internet access, so I didn’t get my mail checked, and didn’t get a chance to check in on Facebook, Skype or Google Voice.
That’s a common problem I experience. Sometimes it’s just a matter of waiting while the computer and network get to know each other or something, and Internet comes up after a wait. I don’t know whether I’ll have time to wait, though. I don’t have a full battery charge, and naturally the correct adapter is in my checked luggage, so I cannot plug in my computer. Tried disconnecting and reconnecting, but that’s not working so far. Also tried to walk around the terminal to see whether there is a spot where I can get better-connected, without success.
I was rather amused to see the number of Soldiers who whipped out their notebook computers and tried to get on the Internet. Some even cared enough to pay to get on the LAN computers here in the terminal, but I didn’t think anyone was urgently desiring to hear from me at 4:00 AM, so I wasn’t about to pay. Since I now have a low battery warning and still don’t have Internet access, I guess this message won’t go out until I get to Kuwait.
Leipzig from the air prior to landing.
Getting off the plane onto busses.
What do Soldiers do with their down time? They get on the Internet (above) and they sleep (below).
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
What's in a Name?
Hi, family, friends, fans and interested strangers! :)
My family and my long-term friends know that I've recently deployed to Kuwait. In the past, friends and family have asked me to write fairly often when I'm deployed or on temporary duty overseas so that they know what is going on with me and whether I am well. Many have an interest in supporting, encouraging and praying for our military service members--especially those who are deployed--and their families and hearing from service members like me helps them to feel connected to us and informed, so they can pray wisely.
In response to those requests, I've developed the custom of publishing a newsletter when I'm overseas that I call "Tales from the Sandbox" -- a sort of multiple entendre, to coin a phrase.
Most people are familiar with the sandbox that is found on a child's playground, a place where imagination can roam freely and children have fun and learn by role-playing.
Those with military experience may also be accustomed to the term that arose from training exercises at the National Training Center at Fort Irwin, California. Fort Irwin is very near to Death Valley. In the summer it is as hot as you could wish a desert to be during the days and at night the temperature plummets so fast that one can feel quite chilled. Even though, objectively speaking, the temperature doesn't get very cold, when it drops fifty or sixty degrees in a couple of hours, it FEELS very cold. It is dusty and dry, and so the wind moves the soil around all the time and NOTHING stays clean.
At Fort Irwin, the "sandbox" or sometimes just "the box" is the maneuver space where combat exercises occur. When you enter the sandbox, you are expected to behave in every way as if you were in a real, combat environment. If you don't take seriously what is going on there, you will be "killed" by simulated weapons, you will be responsible for the simulated deaths of your fellow Soldiers, and possibly you may cause your unit's failure to achieve its assigned missions. Everything is as realistic as can be managed without incurring real, unnecessary danger to the lives of Soldiers.
And, of course, sandbox is a somewhat archaic term for the place where indoor cats do .... well, you know.
My experiences while deployed or training in the Middle East have ranged from fun, fantastic, learning experiences, to days with live mortars falling on the base around me when it was seriously possible that people I know and care about might be dead by the time the shelling stopped. God has sent ministry opportunities my way that touched my soul with joy, excitement and satisfaction, and a feeling that I could bring God's love to people in their direst need. He has also sent challenges that simply overwhelmed my capacity to go on and left me weeping and feeling completely helpless.
Yet even as I write this, I must acknowledge that God has dealt gently with me, because I have friends and professional colleagues who have faced far worse than I ever had to, and suffered much greater harm, and (I have no doubt) have done tremendously powerful ministry in the lives of servicemembers they touched with their presence and with God's grace.
That's what's behind the tongue-in-cheek title "Tales from the Sandbox". It includes, of course, a not-too-subtle reference to the terrain and climate where the current war is happening. More than that, though, it means that military service members' experiences here range widely, from interesting, fun, wonderful and joyful through challenging and difficult to overwhelmingly sorrowful and white-knuckled, heart-pounding fear, and just plain nastiness.
This time around, I'm in Kuwait for six months, and I've decided that instead of just sending the newsletter out by email, I'll post a blog. It's likely that I will continue to update and maintain it after I return home. I'll post news and photos for my family, friends and acquaintances who are interested to know what I'm doing and how I feel about it. I'll probably post some devotional thoughts too... maybe the text of sermons I've delivered over here (rare though they'll probably be), or devotional messages that I've written just to stay in practice. ;)
Knowing me, updates will be posted at irregular intervals, so don't anyone be anxious if you don't see any changes here for a while.
Anyway, God bless you all and good night, because it's bedtime now.
My family and my long-term friends know that I've recently deployed to Kuwait. In the past, friends and family have asked me to write fairly often when I'm deployed or on temporary duty overseas so that they know what is going on with me and whether I am well. Many have an interest in supporting, encouraging and praying for our military service members--especially those who are deployed--and their families and hearing from service members like me helps them to feel connected to us and informed, so they can pray wisely.
In response to those requests, I've developed the custom of publishing a newsletter when I'm overseas that I call "Tales from the Sandbox" -- a sort of multiple entendre, to coin a phrase.
Most people are familiar with the sandbox that is found on a child's playground, a place where imagination can roam freely and children have fun and learn by role-playing.
Those with military experience may also be accustomed to the term that arose from training exercises at the National Training Center at Fort Irwin, California. Fort Irwin is very near to Death Valley. In the summer it is as hot as you could wish a desert to be during the days and at night the temperature plummets so fast that one can feel quite chilled. Even though, objectively speaking, the temperature doesn't get very cold, when it drops fifty or sixty degrees in a couple of hours, it FEELS very cold. It is dusty and dry, and so the wind moves the soil around all the time and NOTHING stays clean.
At Fort Irwin, the "sandbox" or sometimes just "the box" is the maneuver space where combat exercises occur. When you enter the sandbox, you are expected to behave in every way as if you were in a real, combat environment. If you don't take seriously what is going on there, you will be "killed" by simulated weapons, you will be responsible for the simulated deaths of your fellow Soldiers, and possibly you may cause your unit's failure to achieve its assigned missions. Everything is as realistic as can be managed without incurring real, unnecessary danger to the lives of Soldiers.
And, of course, sandbox is a somewhat archaic term for the place where indoor cats do .... well, you know.
My experiences while deployed or training in the Middle East have ranged from fun, fantastic, learning experiences, to days with live mortars falling on the base around me when it was seriously possible that people I know and care about might be dead by the time the shelling stopped. God has sent ministry opportunities my way that touched my soul with joy, excitement and satisfaction, and a feeling that I could bring God's love to people in their direst need. He has also sent challenges that simply overwhelmed my capacity to go on and left me weeping and feeling completely helpless.
Yet even as I write this, I must acknowledge that God has dealt gently with me, because I have friends and professional colleagues who have faced far worse than I ever had to, and suffered much greater harm, and (I have no doubt) have done tremendously powerful ministry in the lives of servicemembers they touched with their presence and with God's grace.
That's what's behind the tongue-in-cheek title "Tales from the Sandbox". It includes, of course, a not-too-subtle reference to the terrain and climate where the current war is happening. More than that, though, it means that military service members' experiences here range widely, from interesting, fun, wonderful and joyful through challenging and difficult to overwhelmingly sorrowful and white-knuckled, heart-pounding fear, and just plain nastiness.
This time around, I'm in Kuwait for six months, and I've decided that instead of just sending the newsletter out by email, I'll post a blog. It's likely that I will continue to update and maintain it after I return home. I'll post news and photos for my family, friends and acquaintances who are interested to know what I'm doing and how I feel about it. I'll probably post some devotional thoughts too... maybe the text of sermons I've delivered over here (rare though they'll probably be), or devotional messages that I've written just to stay in practice. ;)
Knowing me, updates will be posted at irregular intervals, so don't anyone be anxious if you don't see any changes here for a while.
Anyway, God bless you all and good night, because it's bedtime now.
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