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    <title>the end. for now...</title>
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    <published>2008-09-13T14:44:12Z</published>
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    <summary> I&apos;ve been back at work for a week now. My 20 day post-deployment vacation (most of which I have spent lazing around the house diligently) was brilliant but all good things must come to an end and so, it would seem, will chaplainfisher.com.   I&apos;ve had a word doc sitting on my desktop for several weeks now called &quot;last post&quot; but it was blank as nothing significant would come to mind. Once in a while, I&apos;d open it, try a few lines and then get interested in some other, vastly more interesting thing on the www and the &quot;last...</summary>
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<p class="MsoNormal">I've been back at work for a week now. My 20 day post-deployment vacation
(most of which I have spent lazing around the house diligently) was brilliant but all good
things must come to an end and so, it would seem, will chaplainfisher.com. </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">I've had a word doc sitting on my desktop for several weeks
now called "last post" but it was blank as nothing significant would come to
mind. Once in a while, I'd open it, try a few lines and then get interested in
some other, vastly more interesting thing on the www and the "last post" would
get closed. But here it is at last, the actual, honest, funeral dirge for what
has been to me a good friend for the last four years. </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">I am a goal-oriented person. Most everything I put my hand to
has what Powell coined as an "exit strategy." I rarely take on a project that
has no clear objective. This blog was no different.</p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">I started the blog in an effort to keep my family and
friends informed about my new life as an Army chaplain. Back then, everything
was amazing and new, fascinating and weird - the whole Army experience was
changing who I was at the core and I wanted everyone I knew to be aware of it.
Now, I'm thoroughly a soldier, professional clergy (as they say) and nothing
much about it is new anymore. I find that the things I want to write about
would be inappropriate fodder for a site that is so foundationally a site about
an Army chaplain. It would be inappropriate for instance to write about
politics given that as a professional soldier I am to be more or less publicly apolitical. </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">Beyond all that - I'm just kinda done writing for awhile.
I've been fighting it before I went to Iraq for the second time and since then
its just been like pulling teeth to put anything on the page. I may emerge
again under a different, less military-oriented title but until then - thanks
for coming along with me on this journey. </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">You have encouraged me when there was no encouragement. </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">You have been with me during some of the darkest, most
frightening times of my life. </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">You have joined me in the most joyful times. </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">So, to you who have kept up - Thank You! </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">Before I end, the biggest thanks is in order - this site would not have been
possible without my dear friend and best man in my wedding - Jesse Gardener.
(Founder of Plasticmind.com) Back when I had just started this site through iblog,
he was in need of some material for his portfolio and designed the original
look (remember the cammo?) and hosted it on his server. Since then, its had
several awesome upgrades and has moved from place to place. Now, I don't have
to be the web bum any more Jesse! Thanks for everything!! </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">The site will stay up for the next couple months and then
move to its permanent archive on my .mac server. I still get a lot of hits from
men and women that are looking into becoming chaplains so I think I will leave
it up for them. I may keep blogging from time to time, who knows - I never do...</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">So, I think it appropriate to end this blog with a blessing
and encourage you to keep seeking peace above all else: </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">May the God who knows your future better than you know your
past, keep you with all grace and peace. Amen.<span style="mso-spacerun:
yes">  </span></p>

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<entry>
    <title>&quot;Whose heart hath ne&apos;er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand&quot;</title>
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    <published>2008-07-23T17:40:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T17:47:46Z</updated>

    <summary>I&apos;m coming home....My favorite poem: Roads go ever ever on,Over rock and under tree,By caves where never sun has shone,By streams that never find the sea;Over snow by winter sown,And through the merry flowers of June,Over grass and over stone,And under mountains in the moon.Roads go ever ever onUnder cloud and under star,Yet feet that wandering have goneTurn at last to home afar.Eyes that fire and sword have seenAnd horror in the halls of stoneLook at last on meadows greenAnd trees and hills they long have known.~Tolkien ...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[I'm coming home....<div><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></div><div>My favorite poem: </div><div><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; "><font size="3"><i>Roads go ever ever on,<br />Over rock and under tree,<br />By caves where never sun has shone,<br />By streams that never find the sea;<br />Over snow by winter sown,<br />And through the merry flowers of June,<br />Over grass and over stone,<br />And under mountains in the moon.<br />Roads go ever ever on<br />Under cloud and under star,<br />Yet feet that wandering have gone<br />Turn at last to home afar.<br />Eyes that fire and sword have seen<br />And horror in the halls of stone<br />Look at last on meadows green<br />And trees and hills they long have known.</i></font><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;">~Tolkien </span></div><div><div><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></div></div>]]>
        
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    <title>Debt and the elusive American Dream</title>
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    <published>2008-07-22T12:06:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-22T12:27:19Z</updated>

    <summary>Hopefully, (God willing and the dust don&apos;t rise...) I&apos;ll be leaving Iraq in a day and a wake up. We&apos;ve folded the colors and the 603D mission here is done. What few of us are left just sit about waiting for the cue to get on the bird to leave Baghdad. This has given me much time to catch up on some reading and some vegging in front of the computer. I finished up &quot;Backwater&quot; - very scary and am knee deep in M. Scott Peck&apos;s, &quot;Different Drum.&quot; Fascinating. I also read an article today that I wanted to comment...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[Hopefully, (God willing and the dust don't rise...) I'll be leaving Iraq in a day and a wake up. We've folded the colors and the 603D mission here is done. What few of us are left just sit about waiting for the cue to get on the bird to leave Baghdad. <br /><br />This has given me much time to catch up on some reading and some vegging in front of the computer. I finished up "<a href="http://blackwaterbook.com/">Backwater</a>" - very scary and am knee deep in M. Scott Peck's, "Different Drum." Fascinating. <br /><br />I also read an article today that I wanted to comment on from the NY Times. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/20/business/20debt.html?pagewanted=3&amp;ei=5087&amp;em&amp;en=0409650470deb162&amp;ex=1216872000">Given a Shovel American Dig Deeper in Debt</a><br /><br />"Life takes Visa" <br /><br />"The American Dream - Priceless" <br /><br />Really? So, in order for me to get the "American Dream" or even "Live" I have to be in debt? It would seem so from the marketing. Indeed, so many have bought this ideology that whenever it comes up and and for whatever reason I note that my wife and I made some sacrifices to get out of debt entirely, many people our own age scoff. <br /><br />Why? Cause we rent a house? Cause we save up for things? Cause we choose to buy things used? Cause we put things off till we can buy them cash instead of on payments? <br /><br />Here are some gems from the article: <br /><b>(by the way, I'm all about people living up to the choices they make. I do NOT believe in the "victim culture" however, I also believe that many people who would capitalize on consumer's bad choices are in fact enablers of bad behavior, thus bear a great deal of the blame for the problems that plague consumers. People are responsible for their choices, however, if there are no real choices - are they still wholly to blame? Furthermore, should I the taxpayer, be forced to bail out a corporation that did the same thing? A great read about an average American entrepreneur who chose to live up to his debts instead of taking the easy way out can be found <a href="http://joelmaxwell.com/2006/03/22/make-saving-a-way-of-life/">here - read the comments at the bottom of the post</a> - great stuff!)&nbsp; (my comments are bold) </b><br /><br /><i>Years of spending more than they earn have left a record number of Americans like Ms. McLeod standing at the financial precipice. They have amassed a mountain of debt that grows ever bigger because of high interest rates and fees.<br /><br />While the circumstances surrounding these downfalls vary, one element is identical: the lucrative lending practices of America's merchants of debt have led millions of Americans -- young and old, native and immigrant, affluent and poor -- to the brink. More and more, Americans can identify with miners of old: in debt to the company store with little chance of paying up.</i><br /><br /><b>A reference to an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sixteen_Tons">old song </a>that my dad taught us growing up...</b><br /><br /><br /><i>But behind the big increase in consumer debt is a major shift in the way lenders approach their business. In earlier years, actually being repaid by borrowers was crucial to lenders. Now, because so much consumer debt is packaged into securities and sold to investors, repayment of the loans takes on less importance to those lenders than the fees and charges generated when loans are made.<br /><br />Lenders have found new ways to squeeze more profit from borrowers. Though prevailing interest rates have fallen to the low single digits in recent years, for example, the rates that credit card issuers routinely charge even borrowers with good credit records have risen, to 19.1 percent last year from 17.7 percent in 2005 -- a difference that adds billions of dollars in interest charges annually to credit card bills.<br /><br /></i><b>The point is that the lenders, instead of recognizing the danger in bad human behavior and stopping people, decided to cash in on their addictions - of course, if this were tobacco, there would be marches in the street and class action law suits. Instead, the taxpayer is tagged to bail out Fannie Mae. </b><i><br /><br />Average late fees rose to $35 in 2007 from less than $13 in 1994, and fees charged when customers exceed their credit limits more than doubled to $26 a month from $11, according to CardWeb, an online publisher of information on payment and credit cards.<br /><br />Mortgage lenders similarly added or raised fees associated with borrowing to buy a home -- like $75 e-mail charges, $100 document preparation costs and $70 courier fees -- bringing the average to $700 a mortgage, according to the Department of Housing and Urban Development. These "junk fees" have risen 50 percent in recent years, said Michael A. Kratzer, president of FeeDisclosure.com, a Web site intended to help consumers reduce fees on mortgages.<br /><br />"Today the focus for lenders is not so much on consumer loans being repaid, but on the loan as a perpetual earning asset," said Julie L. Williams, chief counsel of the Comptroller of the Currency, in a March 2005 speech that received little notice at the time.<br /><br />Lenders have been eager to expand their reach. They have honed sophisticated marketing tactics, gathering personal financial data to tailor their pitches. They have spent hundreds of millions of dollars on advertising campaigns that make debt sound desirable and risk-free. The ads are aimed at people who urgently need loans to pay for health care and other necessities.<br /></i><b><br />I find this particularly interesting. I read that a new emerging market for debt companies are those that just recently went bankrupt or consolidated credit - not because they are people that will repay loans but because they are more likely to generate fees.</b><i> <br /><br />For decades, America's shift from thrift could be summed up in this familiar phrase: When the going gets tough, the tough go shopping. Whether for a car, home, vacation or college degree, the nation's lenders stood ready to assist.<br /><br />Companies offered first and second mortgages and home equity lines, marketed credit cards for teenagers and helped college students to amass upward of $100,000 in debt by graduation.<br /><br />Every age group up to the elderly was the target of sophisticated ad campaigns and direct mail programs. "Live Richly" was a Citibank message. "Life Takes Visa," proclaims the nation's largest credit card issuer.<br /><br />Eliminating negative feelings about indebtedness was the idea behind MasterCard's "Priceless" campaign, the work of McCann-Erickson Worldwide Advertising, which came out in 1997.<br /><br />"One of the tricks in the credit card business is that people have an inherent guilt with spending," Jonathan B. Cranin, executive vice president and deputy creative director at the agency, said when the commercials began. "What you want is to have people feel good about their purchases."<br /><br />Mortgage lenders took to cold-calling homeowners to persuade them to refinance. Done to reduce borrowers' monthly payments, serial refinancings allowed lenders to charge thousands of dollars in loan processing fees, including appraisals, credit checks, title searches and document preparation fees.<br /><br />As the profits in this indebtedness grew, financial companies moved aggressively to protect them, spending millions of dollars to lobby against any moves lawmakers might take to rein in questionable lending.<br /><br />Just two generations ago, America was a nation of mostly thrifty people living within their means, even setting money aside for unforeseen expenses.<br /><br />Today, Americans carry $2.56 trillion in consumer debt, up 22 percent since 2000 alone, according to the Federal Reserve Board. The average household's credit card debt is $8,565, up almost 15 percent from 2000.<br /><br />College debt has more than doubled since 1995. The average student emerges from college carrying $20,000 in educational debt.<br /><br />Household debt, including mortgages and credit cards, represents 19 percent of household assets, according to the Fed, compared with 13 percent in 1980.<br /><br />Even as this debt was mounting, incomes stagnated for many Americans. As a result, the percentage of disposable income that consumers must set aside to service their debt -- a figure that includes monthly credit card payments, car loans, mortgage interest and principal -- has risen to 14.5 percent from 11 percent just 15 years ago.<br /><br />By contrast, the nation's savings rate, which exceeded 8 percent of disposable income in 1968, stood at 0.4 percent at the end of the first quarter of this year, according to the Bureau of Economic Analysis.<br /><br />More ominous, as Americans have dug themselves deeper into debt, the value of their assets has started to fall. Mortgage debt stood at $10.5 trillion at the end of last year, more than double the $4.8 trillion just seven years earlier, but home prices that were rising to support increasing levels of debt, like home equity lines of credit, are now dropping.<br /><br />The combination of increased debt, falling asset prices and stagnant incomes does not threaten just imprudent borrowers. The entire economy has become vulnerable to the spending slowdown that results when consumers like Ms. McLeod hit the wall.<br /></i><br /><b>There is a lot of talk about America being "addicted to oil" - which I would more or less agree with but the addiction to debt is destroying families every day. <br /></b><br /><br /> ]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Three Souls added to the Church</title>
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    <published>2008-06-21T21:54:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-21T22:40:36Z</updated>

    <summary> Today was a long, wonderful, exciting, exhausting day. The most important thing that took place today was the baptism of three souls marking their identification with Christ. It is my favorite part of being a chaplain/minister - baptisms. The irony of today was that this particular baptistry has been used by me before - it was sitting in front a different chapel then - there have been two chapels since that one - and now its behind the new chapel on Camp Striker, and I found myself yet again filling the tank on a bright morning. There were some...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[ Today was a long, wonderful, exciting, exhausting day. The most important thing that took place today was the baptism of three souls marking their identification with Christ. It is my favorite part of being a chaplain/minister - baptisms. 

The irony of today was that this particular baptistry has been used by me before - it was sitting in front a different chapel then - there have been two chapels since that one - and now its behind the new chapel on Camp Striker, and I found myself yet again filling the tank on a bright morning. 

There were some issues about this filling though. It was one of those bureaucratic things where no one took ownership of getting the water to get it filled. The end result of alot of  red tape was that at 0700 on the morning of the service, Ch Godfrey, (my BDE chaplain) PFC LePage (my assistant), SPC Tate (another assistant), and myself opening hundreds of 1-liter bottles of water and pouring them into the tank. I did in fact say "hundreds..."

Filling the Tank

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So there we were, our hands and wrists had gotten so tired from twisting all those caps off that, I at least, had resorted to just stabbing and slicing the bottles like I was some kind of butcher. Everyone else followed suite after that. We had gotten the tank about 3/4 of the way full when the fellow in the picture walked up and (he didn't speak english very well) wondered what we were doing. He was driving the truck that brought water tot he porta-johns. I asked him if he had any friends with some clean water (the truck said "Blue Water, Non-Potable" on the side of it). He didn't really seem to understand so CH Godfrey tried. 

(Motioning to a bottle of water he asked, "Clean water?" The fellow stared blankly. 
"What's the word for water?" He asked the man, determined to get though. 
The man looked at Ch G like he had a screw loose, "uh...water?" 

We kinda gave up after that. The porta-jon water truck guy left and returned with his friend who spoke better english. Turns out, these guys were Muslims from Macedonia and were more than happy to fill our tank with clean water. Even though it was only the last quarter of a tank - it was a blessing from on high, two minutes did what would have taken us another half an hour...

That said, when we came back at 1000 for the actual service, the stillness of the water, the men gathered there prepared to plunge in and commit to a life with Christ. It was beautiful. It was sacred. It was holy. 


Reading the opening Scripture
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Into the water 
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Up out of the water 
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Post Baptism Prayer
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Three new souls
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<entry>
    <title>Epiphany</title>
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    <published>2008-06-18T20:42:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-18T20:51:49Z</updated>

    <summary> I had something of an epiphany tonight. During my evening prayers I read, quite randomly, Psalm 84 which included this verse: Blessed is the man whose strength is in You, Whose heart is set on a pilgrimage. I wept. I am blessed, not because of where I might arrive or what conclusions I might arrive at - I am blessed because I am on the pilgrimage. Those who seek - find. ...</summary>
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<p class="MsoNormal">I had something of an epiphany tonight. During my evening
prayers I read, quite randomly, Psalm 84 which included this verse:</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><i>Blessed is the man
whose strength is in You,<o:p></o:p></i></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><i>Whose heart is set
on a pilgrimage.</i></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">I wept.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">I am blessed, not because of where I might arrive or what
conclusions I might arrive at - I am blessed because I am on the pilgrimage.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">Those who seek - find. <o:p></o:p></p>

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    <title>Memorial to a Friend</title>
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    <published>2008-06-16T20:13:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-16T20:19:47Z</updated>

    <summary>This last year, an old family friend died. His memorial was last week and I was unable to make the event as I am still over here... However, tonight, allow me to share my thoughts on his passing with you. In memory of Kenmar Blass  I don&apos;t remember when I met Ken Blass. I don&apos;t remember him ever not having a white beard and living in the woods. I suppose, since he has always just &quot;been there&quot; its hard to imagine the world without him. Sitting in my office in yet another American war far from home, I recall his words...</summary>
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        <name>Jon Fisher</name>
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        <![CDATA[This last year, an old family friend died. His memorial was last week and I was unable to make the event as I am still over here... <div><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></div><div>However, tonight, allow me to share my thoughts on his passing with you. </div><div><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></div><div>In memory of Kenmar Blass </div><div><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></div><div>
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<p class="MsoNormal">I don't remember when I met Ken Blass. I don't remember him
ever not having a white beard and living in the woods. I suppose, since he has
always just "been there" its hard to imagine the world without him. Sitting in
my office in yet another American war far from home, I recall his words to me
when I decided to join - "just keep your head down and don't volunteer for anything."
Got it Kenmar, trackin'. </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">Its strange, I'm wracking my mind trying to access my
earliest memories of Kenmar, but they are blank - it literally is as though I
have no memory of a life before Kenmar Blass. I do remember a few remarkable
moments though. </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;
tab-stops:list .5in">-<span style="font:7.0pt &quot;Times New Roman&quot;">      
</span>I shall never forget the time my brother's and I were working
in his garage, arranging tools or something like that. I was never quite sure
what it was that we were doing, I just kept moving stuff around... He was trying
to push some tool up to the second floor of that now collapsed building and his
pants, held together with a simple bolt and nut, dropped to the ground and he
stood there in his underwear. The unflappable man simply quipped, "Well, I
guess now you have seen a man literally work his pants off." </p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;
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</span>Kenmar used to take me to the Buckly Engine Show. We went
twice I remember. Seems like the first time was in payment for moving some
stuff around. Always moving stuff - never throwing it away mind you, just
moving it. We worked for several days to get the camper mounted to an old dodge
that was literally as old as me and early in the morning took off for what
seemed to me a very long trip up north. The whole experience of camping was new
and exciting to me. Kenmar seemed quite the man of the world. A walking
encyclopedia of knowledge. Strolling through the flea market, he taught me the
secret of bargaining - 1. Always have the ability walk away, 2. Never buy
anything on the first day, 3. Remember that at a flea market - its just someone
else's junk. </p>

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</span>On those trips to the Engine shows, he taught me the value of
old things. How a hit'n'miss engine worked, how a steam engine worked and how
veneer was made. Walking by those old tractors, meeting all the folks that he
knew, I learned why he loved being the life-long bachelor - apparently it was because
he could put as much turkey on his sandwich as he wanted - no one to yell at
him about it. My mom made me (and him) promise that in going to Buckly, I would
not forget to do my devotions. So, dutifully he pulled out his Bible and we
read it together. He was fascinated by the trials of Job I remember... </p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;
tab-stops:list .5in">-<span style="font:7.0pt &quot;Times New Roman&quot;">      
</span>It was one of my greatest joys to experience Kenmar in his
twilight years, a man who found his way back to the faith of his youth. I
remember his faithfulness, his dedication and his love for the Scripture. </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">I shall miss you my old friend. You, who guided and helped
shape the man I have become. I shall miss our talks, the knowledge, the wisdom
of your years. For the first time since I heard that you died, I am crying. I
shall miss you. </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">Rest now old man. Rest in the arms of the Savior who loves
you. Rest now in the bosom of the One you searched so long for. </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">Rest now my brother. You served your country well. I have
taken the flag in your memory. We who have served on the Line will muster again
under the colors when call goes out. Old soldiers never die, they just fade
away...</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">Tonight, when the taps play and the flag is lowered over the
desert, I shall think of you and remember...</p>

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    <title>Be Where You Are</title>
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    <published>2008-05-27T18:50:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-27T19:35:29Z</updated>

    <summary>I am in a spiritual shift... again... I think that most of us need to constantly be moving in our spiritual walk - our walk with God. I just finished Thomas Cahill&apos;s Desire of the Everlasting Hills and am following it up with Rabbi Lawrence Kushner&apos;s God was in this Place and I, i did not know it. Both have been profoundly moving. Both have furthered my walk with God. Earlier, I had posted a long article about love and what that means for me. Today, I will give you a couple passages and you can draw your own conclusions....</summary>
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        <name>Jon Fisher</name>
        <uri>http://www.chaplainfisher.com/</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">I am in a spiritual shift... again...<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">I think that most of us need to constantly be moving in our spiritual walk - our walk with God. I just finished Thomas Cahill's <em><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Desire of the Everlasting Hills</span></em> and am following it up with Rabbi Lawrence Kushner's <em><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial">God was in this Place and I, i did not know it. </span></em><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Both have been profoundly moving. Both have furthered my walk with God. Earlier, I had posted a long article about love and what that means for me. Today, I will give you a couple passages and you can draw your own conclusions. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">From, <em><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Desire of the Everlasting Hills, </span></em><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p><em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">The Son of Man has become the Ward of all mankind. Incarnated as Jesus of <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Nazareth</st1:place></st1:City>, he is, after his resurrection the principle of Jewish Justice itself, incarnated in the person of anyone and everyone who needs our help. It is ironic that some Christians make such a fuss over the elements of the Eucharist - bowing before them, kneeling in adoration because Christ is present in them - but have never bothered to heed these solemn words about the presence of Christ in every individual in need. Jesus told us only once (at the Last Supper) that he would be present in the Bread and Wine, but he tells us repeatedly in the Gospels that he would always be present in the Poor and Afflicted - to whom we should bow and kneel. It is perverse that some Christians make such a fuss over the bound text of God's Word, carrying it processionally, holding it with reverence, never allowing it to touch the ground, but have never considered seriously the text of Matthew 25, in light of which we should always catch God's Needy before they hit the ground. It sometimes seems that it is to church people in particular - to Christian Pharisees - that these words are directed. pg. 247</span></em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p></o:p></span></p></blockquote></blockquote>
<p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">To those that would count themselves out because they are not Roman Catholic, you need only look to the spirit that Cahill points to in order to see yourself. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">I saw me, and I have committed this sin. I have seen those with profound needs not as Christ, needing shelter, needing love - but as "one more broken soldier" I have to deal with before I can hit the rack. I have seen those that need my care and empathy not as Christ for whom I would do anything, but as "cases" and "clients." <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Then I read this from Rabbi Kushner: (The book is a "midrash" a Jewish homiletic on Gen. 28:10-16 and focuses its attention on Jacob's words when he awoke from his dream, "Surely God was in this place and I, i did not know!" The book focuses on spirituality in a Jewish context and looks at the passage from 7 different Rabbi's perspectives. I have had to read each chapter twice to fully grasp the meaning...) Several thoughts from&nbsp;various pages in the first chapter. &nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p><em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">What Jacob is saying here essentially is, "If I had known [that God would have been here], I wouldn't have gone to sleep in such a holy place!"</span></em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">The beginning of knowing about God, in other words, is simply paying attention, being fully present where you are, or as Rashi suggests, waking up. We realize, like Jacob, that we have been asleep. We do not see what it happening all around us. For most of us, most of the time, the lights are on and nobody is home.</span></em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Right now for instance, you are a reader. You are consuming these words and the ideas they bear. But suppose you were a typographer, then you would also notice the shapes of the letters. Suppose you were a poet. A&nbsp;paper manufacturer. A blind person. A composer. </span></em><strong><i><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">We find what we seek. And we&nbsp;seek who we are.</span></i></strong><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Perhaps Jacob thought, "If God was here and I didn't know, then perhaps God has been other places&nbsp;also..." </span></em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Spirituality then, is that dimension of living in which we are aware of God's&nbsp;presence. It is being concerned with&nbsp;how what we do affects God and&nbsp;how what God does affects us... it is about patience and paying attention, about seeing, feeling, and hearing things that were only a moment ago inaccessible.</span></em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">{The world around us is so complicated and loud<em><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial">} We must therefore create an elaborate&nbsp;system&nbsp;of filters, lenses, and blinders to screen out the extraneous images, leaving us with a very small field of vision</span></em>.&nbsp;{And we build a world that shuts out everything we don't want to&nbsp;see. Instead of the poor and needy who are Christ, we see welfare queens and drug adicts. Instead of&nbsp;broken souls suffering&nbsp;with no recourse we see&nbsp;the weak, complaining lot that needs to go out and get a job and contribute to society instead of tearing apart our precious social structure. In the words of Scrooge, "are there&nbsp;no prisons? Are there no workhouses?"} {my thoughts} &nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">God said to&nbsp;Moses, "Come up to Me on the mountain and be there." If Moses were to ascend the mountain, why would God also bother to specify that he "be there?" Where else would&nbsp;he be? The answer, suggests the Rabbi, is that people often expend great effort climbing a mountain, but once they get there, they're not there; they're somewhere else.</span></em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p></o:p></span></p></blockquote></blockquote>
<p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Whenever I seem to get to the top of the mountain and get some perspective on life, it does not take long for me to "be somewhere else." I'm not sure that the Army is where I'll be&nbsp;for the rest of my ministry. I'm not sure&nbsp;what the future holds but one thing I am endeavoring to do right now:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Be where I am.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<entry>
    <title>Tired.</title>
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    <id>tag:www.chaplainfisher.com,2008://3.4485</id>

    <published>2008-05-25T10:14:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-25T10:16:40Z</updated>

    <summary> Whew, busy week. I&apos;m bushed.   I took this morning off just to sleep in and rest a little. Its been that kind of week. I&apos;ve literally counseled from the time I get to work in the morning to the time I go home at night. It&apos;s the first time since I got here that I&apos;ve had people waiting to see me while I was dealing with another soldier. All week long, there were soldier&apos;s waiting to see me when I got to the office in the morning. Feels good to be needed, but man, does it wear me...</summary>
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        <name>Jon Fisher</name>
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<p class="MsoNormal">Whew, busy week. I'm bushed. </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">I took this morning off just to sleep in and rest a little.
Its been that kind of week. I've literally counseled from the time I get to
work in the morning to the time I go home at night. It's the first time since I
got here that I've had people waiting to see me while I was dealing with
another soldier. All week long, there were soldier's waiting to see me when I
got to the office in the morning. Feels good to be needed, but man, does it
wear me out!</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">Last year, at Stewart, I was having lunch with the Family
Life Chaplain and we were talking about the future (a common topic among
soldiers, the present being so tragic that one tends to talk about the future
for the hope I think) and the career path that one can take in the Army. In the
chaplain corps, when you finish your battalion time, you can go right up to a
brigade or you can get another master's and do a three-year "utilization tour"
as a family life chaplain (marriage counselor), ethics instructor, world
religions instructor and researcher, or resource management. There are a few
other things you can do in that time, different schools you can take - a common
one is Clinical Pastoral Education (CPE)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> 
</span>and become a hospital chaplain - not something I ever really want to do,
but a great ministry nonetheless. </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">So, we're talking about which of those paths might be good
for me to walk down and he made an interesting observation about ministry.
Often, I think that ministers (at least I do) feel a little guilty when (if
they can be this honest) they admit that they don't like a certain part of
their ministry. They love Jesus and they love ministry, but one part of it is
really not their cup of tea. He noted that when he went through CPE, he really
didn't like it all that much. When he got home at the end of the day, he was
absolutely exhausted. He was tired from emoting and absorbing all that pain.
However, he found that when he was counseling, he was energized! He could
counsel all day and, though tired, still had it in him to counsel more. I
completely understand. For me, counseling is exhausting. Maybe I don't have
good boundaries or something but basically, I'm like a sponge and I just absorb
all the pain that whoever I'm counseling emotes. They'll come in and start off
with their particular tragedy and I listen. I try to put together a rough
timeline and understand what happened, what their emotions are - and how that
affects them. Then we try to work toward a workable solution. </p>

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<p class="MsoNormal">Only, in this environment, there really isn't much of a
solution other than, "we need to go home." We are going into month 14 in this
deployment - no relationship is meant to stand up to 14 months of prison-like
separation. I don't have much to offer them except, well, we can pray together.
Now, understand - almost every time, that helps them feel better. In fact,
every soldier that comes thorough my office usually leaves feeling much better
because they have talked through their problem and felt love. However, the flip
side to that is how crushed I feel when they leave. On Wednesday of last week,
I found that by the end of the day (After counseling all day) I was angry at
the world. I had absorbed all their pain and those toxins were festering in me.
To top it off, I found myself working on a project for Memorial Day (I'll tell
you about that in a minute) which included slides of all our fallen brothers
and sisters this last tour - with every slide my mood worsened. See, when I
counsel all day, I don't get energized - it eats me alive. Thankfully, my roommate
called and got me out of the office to go and do combatives. We worked out for
a long time - punching, wrestling, throwing the medicine ball and basically
just working ourselves into utter physical exhaustion. Bodily exercise does
profit...a little...</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">Now, to be fair, I love helping soldiers. I enjoy
counseling, but it certainly is not something that I particularly love. It's a
huge part of being a chaplain - if you are thinking in this direction, you need
to understand this, you will not do much preaching or leading or what most
evangelical pastor functions are thought to be, you will counsel. However,
counseling isn't really my bag of tea. Teaching is. I love teaching. I love the
classroom environment. There isn't much that energizes me more than leading a
group of people through a subject and seeing the light go on. Once I understood
that, I have focused m energy here in facilitating that kind of a ministry. I
teach at least two classes a week now. I organized a weekly class at lunch
where we talk about relationships and how to improve them (and get ready for
going home!). I also teach a Bible study in B Co with some other soldiers, lead
tours of the base, and next week start teaching Financial Peace University with
Dave Ramsey. </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">My counseling spiked this week because of the reunion
briefings. I spent six evenings with my entire battalion instructing on
relationships, stress, reunions with our families, grief and normalizing
feelings - then, they came out of the woodwork! </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">Before this, I averaged probably 1.5 counseling sessions a
day. Last week, the average was five... a day... for an hour and a half each... each
of them being more tragic than the last. Relationships falling apart, families
that should not be breaking up - are, and the feelings of helplessness, hopelessness
and worthlessness that accompany that kind of tragedy. We still have 8 weeks to
go...</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">It's a whole different kinds of tired. Good tired, but tired
all the same...</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">However, I'm good. I took the morning off and its been good.
God is good. I've been immersing myself in the teachings of Jesus recently and
over and over again, I read of his compassion. To be like Christ is to have
compassion on the hurting, the needy, the poor in spirit. I've been trying to
see Christ in every soldier I meet, every soldier I cry with, every soldier I
hurt with - I sometimes feel like Walter Wangerin's "Ragman" who takes
another's pain upon themselves. It's the calling of a chaplain I guess. </p>

<p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p>

<p class="MsoNormal">I'm just glad I have such an awesome wife...</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Reunions and Family</title>
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    <id>tag:www.chaplainfisher.com,2008://3.4483</id>

    <published>2008-05-18T16:27:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-19T17:48:24Z</updated>

    <summary>Today I sent out an email to the families of my unit. I thought it might be a help to others in that position and to give Christians something to pray about as these families that have not seen each other in 15 months prepare to get back together. The Reunion Questionnaire refered to in the entry can be downloaded here: Reunion Questionnaire.doc Here were my thoughts: Hey Everybody! Greetings from sunny, dusty Camp Striker! Everyone here is working diligently to get everything done that needs doing since very soon we&apos;ll be packing it all up!! Are you excited yet? Nervous? Have you started...</summary>
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        <name>Jon Fisher</name>
        <uri>http://www.chaplainfisher.com/</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Today I sent out an email to the families of my unit. I thought it might be a help to others in that position and to give Christians something to pray about as these families that have not seen each other in 15 months prepare to get back together. The Reunion Questionnaire refered to in the entry can be downloaded here: <a href="http://www.chaplainfisher.com/Reunion%20Questionnaire.doc"></a></p><p><a href="http://www.chaplainfisher.com/Reunion%20Questionnaire.doc">Reunion Questionnaire.doc</a></p>
<p>Here were my thoughts:</p>
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        <![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 16px; ">I'm sure, given some more thought, you could come up with a few more adjectives to describe this event. To those who have been down this road before, you might have already dealt with the onrush of conflicting emotions that are inevitable whenever some event like this comes up.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">Anytime we face change, it's a scary thing.... And that's ok...<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">On that note I want to address some things that I discuss more specifically in the talk I've been giving your Soldiers in preparation for the journey home.<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">1. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Change</b> has happened. You have changed, your Soldier has changed. If you have children, they have changed. This change is as inevitable as it is a natural part of life. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">As part of that change, your Soldier has missed some very significant events in your life, as you have missed in his or hers. There is a natural temptation on the part of both Soldier here and loved one there to start the age old, "my deployment was worse than your deployment" fight. This, again, is a natural emotion. I would encourage you, when you feel the anger, resentment, and fear that change often brings with it, to remember a few things: <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes">    </span>a. Accept that change has happened and you both have to work toward getting to know each other again. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes">    </span>b. Let the past 15 miserable months be the past 15 miserable months for both of you and look toward a positive future with each other. Here, I would note that it's ok to grieve over what has been missed. It's sad, it's unhappy, and it's natural for that grief to cloud the happiness of the reunion.<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">Often we think of grief in the context of death, but most folks have some of the feelings of grief any time they suffer a loss. 15 months of lost time is a very significant loss. For many people deployment is traumatizing for a relationship to go through. So grieve, give yourself permission to go through that process. Give each other the<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">space to have these feelings and (above all) love each other through them!!(for some great resources in understanding and working through grief look at:<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">c. Look at change not as a "we'll never be what we were" but more as a "look at how strong we are now, look at what we can become!" You have both been tested to the extreme and come out stronger. The very fact that you are reading this email is a testament to what you have had to overcome in your relationship! Yeah, you've probably changed, but that's ok - in fact - it might be awesome! <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">Embrace who you have become in each other! <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">2. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Expectations</b> seem to be the biggest challenge in the time immediately following a reunion. This is my second deployment, and I have spent a great deal of time talking with Soldiers and spouses that have been down this road before. The expectations of both the Soldier and the loved one need to be on the same page, or you'll face the specter of "unfulfilled expectations."<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">In other words, communicating your expectations. By this I mean what your reunion/family time/interaction with each other looks like to you - we all have these images in our mind, but we might not always verbalize them to our spouse. What does your first day back look like? What does that first week look like? How do you see your Soldier interacting with the kids? What does that first night look like? Are you planning on having sex right away or do you think it needs to be a romantic event? These are all immensely practical questions that need to be answered before your Soldier comes home. It might be helpful to close your eyes and try to imagine these events playing out. Often, simply verbalizing what you see happening in your mind will go a long way toward accepting the reality of what your reunion will be. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">Attached to this email is a list of questions that my wife and I developed after a couple deployments and hours of counseling. Like anything of this nature, there is no "one size fits all" answer to what you specifically need to talk about with your Soldier - working through these questions will often spur more questions and discussion topics.<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">You never know what good conversation will come by asking a specific question. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">And remember this - any kind of conversation like this will bring up emotions - be careful not to judge your partner's emotions. We all feel what we feel. Whether those emotions are justified or not is really not very important to the one feeling them! Simply accept that someone feels that way and work toward finding a solution that fits everyone. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">As some have said, "look for a win-win scenario" - look for a way that you BOTH can have your expectations met! This can take a marginal reunion and make it a GREAT one!! <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">3. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Choice</b> - at the end of the day, you and your soldier have to choose to do the things needed to make your relationship work. We are only as strong as our choices in life. There is no magic technique or tool that will produce a good relationship unless you both choose to make it work. In all three units in which I have been a Chaplain, I have seen old marriages crumble and brand new ones make it. In each case of pulling through, the common denominator was the couple making the choice that they would accept each other, their choices and their quirks, in order to make it work. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">Sometimes, that's the hardest part - choosing to work hard at making a reunion a success! <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">I am SO looking forward to meeting you all! It's always fun for my wife and I to meet the "other side" of the Soldiers that I have come to know and love in the battalion. After block leave, I'll be starting "mini seminars" in the battalion. We'll be focusing on ways that we can repair our relationships and work toward a bright future. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">You are strong. You are stronger today than you were 15 months ago. You have made sacrifices that very few in this country ever make. We have each other and that makes us stronger yet! God's blessings be on you all. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p>
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    <title>Confession</title>
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    <published>2008-05-14T11:12:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-14T11:18:25Z</updated>

    <summary><![CDATA[I have a confession to make. &nbsp; I don't know why I confess things online. I really don't. Maybe it has something to do with responsibility of it, maybe its some kind of penance that I feel that I need to do in order to atone for my sin, or at least what I've though was sin. Whenever I post something like this, I know what the response is going to be, at least I think I do. People will shake their head and attribute it to being in Iraq, far from home. I suppose that's true on some level....]]></summary>
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        <name>Jon Fisher</name>
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        <![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">I have a confession to make. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font color="#000000"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">I don't know why I confess things online. I really don't. Maybe it has something to do with responsibility of it, maybe its some kind of penance that I feel that I need to do in order to atone for my sin, or at least what I've though was sin. Whenever I post something like this, I know what the response is going to be, at least I think I do. People will shake their head and attribute it to being in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Iraq</st1:place></st1:country-region>, far from home. I suppose that's true on some level. When I'm deployed I have plenty of time to think. I have time to remember, regret, embrace, expand, acknowledge, appreciate, miss, and love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>It makes sense that during these times of being the desert, I would verbalize the feelings of my heart that tend to be </font><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">anesthetized</span><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"> back at home by copious amounts of television and business. </font></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Who knows - here it is anyway. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">I don't like to read the Bible. I never have. I really want to. I just never have. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Its so freeing to admit that. I don't even know why. The other night in-between sparing in the ring, I said that to my friend. I forget what we were talking about but I was like - "yeah, I really don't like reading the Bible. I find it just hard reading. It takes a lot of effort for me to read Scripture." He was aghast. He looked at me in disbelief, "<em>but you're the chaplain</em>..." He went on and on for a while. I started to fee guilty, like I was leading him down a road that would end up with selling drugs to kids or something. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Later that night, while we were talking, I (thinking out loud as I do, it tends to get me into trouble) reflected on why I feel that way about the Sacred Text. I have always loved the Bible, I have always enjoyed studying the Word, but reading it? </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Therein, I think, lies the central issue. The Bible has always been to be something that we memorized as a family, it was a book that we read and reflected on. It has always carried a academic feeling to me. When I hear the grand Kings English (the 1611 KJV - is there anything else?), I think of warm moments around a woodstove in our farmhouse, furious debates in the basement of the men's dorm at Fairhaven, mind-numbing hours in Greek class, chapel's at the Dale Horton where I would pinch my fingers in the pages to stay awake, hours of classroom time instructing from its pages. The Word of God has always been a book to honor, study, yea, even worship. Spirituality is defined by how much you knew about it. I mean, you might feel something, but that's not important - what does the Bible mean?? That's <em>real </em>the issue! </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">I've found that my <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Bible</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">College</st1:PlaceType></st1:place> and Seminary training was limited, as such education is naturally. All three post-high school institutions I attended came from their particular background and taught me to see life from that perspective. Each of them taught a particular hermeneutic as the foundation for truth. All truth was built on certain texts. If one truth was found to be not true - certainly the rest of the teaching would be suspect and could in fact be faulty. Truth is/was seen as one of those Jenga games where if you pulled one brick from the stack, the whole thing would come tumbling down.</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><strong>Thing is, truth is so much bigger than that. Its so much more colorful</strong>. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">A passage might actually have another interpretation that might actually be as true as the other. Two people can read the same passage in Scripture, be lead down entirely different paths and still both love Jesus. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">I still don't much like sitting down and reading the Bible. My wife got me Eugene Peterson's <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">The Message</i> for Christmas. We started reading through it. For the first time I think, I found that I enjoyed reading the Bible. I looked forward to wading through a text. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Then I got deployed and here I am reading book after book about the Bible and have yet to crack it without the need to study it. Its not all that bad you know, only studying the Bible. Thousands of successful pastors do it every week. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Only, I don't want to read the Bible just to prepare a great message. I need it to speak to me. I need it to transform me. I need it to be what so many have said that it is - a living book! I need to want to read it. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">In that feeling I think I have the want to. In fact, I know that I do. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">I'm reading more now. There are days that I enjoy it, but sometimes, its still hard to get thought Leviticus...</font></p>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>MMA in Iraq</title>
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    <id>tag:www.chaplainfisher.com,2008://3.4480</id>

    <published>2008-05-10T21:51:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-10T22:26:50Z</updated>

    <summary>MMA - for those like me who don&apos;t keep up with fighting sports - stands for Mixed Martial Arts. I could explain what this is but you would do better reading the Wiki on it. Here&apos;s how I got involved: So there I was, just walking around the hanger doing my site visits and during a conversation with one of my soldiers he invited me to come &quot;do some pt&quot; with them. I never turn something like that down - if a soldier invites me I&apos;m always going to go. Turns out that is was Army Combatives which (since our instructor is...</summary>
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        <name>Jon Fisher</name>
        <uri>http://www.chaplainfisher.com/</uri>
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        <![CDATA[MMA - for those like me who don't keep up with fighting sports - stands for<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mixed_martial_arts"> Mixed Martial Arts</a>. I could explain what this is but you would do better reading the Wiki on it. Here's how I got involved: <div><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></div><div>So there I was, just walking around the hanger doing my site visits and during a conversation with one of my soldiers he invited me to come "do some pt" with them. I never turn something like that down - if a soldier invites me I'm always going to go. </div><div><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></div><div>Turns out that is was Army Combatives which (since our instructor is a level three coach and has fought in some semi-pro bouts) quickly became an MMA class. Its really, really fun only since my king-fu is not very strong - I get beat up pretty much every class. </div><div><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></div><div>... literally - the bottom picture is my eye after my roommate got done with it....</div><div><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></div><div>Its still WAY fun  - good thing the Chief of Chaplains is now cool with chaplain's doing "combative PT..." </div><div> </div>

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America Top Team sent us some mats and then did a story on us - <a href="http://www.americantopteam.com/news_detail.php?NewsArticleID=423">check it out here</a>

Here's the text - note the last line...
American Top Team Donates to US ARMY

2008-05-05
American Top Team is proud to support our troops overseas whenever possible. That's why we donated 144 square feet of grappling mats to Alpha Company, 603rd Area Support Battalion (Apache maintenance) in Baghdad. The Battalion's combatives instructor, Sergeant James West, contacted ATT through Real Fighter magazine and asked for assistance. His soldiers only had a paper-thin puzzle mat, which didn't provide enough support to train takedowns and throws and the Battalion didn't have the funds to purchase more. "We've been using what we can in a small room above one of Saddam's old hangars," West says. "It's hot and small, but you have to make due with what you have." The mats donated by American Top Team doubled the area West and his soldiers have to train and provide enough padding to train vital hand-to-hand techniques. "These mats are very appreciated by a group of guys who live to train," West says. "When we have free time, we don't have all the opportunities that you do back in the States like heading down to a movie theater or going out for dinner. Troops don't want to just sit around in their rooms and watch TV or play video games either, so hand-to-hand combatives gives them an outlet that's very therapeutic. <strong>Even our Chaplain gets in on the action.</strong>" American Top Team is proud to help.

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    <title>Why I don&apos;t blog as much and loving my enemies...</title>
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    <id>tag:www.chaplainfisher.com,2008://3.4475</id>

    <published>2008-05-05T11:12:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-05T11:18:28Z</updated>

    <summary>Christians are not know for their radical, self-sacrificial love. I&apos;m sorry, I do not mean to preach - I am not known for my self-sacrificial love. Is my calling in this world to fix all the moral problems or to love others? Is my calling to vote Christians into public office or to show Christ&apos;s love to others? Is my calling to push a radical, America serving agenda, or is my job to love others? Is my calling to play moral guardian of a secular society or to love as Christ? Is my calling to be a sin-pointer-outer or is my job to love others?</summary>
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        <name>Jon Fisher</name>
        <uri>http://www.chaplainfisher.com/</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Its been a great month! I was talking to Sara not long ago and noting that I find its a lot more difficult to come up with interesting posts this tour than last. I think the reason for this is three-fold: </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">1. I'm not a rookie in the chaplain/army business any more. I'll have been at this for four years come September and not that much is "new" any more. On my last deployment, every day would bring a new idea, new verbiage, and new experiences into my life - stuff I HAD to share! Now, I pretty much have the job down (not to a science yet, but getting there) and whatever "new" things I run into, are not actually that interesting. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">2. This environment is very different from my last one. In my last deployment, I was ministering in a very traumatic environment - not only for my troops but for me as well. I spent a great deal of time off the FOB in the combat environment but this time, its basically a garrison environment that does not change all that much. Given that we are an Aviation Support Battalion, all our work is maintenance, warehouse or other support functions and not many in my BN do "out the wire" missions so my days are VERY similar. In fact, unlike last tour, I fight the "groundhog day syndrome" daily...</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">3. I am just not as into writing as I have been in the past. I don't really know how to explain it. I sit down to write and nothing interesting jumps to my mind! Its not writer's block, I write all the time for other things, but I just don't have a lot to say I guess. Who knows, maybe it'll pass...</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">In the mean time, I've been passing time that I would otherwise be writing reading:</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Besides several novels, I've polished off some amazing non-fiction to include (finally finishing) Evil and the Justice of God by NT Wright and, most recently, The Myth of a Christian Nation, by Greg Boyd. This last book is a challenging look at the "civic religion" that Christianity in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region> has become. I would highly recommend for any Christian looking to understand the place of their faith in public practice. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">The challenge presented to me is - can I love my enemies? I mean, if I ran into an insurgent who placed the IED that killed my soldiers - could I love and serve them? I am convinced that service and the Gospel go hand in hand. Its not that we serve so that we have an opportunity to present the Gospel - its that the gospel of Jesus Christ is presented IN our service! When I bleed for others, when I sacrifice for them, I exemplify Christ. My father-in-law, a pastor in rural <st1:State w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Indiana</st1:place></st1:State>, recently went through a flood with his city. No one came to their aid. In service to Christ - with no pretentions of "souls saved" his church (in unity with another denomination) bore the burdens of the town and "so fulfilled the law of Christ." That is Christ love - that is Christianity.</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">From <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">The Myth of a Christian Nation, </i>"<em>Doing</em> the kingdom always requires that we bleed for others, and for just this reason, <em>doing</em> the kingdom accomplishes something kingdom-of-the-world activity can never accomplish. <strong>It may not immediately adjust people's behavior, but this is not what it seeks to accomplish. Rather, it transforms people's hearts and therefore transforms society</strong>." (pg.116) </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">How can I serve others? How can I show the love of Christ in this camp? How can I show Christ's love? </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Christians are not know for their radical, self-sacrificial love. I'm sorry, I do not mean to preach - I am not known for my self-sacrificial love. Is my calling in this world to fix all the moral problems or to love others? Is my calling to vote Christians into public office or to show Christ's love to others? Is my calling to push a radical, <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region> serving agenda, or is my job to love others? Is my calling to play moral guardian of a secular society or to love as Christ? Is my calling to be a sin-pointer-outer or is my job to love others? </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">I suppose some would argue that in confronting sin we are loving others - tough love - right? Besides the Jewish authorities, when did Christ do this? Jesus, a Jewish prophet in a Jewish world, rightly pointed out the problems of the Jewish religious leadership - when did he say anything about the unjust, corrupt, decadent Roman authority? He said to "love your enemies" - love - when these same Christians would soon be fed to lions for sport....</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">I don't love like that. I'm quite sure I can't. I know that such love needs the transformational power of the Christ through the Holy Spirit. Its deeper than a systematic theology, its deeper than a dogma or tradition - its has to come from deep with in is. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><strong>I want to <em>want</em> to love.</strong> </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Again, Boyd, "Above all we are to love. Everything we do is to be done in love and, thus, communicate love. We are to imitate God by living Christ like love, and if we do this we fulfill the whole law. If we lack this, everything else we do is devoid of kingdom value, however impressive it might otherwise be. Not only this but God has leveraged the expansion of this Kingdom on the church loving like Christ loves. By God's own design, the corporate "body of Christ" is to grow as the corporate body does exactly what the incarnate body of Christ did - dying for those that crucified him. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><em>For the church to lack love is for the church to lack everything.</em> No heresy could be worse!" (pg. 134) </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Love - not "tough love" or "confrontational love" but honest, unconditional, Christ-like love. Love with no borders, colors, creeds, belief structures, strings or money. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Love. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Yeah, that kind of love is a lot harder than forwarding an email or sticking a sign in your yard. Its harder than putting money in an offering plate or having conversations about the degradation of culture. This kind of love demands that I give of myself. Give of my family. Give of my life. Its hard. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">But I've been called to it. I've been commanded to love - John says, "a<em> new commandment I give you - love one another</em>..." Its been personified in the love that loved while the nails were driven into the hands of the lover. Love is the glory of God, expressed by the Word given to mankind. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">At least its hard for me. You might be beyond that already. Perhaps you could share your secret as to how you came to that...</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Every day, I pray that God will help me love soldiers. But you know, I already do, I already love them - <em>how do I love my enemies</em>? </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Maybe the reason we have such a hard time as Christians loving our enemies is because we find it so hard to love our brothers and sisters in Christ - but that would be a bit much to ask wouldn't it....</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">I love you. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">God helping me...</font></p>
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<entry>
    <title>Three Years and Lovin&apos; Every Second</title>
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    <id>tag:www.chaplainfisher.com,2008://3.4470</id>

    <published>2008-04-11T10:21:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-11T10:29:45Z</updated>

    <summary>Three years. Three Aniversaries. One together. Charlston. The crapy apartment in Cedar Springs. The Cabin on the River where you could hear the traffic and the fireplace belched smoke. Skype. Messenger. Packages from you. Church Hopping. Sunday Afternoons. Used Bookstores. Waffle House. Hours of Conversation. Understanding. Love. Sophia. Us. Three Years. I hope it never ends. Happy Anniversary my love....</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Jon Fisher</name>
        <uri>http://www.chaplainfisher.com/</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Three years. Three Aniversaries. One together. </p>
<p>Charlston.</p>
<p>The crapy apartment in Cedar Springs. </p>
<p>The Cabin on the River where you could hear the traffic and the fireplace belched smoke. </p>
<p>Skype. </p>
<p>Messenger. </p>
<p>Packages from you. </p>
<p>Church Hopping. </p>
<p>Sunday Afternoons. </p>
<p>Used Bookstores. </p>
<p>Waffle House. </p>
<p>Hours of Conversation. </p>
<p>Understanding. </p>
<p>Love. </p>
<p>Sophia. </p>
<p>Us. </p>
<p>Three Years. </p>
<p>I hope it never ends. </p>
<p>Happy Anniversary my love. </p>]]>
        
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    <title>Green Greed and a great blog</title>
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    <id>tag:www.chaplainfisher.com,2008://3.4466</id>

    <published>2008-03-28T09:03:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-28T09:16:26Z</updated>

    <summary>In the new world of &quot;Support Battalion&quot; I find that I have a lot more time to read than I ever thought I would. Indeed, I have rediscovered the &quot;non-required-for-some-degree-non-fiction&quot; book. Last week I finished, &quot;Making Globalism Work&quot; - that was streaching. You know, you need to read a book that streches you from time to time. I certainly did not agree with the all the conclusions the author came to but I certainly can see a different side to the whole globalsim debate now. After a heavy read on global economics - one needs a rollicking good tale, I...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Jon Fisher</name>
        <uri>http://www.chaplainfisher.com/</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">In the new world of "Support Battalion" I find that I have a lot more time to read than I ever thought I would. Indeed, I have rediscovered the "non-required-for-some-degree-non-fiction" book. Last week I finished, "Making Globalism Work" - that was streaching. You know, you need to read a book that streches you from time to time. I certainly did not agree with the all the conclusions the author came to but I certainly can see a different side to the whole globalsim debate now. After a heavy read on global economics - one needs a rollicking good tale, I chose&nbsp;"Vagabond" about&nbsp;the Hundred Years War by Bernard Cornwall. Ahh....</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">In the mean time, Check out this article in the Washington Post entitled, "<a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/03/04/AR2008030403198_pf.html">Greed in the Name of Green.</a>" I loved it! I found it by reading this <a href="http://blog.beliefnet.com/godspolitics/2008/03/green-greed-by-kim-szeto.html">commentary</a> on it at the <a href="http://www.sojo.net/">Sojo blog</a>. Man, if keep reading this stuff I'm gonna end up some kind of peace-loving liberal... or something... </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Maybe I'll just settle for independent. And a Christian. Maybe no tags at all. mmm, wouldn't that be nice...</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Who knows.</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Enjoy the article - I did - its wickedly caustic. My favorite...</font></p>]]>
        
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    <title>Breaking Silence</title>
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    <published>2008-03-26T16:31:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-26T16:37:27Z</updated>

    <summary><![CDATA[BREAK &nbsp; RADIO SILENCE LIFTED &nbsp; BREAK &nbsp; SORRY FOR NOT POSTING.... &nbsp; Greetings from the one the only Camp Striker, Iraq!...]]></summary>
    <author>
        <name>Jon Fisher</name>
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        <![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">BREAK</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">RADIO SILENCE LIFTED </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">BREAK</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">SORRY FOR NOT POSTING....</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Greetings from the one the only <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on">Camp Striker</st1:City>, <st1:country-region w:st="on">Iraq</st1:country-region></st1:place>! </font></p>]]>
        <![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Sunday was Easter and we celebrated in style. We held our Sunrise Service on the roof of the Dining Facility overlooking the air strip here at <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Baghdad</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">International</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Airport</st1:PlaceType></st1:place>. It was awesome! I don't know if it topped the Sunrise Service at the traditional birthplace of Abraham, but it came really, really close. Afterward, one officer thanked me for doing the service by saying, "you know chap, everything here is so negative, thanks for giving me a positive memory of this place." </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">That's just cool. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">The chaplain team here in the 3<sup>rd</sup> Combat Aviation Brigade is tired. Rightly so, they have been in country now for 11 months and five still to go. When I brought up a <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Sunrise</st1:place></st1:City> service a month ago, they said they didn't want to do one. I figured that I would just let it drop and then my BDE chaplain called and asked if I wanted to head it up. Of course, the answer was in the affirmative and the service atop the DEFAC was the result. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">I've really grown theologically and spiritually since becoming a chaplain. I'm coming up on my fourth anniversary of commissioning into the Chaplain Corps and change I guess is just part of it. Seeing so many expressions of faith has given me a regard for traditions I formerly would have just written off as liberal at best and cultish at worst. I think, well, I hope I understand the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Kingdom</st1:PlaceType> of <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">God</st1:PlaceName></st1:place> better now than I did then. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Being that our service was outside and noise provided by helicopters flying overhead, planes taking off and landing and the other sundry noises of an active flight line, I focused more on community speaking of the congregation rather than trying to get good music out. We still sang, we just read a lot more. In fact, I put almost the entire "St. Patrick's Breastplate" prayer in the program. When the other chaplains saw that, they were a bit skeptical of the wisdom of such a move, but, I tell ya, when we stood in unison and prayed these words - the Spirit was indeed present! </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><em>I arise today through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity, through belief in the Threeness, through confession of the Oneness of the Creator of creation.</em></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><em>I arise today, through God's strength to pilot me:<br />God's might to uphold me, God's wisdom to guide me, God's eye to look before me, God's ear to hear me, God's word to speak for me, God's hand to guard me, God's way to lie before me, God's shield to protect me, God's host to secure me: against snares of devils, against temptations of vices, against inclinations of nature, against everyone who shall wish me ill, afar and anear, alone and in a multitude.</em></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" align="center"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><em>Christ to shield me today:<br />against poisoning, against burning, against drowning, against wounding, so that there may come abundance of reward. Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ on my right, Christ on my left, Christ where I lie, Christ where I sit, Christ where I arise, Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me, Christ in the mouth of every man who speaks of me, Christ in every eye that sees me, Christ in every ear that hears me. </em></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" align="center"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3"><em>I arise today through a mighty strength:<br />the invocation of the Trinity, through belief in the Threeness, through confession of the Oneness of the Creator of creation. Salvation is of the Lord. Salvation is of the Lord. Salvation is of Christ. Ma y Thy Salvation, O Lord, be ever with us. </em></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Pretty much the most awesome thing ever...</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Other than that, I'm working crazy hours trying to catch up with everyone and get myself integrated into the unit. Its going really well. We are a Aviation Support Battalion and that means that we do everything! I have a TON of mechanics (affectionately known as "wrenches") who work on the helicopters, fuelers, warehouse workers, DEFAC workers (cooks), test pilots, pilots - the list goes on and on! Basically, we support four battalions of Apache, Chinook, Blackhawk and Kiowa helicopters. It's a 24/7 operation out here. Its very different for me since I grew up in the Infantry - being Aviation is a entirely different beast! Sometimes, I feel like I'm in an different Army altogether, but then I smell the dust and get over it...</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Last night, as part of my Combat Lifesaver Training, I gave my very first IV. That was way cool.... Then my partner had to stick me... not so much...</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Oh, another funny story: </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">So there I was, coming back from the shower, towel 'round my neck, shaving kit in hand, glorying in the feeling of being clean for the next fleeting moments, flip-flopping my way back to my CHU (Containerized Housing Unit - tiny room I share with another officer) and as I turn the handle, I realize that my roommate (God love him) has locked me out. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">Yup, I'm standing there in my flip-flops literally over a mile from where he works, in the sun locked out of my room. I had no idea what to do next. I couldn't very well stroll the length of <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Camp</st1:PlaceType> <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Striker</st1:PlaceName></st1:place> in my PJs to get a key back - but there was nothing else to do! So off I started, flip-flopping my way past solders headed to breakfast and others coming off duty - thankfully, I ran into one of my fellow officers who worked with my roommate and he conveyed the message that the Chaplain was in need...</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">... I got back into my room... an hour and a half after my shower... </font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#000000" size="3">gotta love the Army...</font></p>
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