Today was one of those days that contains so much blogworthy material but uses up every drop of energy I have… so I guess you’ll have to wait.

If I weren’t so busy learning about Crisis, Trauma and Death… if I hadn’t been up half the night after having nightmares about Jeremiah dying that were brought on from yesterday’s class, if I weren’t still in pain and frustrated with how in the world to get medical care…

I might be a little overwhelmed with what happened in Afghanistan today.

Let me once again link to this song.

P.S. Sorry for all the emails and comments I haven’t replied to. I’ll catch up when this week long class is over.

I forgot the garlic bread in the oven… after we finished our meal I retrieved it and offered it to the kids… after all, it wasn’t black yet.

They happily took the bread. Then the grumbling began.

“This is hard as a rock.”
- Jeremiah is told to be thankful, some people don’t have food.

“This is hard as a really hard rock!”
- Jeremiah yells at Sarah for throwing her bread away… he had accidentally dropped his when he was trying to break it on the table. She tells him he couldn’t have eaten it anyway. He says he could have, he has hard teeth. She says no one has teeth that hard.

- I hand Jeremiah another one and tell him, “Pretend it is a cracker. Crackers are hard.

Jeremiah proclaims, “This is harder than any cracker!”

Sarah continues to mumble, “Harder than the hardest hard rock.”

Update:

After writing this post, I tried the toast…

Sarah warned me. She said, “Nobody can eat a rock!” We’ve decided that we’ll use this phrase from now on. Anytime someone is overreacting about something that doesn’t matter… we’re going to say, “Nobody can eat a rock!”

Richard recently wrote a post about the alleged discovery of Jesus’ remains. Someone is actually claiming to have found Jesus’ coffin. Richard was offended by this.

I went to comment on his blog… but the comment grew into a post of its own. Read his post then come back for my thoughts.
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Hmmm… I’m not offended or surprised. The message of Jesus crucified and resurrected is “foolishness to those who are perishing.” I’m sure many would just love to prove all of us silly Christians wrong.

I do find it interesting that they don’t even mention the real implication behind such an alleged discovery… They say, “The discovery… could shake up the Christian world as one of the most significant archaeological finds in history.” You think? Hello… the tomb was empty. That’s the whole point.

How would Christians across the world react if this actually became a huge news story… Of course some would respond as Richard has, by being offended. Or as I have, by laughing off the feeble attempt… but I wonder if others would just flock to the casket… to worship.

Sometimes I wonder if some of today’s Christians have forgotten the central theme of our faith. Christ Crucified and Resurrected.

Can Easter get here any sooner? “He is Risen… He is Risen Indeed.”

As a young soldier recently told a Chaplain blogger friend of mine, if a dead man actually came back to life… that changes everything! Yes it does. Let’s not forget that.

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Oh by the way,

“But the senior Israeli archaeologist who researched the tombs after their discovery, and at the time deciphered the inscriptions, cast doubt on the claim.” - source

“Meow.”
“I don’t like kitty cats, they make me sneeze.”
“I’m a penguin wearing a kitty costume.”
“Oh, OK then. Give me a hug.”

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“Sarah, glue is not the answer to every question… Tape is.”

“Sarah! What are you doing with that tape?”

The Dichotomy by CH Magnell.

Is America at War? by CH Lewis.

Letters from the Desert: What Causes War? by CH Higgins.

Joel tried to call me. He called all the way from Afghanistan… and Cingular dropped the call in my own apartment.

I love Cingular. They’re consistent. They provide the same lack of service Nation Wide. From Texas to Oklahoma, Missouri to Kentucky, Tennessee, North Carolina, South Carolina, Detroit to Indiana… It’s predictable. It’s comfortable. I know I’ll have no service. I know my calls will be dropped.

It could be my phone. I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt and blame it on my phone… because surely… surely their service isn’t THAT BAD.

Is it?

Update: He called back. Third time my phone actually rang. I think I’ll buy a new phone today.

Has a week really passed since I left Fort Jackson? Well there’s a week I’ll never get back! I’m not quite sure where I put it. I definitely didn’t use it well. I believe I lost it somewhere in the fog of readjustment.

Now I have three days to read two thick textbooks for my Ministry in Trauma, Crisis and Grief class. I do believe, reading that much in three days might actually be traumatic.

That’s OK though. The fog is finally clearing and we’ve achieved some sense of normalcy here on the home front. The kids are fighting in the other room… but they are fed and dressed and ready for school early enough to have time to play and fight and… oh my… yes I had to put a stop to that… the familiar sound of siblings pounding on each other.

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I’m having trouble getting to a doctor about this whole … “Patient complains of upper right quadrant abdominal pain” thing. Our Tricare Prime enrollment somehow got messed up and reverted back to Tricare Standard… which means I have to pay. But I shouldn’t have to pay, because I was injured while training on Active Duty… So we’re trying to figure that out. I called my SGL at USACHCS… [hehe do you have a clue what I'm talking about?] He’s going to try to figure something out for me today. Meanwhile… I’ll keep taking Advil and mumbling under my breath.

I still owe you several posts. Especially the one on surrender. Maybe I can write those later when I’m procrastinating something. It’s called structured procrastination people, and it works.

Time to take the boy to Kindergarten.