Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Shepherd's Table (January Frozen Spur/Squadron Newsletter)

SHEPHERD’S STABLE

There is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is

the way of death. – Proverbs 14:12

There are different kinds of deaths. No one would argue that, I don‟t suppose. There is, of course, a physical kind of death and we have dealt enough with that this year. Some we expect. Combat deaths we expect. We hate them, but we expect them sometimes. A lot of soldiers have had to go home to grieve the death of a mom, or a dad, or a grandparent; some of those are expected too, and some are not.

It is a point of very personal sadness for me to witness the death of a relationship. Obviously, as a chaplain – marriage counseling is a constant. I love this aspect of my work. Not in the same sense that I love fly-fishing, which is always enjoyable too – whether the results are good or not. I love working with couples because I know so well the difficulty of military marriages, for that matter marriage in general. God knows how well I know this – having come so very close to losing my own. But marriage counseling is not always a joy, at least not like fly-fishing. Sometimes it is grievous, sometimes it is heart wrenching, but always and sincerely an honor and a work that I believe is deeply important. As I have observed through the years, the natural tendency in a relationship, the natural flow of it (at least in a marriage relationship) is toward isolation and not greater oneness. That is especially true in the context of a military marriage, where soldiers are leaving home with such regularity, and for so long. Not that there are not some great things that come out of deployments too. Certainly, a lot of couples grow fonder of one another. I suppose that if "familiarity breeds contempt,‟ then the converse must be likewise true. But that does not always translate into a stronger relationship at redeployment. No, in fact, because the quality of a relationship is so often based on time spent together, on memories built, it is rare for a relationship to grow closer during a deployment. Fondness then, does not necessarily transfer to oneness – and oneness really is the goal.

Fondness is temporal; think of the early days of your marriage for instance. The first two or three months are great, and then comes the revelation that you will spend the rest of your life with this person! Honeymoons don't easily transfer into marital success any more than fondness easily becomes oneness. The briefings that soldiers and spouses receive are good and I am certainly a proponent of them, but really, only helpful if applied. The trouble some- times is, we hear so much of this stuff that it becomes background noise. I guess then, if I could urge us toward the embrace of one value or one point of intentionality with regard to reunion, one point that will move us from fondness to oneness, it would be to resist the urge to criticize. I have talked before, about how it is that wives need to know that they are unconditionally loved, chosen. For a woman, that is as fundamentally necessary as air. I have talked too about how it is that men need desperately to know that they are respected. There is this God-born need in men for respect; it is why we get angry on the highway, when someone cuts us off. It is the root cause of so much dissatisfaction in marriage with men – a sense that their wives do not really respect them.

Let me assure you that a critical spirit will communicate un-love to a wife and dis-respect to a husband, and it is an easy habit to fall into. Maybe not at first, while the newness of just being together again is ruling the day – but that will eventually wear off and there will be, for some of us, this natural inclination to become critical. I have dealt very personally with this, and I have found that much of the time my criticisms towards my wife and children have been very unnecessary – and the heaviness of my words has far exceeded the annoyance that called it forth.

There are, of course, several good ways to deal with this tendency. But I want to leave you with just this one thought if the thing you are about to criticize will not matter a year from now, then it probably is not worth criticizing. The thing is, probably most of us are more critical than we ought to be – especially when we are not acting intentionally to quell that tendency.

I will tell you very directly that many marriages die over this very thing – criticism that communicates un-love and dis-respect. Sure, the criticisms swell into bigger issues and so, when the marriage is pronounced dead – the cause, they say, was infidelity, or abuse, or ne- glect, or something like that. Really though, the virus from which the symptoms derived – the thing that killed it, was criticism. If oneness is what you are after, rather than isolation, I would tell you that this is a very important part of it.

The most frustrating part of this whole "critical spirit‟ thing, is that it is the way most folks will go unless they very purposefully strive against it. Our nature is not to affirm, encourage, build- up. Seems like, in many ways we are self-destructive by design. Or perhaps it would be better to say that there is a sickness that has infected our design – and now, all of us are at war against our own tendencies. That is the more biblical way to say it. Nevertheless, there is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is the way of death. If you will war against that natural tendency in you, I believe that your marriage will be the stronger for it. “But encourage one another day after day, as long as you have the opportunity, so that none of you will be hardened by sin’s deceitfulness.”

~ Hebrews 3:13

Chaplain Matthew Atkins Squadron Chaplain

Friday, December 18, 2009

A few last pics

Worship service - Camp Clark.

The monkey who thought I wanted his 'fruit leather' and tried to rip my eye out. Course, those fruit leathers are pretty good.

The 'castle' on the border and an outstanding Denali medic.




More Photos

A Sniper finds his range - less than a click from Pakistan. The Taliban need to get their estates in order if they intend to try and over-run here.

A great platoon sergeant in his new castle.

A rare episode of personal hygiene . . . just kidding jamie.


A high ranking commander of ground forces meets with our Scouts before they leave to take over a volatile piece of geography.





A Few Photos

Been a while since I was able to post any photos - here are a few dating from early November until just a few days ago.

One of our great 13Foxes at the top of a tough climb.

Matt M. on the way up another mountain. I think we will all miss the mountains the most . . . no, really.

This joyful and kind man had just been released from a 7 year term in a Pakistani prison. He, like many others we have met here, was an exceptionally welcoming and generous host.



Think he was hoping I had some candy to offer.



Worship service in Camp Clark. Finally a FOB with some amenities - but the telephones are horrid.


Thursday, December 17, 2009

Late December

It is good to be clear of November and well on our way to finishing out 10 months in Afghanistan. Funny how little impact the annual calendar has on Denali Families these days - it is all about the deployment calendar. Both are drawing to a finish - finally.
I am sorry to have been so quiet during the last several weeks. We have transitioned, as most of you know, to Kowst Province - and the change has created more for all of our Warriors to accomplish before we leave. Not only are we learning to operate in a new geography - but really in a very different realm. Our paratroopers are now partnered with Afghan National Army Soldiers and serve to train them, evaluate them, and improve their capabilities. It is a daunting task - but one that is absolutely essential if we are to someday cease work in this country.
Of course - it is a difficult transition to make for us all. Certainly we have been working alongside the ANA for sometime - but this is very different - it is a very complete kind of partnering, and at every level. Just a few weeks ago some of the more high-ranking US Commanders in Afghanistan visited our FOB to see how the Denali Squadron has set out to accomplish this mission. They were decidedly impressed, pleased, and hopeful - I think, that what is happening here will be replicated elsewhere.
Our Commander would be the first to tell you that the credit for our successes at this new mission belongs to every Soldier in the Squadron. The work is difficult, sometimes very frustrating, but must be done with the end in mind. None of us wants to be back here in five years - and so the foundations must be laid with diligence.
So - we are sprinting until the end of this thing. You know, I expect that most of us will be running so much that the day of our departure arrive as something of a surprise. Maybe that is not the case at home right now. Lots of snow, we hear. Not too many hours of daylight. Wow. We really are living different realities right now aren't we? Still - in just a few months we will have been home for a while, and deployment memories will have already grown more distant, hazy.
We are looking forward to seeing you all again soon! Guys are getting ready for PCSs', for leave - they are talking about snowboarding and King Salmon season. Mostly its just going to be nice to see our families again.
Oh yeah, your Squadron Chaplain was scratched beneath the eye by a hungry and defensive monkey at an Afghan National Police station today. I will leave you with that. I guess you were expecting something inspirational - maybe scripture based. Guess I'm not on my A game all the time. :-)

Grace and peace to you all today! Live gladly.
denali shepherd

Sunday, October 25, 2009

October 25th










Well, I am figuring that we are somewhere under 100 days to go on this deployment! Please do not accept that as gospel (or authoritative) - I am not writing this on behalf of the command, nor do I know the exact day of our departure. You may accept it as gospel (in the sense that it is good news!) - which is what the biblical word means - as, 100 days - give or take a few, is doable I think.

I understand from other Paratroopers, and from Facebook, and from my wife (who gets right to the point from time to time), that 100 days doesn't necessarily feel like good news right now. I definitely get it. With eight + months down - everyone seems to be feeling the cumulative weight of separation. For all of you who follow this blog from home (FT Rich) - know that we feel it too. Still, Jamie reminds me that it is more intense on your end. We leave, and life becomes entirely different. The sites, sounds, certainly smells, everything - for a year of our lives, have changed. Sometimes, in the course of things here, I find that it is very difficult to spend much time thinking about home. As I have explained it to Jamie before, it is just too hard trying to live in two places at the same time - emotionally then, I begin to disconnect in some ways. I certainly care deeply about what is happening back home and am anxious to hear about it, but my living has to be done here, in the company of soldiers.

I understand that for a soldier's wife it just is not that way. A soldier leaves, and the family just goes on - with much the same routine . . . minus one. Many of the things that were done as a family are still done, and the absence of the one is keenly felt. That must be very hard.

Then, 0f course, there are the typical hard things - like a house full of sick kids! As I am writing tonight, my wife and both kids are sick - all together; and I am asking the Lord for a fast healing for at least one of them! Last time this happened our son recovered first, as I recall, and was summarily called upon to heat soup, refill glasses of Gatorade, and generally become a servant. At the end of the day, my wife and I were glad for the experience on his behalf, and proud of the way that he rose to the occasion. Perhaps this time the result will be again to the development of a Christ-like spirit. Of course, I am getting of track - and the point was, that this is an especially difficult time - chiefly at home.

Encourage one another at least with this thought - no Airman, now arriving in Afghanistan, will complete his tour before Task Force Denali returns home! It took us a long time to arrive at this point - but we are finally there! I probably should not so often give voice or text to my Air Force envy - surely the scriptures address such a poor spirit but sometimes I just can't help it. I spent three years in Panama - most of it in the jungle - while my Air Force neighbor was home by four-thirty every work day (of which I think there were relatively few!) :-) Too often I came home filthy, frustrated, exhausted to Jamie's first words of greeting - why didn't you join the Air Force?

At any rate - we are not too far off now! Many of us will have been home a month before the Iditarod gets started. That is worth celebrating. Truly, that is good news.

Below (or above - now sure how this thing will format) - you will find some pictures from Sunday Service (today's) with the guys from B Troop. Perhaps you will see someone you recognize! If you don't - and you were supposed to (like - if the soldier you're looking for is in B Troop) please tell him to go to church! It is good for him! - and that his chaplain, but most especially his God - loves him!

Alright - enough for tonight, I suppose.

Grace and peace to you all, from our Lord Jesus -

chaplain matthew






Note - Can't get the Images to upload correctly right now - will try again later, I promise.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Hello Again . . . finally

I am sure some of you have been wondering whether or not I would ever return to this blog. There were times when I wondered myself. A series of discouraging episodes with the internet kind of sucked the life out of me for a while - but I have been on Environmental Morale Leave and am mostly better now.

My intent will be to renew the postings here at least every other week for the remainder of the deployment - but I guess we will see how it goes. I have intended lots of things over the years.



We left August in pretty good spirits, I think - all things considered. While a couple of other Battalions in our Brigade took some pretty hard hits, and not a few casualties - we were very glad to have a few injuries but no lost soldiers during the violent days surrounding the Afghan elections. Not to say that our Denali paratroopers were removed from the fight - in many places they were right in the thick. Sometimes there is just no accounting (on this end of eternity, I suppose) for the way a battle turns. We have been very sorry though, to hear of the loss of several of our Brigade brothers during that same period.



I took leave at the end of September, as I have indicated. It was super to be with Jamie and the kids for a few days - really nice. Went fishing with a dear friend who is also an Army chaplain, and the District Superintendent for the Church of the Nazarene in Alaska. He is an incredible man, who is quite possibly the most down to earth Senior Church leader that I have ever met. Not that those are rare, I doubt that they are - he is just strikingly real and sincere in faith. I cannot imagine a better Superintendent (and he does not read this blog - so that cannot be misconstrued as flattery).



Gets me to thinking about myself when I am around folks like that - and how I want much more to be transparent, and at the same time more faithful. Those who know me well know how inadequate I have often felt as any sort of Christian leader. (Please do NOT respond to this with comments to the contrary - that is not my purpose!!! - just an attempt at greater transparency.) I think too, that I have wasted much time in wishing to be much more than I am - on some grander scale - and failing to be consistent in smaller things. Things like, routine - daily time with God in prayer and the scriptures, daily prayer with my family (when I am home). I suppose if I could name just two things that are so needful for me - those are the two.



I was looking at some old pictures with my dad the other morning (before catching a flight out of Dallas) - one was the living room of his family home in Laredo, Texas. His father and mother spent more than thirty years in one Salvation Army Corps in Laredo - how common is that these days? Anyway, he told me that his family spent most every morning in prayer together in that living room. How simple, and what a profound influence that must have had on the whole family.



Lord, shape that kind of consistency into my life - for the sake of my wife and children, for my own, and especially that You would be pleased and glorified in me. Shape us around the little consistencies that add up to a grand life with You.



Sorry this is short - but I will be told any moment now, "computer 17, your time is up."



matthew