here are some picsone is me and a greek orthodox chaplain in my squad from New York...another of a guy fast asleep during break...and me and my beret
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
some pics
here are some picsone is me and a greek orthodox chaplain in my squad from New York...another of a guy fast asleep during break...and me and my beret
CH-BOLC, phase 1
Monday began "phase 1" of my training. It is actually the second phase (of four), but some high up colonel thought it prudent to call the second part "phase 1".
A lot of academic/philosophical stuff being thrown at us: ethics/just war theory/killing. I like the stuff I'm reading and reflecting on. One of the chaplain teachers told us that he had a soldier come to him and tell him that he (the soldier) was standing lookout while a bunch of other soldiers...well....ummm......a 14 year old girl (fill in the blanks). He told the chaplain that he was unable to sleep at night and wanted to know what he should do. Heavy duty stuff. While I can't say I'm looking forward to stuff like that, I'm feeling ready to serve (or maybe willing is a better word).
My biggest fear is not knowing Army culture and offending my future commanding officer because I filled out a report wrong or saluted the wrong way or something like that. I haven't yet, but I am going to start praying for my future CO and staff and soldiers.
More than a few times I've been told that Fort Hood (where we're going after this) is a base that sees a lot of deployments. I've talked with Keri about the likelihood of me seeing the middle east at some point in 2010. Can't say we're eager, but we knew this going in and there is peace. Me going to Afghanistan...wow.
Tomorrow we are doing a group obstacle course. A nice departure from all the classes. I'm looking forward to it as my achilles feels sore, but better.
I received a call from a guy I used to see at the prison bible studies back in Allentown. It was weird talking to him, like going back in time.
I'm gonna post some pics right after I post this....
grace & blessings...............
A lot of academic/philosophical stuff being thrown at us: ethics/just war theory/killing. I like the stuff I'm reading and reflecting on. One of the chaplain teachers told us that he had a soldier come to him and tell him that he (the soldier) was standing lookout while a bunch of other soldiers...well....ummm......a 14 year old girl (fill in the blanks). He told the chaplain that he was unable to sleep at night and wanted to know what he should do. Heavy duty stuff. While I can't say I'm looking forward to stuff like that, I'm feeling ready to serve (or maybe willing is a better word).
My biggest fear is not knowing Army culture and offending my future commanding officer because I filled out a report wrong or saluted the wrong way or something like that. I haven't yet, but I am going to start praying for my future CO and staff and soldiers.
More than a few times I've been told that Fort Hood (where we're going after this) is a base that sees a lot of deployments. I've talked with Keri about the likelihood of me seeing the middle east at some point in 2010. Can't say we're eager, but we knew this going in and there is peace. Me going to Afghanistan...wow.
Tomorrow we are doing a group obstacle course. A nice departure from all the classes. I'm looking forward to it as my achilles feels sore, but better.
I received a call from a guy I used to see at the prison bible studies back in Allentown. It was weird talking to him, like going back in time.
I'm gonna post some pics right after I post this....
grace & blessings...............
Thursday, June 25, 2009
the beret
Tomorrow is the end of the first part of our training. One of the rewards of completing this first month is that we get to wear the army beret instead of the cap.
The beret is ridiculous. First of all, you've got to literally shave the thing to get all the black fuzzies off. Then you have to wet it down and spend hours to get it shaped to your head. It is quite the pain in the butt and I still don't have it looking right, which means I'll be looking like a fool tomorrow.
Whatever........
The other great reward is tomorrow we are done at noon. This is big. I preached on Tuesday and Wednesday this week and was up to like midnight the night before preparing. Not fun when you are waking up at 4:45 AM. I was pleased with each sermon. It was good to finally be doing something I was comfortable doing. It has been drilled into us that the Chief of Chaplains thinks the current state of Army preaching is poor. That gives me some hope. I still feel overwhelmed with the learning curve, but I am always that way in the beginning of a new adventure.
With a light weekend coming up, I'll be sure to get some more posts up here.
RIP Michael Jackson. I did own Thriller at one point in time.
God is good! Thanks KH for your letter. I appreciate it....and I am forever Pjim to you!!!! I'm pjim to only a few hundred people in this world and I wear that title with a tremendous amount of pride.....
The beret is ridiculous. First of all, you've got to literally shave the thing to get all the black fuzzies off. Then you have to wet it down and spend hours to get it shaped to your head. It is quite the pain in the butt and I still don't have it looking right, which means I'll be looking like a fool tomorrow.
Whatever........
The other great reward is tomorrow we are done at noon. This is big. I preached on Tuesday and Wednesday this week and was up to like midnight the night before preparing. Not fun when you are waking up at 4:45 AM. I was pleased with each sermon. It was good to finally be doing something I was comfortable doing. It has been drilled into us that the Chief of Chaplains thinks the current state of Army preaching is poor. That gives me some hope. I still feel overwhelmed with the learning curve, but I am always that way in the beginning of a new adventure.
With a light weekend coming up, I'll be sure to get some more posts up here.
RIP Michael Jackson. I did own Thriller at one point in time.
God is good! Thanks KH for your letter. I appreciate it....and I am forever Pjim to you!!!! I'm pjim to only a few hundred people in this world and I wear that title with a tremendous amount of pride.....
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
catching up--some fun and challenging reports
An insane busy week. Wed and Thursday were "out in the field" days that began at 5AM and ended well into darkness. Pretty much the reason for lack of posts this week. I have a somewhat light weekend so that should enable me to catch up on some stuff--including the ole blog.
On Monday we marched in out helmets and vests (30 pound flak jacket, or IBH, or whatever they call it) to Victory Tower. 5 stories high. You had to climb a ladder up it, rappel down it, climb up it again and then climb a ladder down it. Being afraid of heights this represented quite a challenge. It was scary but I did it all and was VERY thankful when I hit the ground for the last time. There was a female drill sgt. up on top who hooked me up to the safety rope before I rappelled. She didn't seem too interested in casual conversation and demanded that I kneel right next to the ledge so she could hook me up. Being terrified, I went what I thought was close enough to the edge--not close enough for her taste and she proceeded to share her heart with me. After I finally got hooked up, I had to basically plant my feet on the side of the building and lean back (remember, I'm 5 stories high). It was quite unnatural, but a few second later I was safe on the ground.
Later I had to climb back up so I could stick my feet over the edge and climb the cargo net back down. I was dreading this but did it with no difficulty. Quite the adventure.
On Wed and Thursday we were in the woods with maps and compasses and protractors. We were given coordinates and had to find certain markers. Proud to say that we found the marker when I was the lead navigator.
On Thursday I did what was, so far, the hardest thing I've done since I've been here: the low crawl in sand. Basically you've got to lie as flat as possible in the beach sand and pull yourself forward with one of your arms. Oh yeah, with your helmet and vest on. We had do do that for like 15 yards, than roll over and crawl under a barbed wire fence on our backs, than roll to a log wall and get over that. Torture. It was very hot (100 degrees), you go much slower than you think, and they have the sound of bombs and stuff blaring in the background. It was much harder than it sounds. We had one guy collapse after finishing and he ended up in the hospital. He's still there. Matter of fact a number of guys collapsed.
Not long after that my platoon had to clean up the mess and run with all of our stuff a couple hundred yards to catch the bus. Our leaders were yelling "hurry up", "get moving" and "we're waiting for you". ....In normal world there'd be a shred of compassion because you just went through torture and then cleaned up while everybody else strolled casually to the bus but this ain't the normal world. We had to run with like 75 pounds of gear in 100 degree weather......then.....
Then the bus driver went to the wrong road (it's a wilderness area) and we had to march in the heat and with all of our stuff for another 1/2 mile. We lost 2 more guys on that trip. I thought I was gonna drop too but I made it. Truly the strength of the Lord carried me.
Then we were tested on things like the gas mask, first aid, radio and map reading. No problems there.
Today was a class on the Myers-Briggs and some luncheon where I must of ate bad food cause I'm feeling quesy............. I also had a hearing test where it was made official that I've got a small amount of hearing loss. Nothing major but it's there (or not there, in this case). I remember standing in front of the speaker at he Ian Hunter concert at the Living Room in Providence and thinking to myself that while this might seem cool now--it comes with a price. Time to pay the piper.
I also found out that my blood type is 0 positive. I never knew that. 41 years old and I never knew my blood type. I was excited when I found out and started telling the lady who told me how happy I was to discover that I was O+. She didn't seem to share my joy....
Back in the classroom, the class received papers we handed in early Wed. morning. Of 140 students, only 10 got passing marks. I was one of them. Yipee! No rewrite for me.
I had a great conversation with a guy from Chicago last night. We were leaning against a tree in the deep woods, all sweaty and dirty in our army uniforms. The subject was the grace of the Lord and how He uses His people to dish it out. We both agreed that when one truly tastes the grace of Jesus, real change takes place. We also agreed that only a few actually ever taste it because we're all so afraid to share our frailties (or our "upstairs" if you remember that sermon), which is required in order to get to grace. We'd rather just talk about grace and hope we look good. It was a great talk and desperately needed to connect with a brother on that level.....
Let's see, what else?????? gonna skype Keri tonight and hit the sack......
grace and blessings,
I miss you all a lot.
On Monday we marched in out helmets and vests (30 pound flak jacket, or IBH, or whatever they call it) to Victory Tower. 5 stories high. You had to climb a ladder up it, rappel down it, climb up it again and then climb a ladder down it. Being afraid of heights this represented quite a challenge. It was scary but I did it all and was VERY thankful when I hit the ground for the last time. There was a female drill sgt. up on top who hooked me up to the safety rope before I rappelled. She didn't seem too interested in casual conversation and demanded that I kneel right next to the ledge so she could hook me up. Being terrified, I went what I thought was close enough to the edge--not close enough for her taste and she proceeded to share her heart with me. After I finally got hooked up, I had to basically plant my feet on the side of the building and lean back (remember, I'm 5 stories high). It was quite unnatural, but a few second later I was safe on the ground.
Later I had to climb back up so I could stick my feet over the edge and climb the cargo net back down. I was dreading this but did it with no difficulty. Quite the adventure.
On Wed and Thursday we were in the woods with maps and compasses and protractors. We were given coordinates and had to find certain markers. Proud to say that we found the marker when I was the lead navigator.
On Thursday I did what was, so far, the hardest thing I've done since I've been here: the low crawl in sand. Basically you've got to lie as flat as possible in the beach sand and pull yourself forward with one of your arms. Oh yeah, with your helmet and vest on. We had do do that for like 15 yards, than roll over and crawl under a barbed wire fence on our backs, than roll to a log wall and get over that. Torture. It was very hot (100 degrees), you go much slower than you think, and they have the sound of bombs and stuff blaring in the background. It was much harder than it sounds. We had one guy collapse after finishing and he ended up in the hospital. He's still there. Matter of fact a number of guys collapsed.
Not long after that my platoon had to clean up the mess and run with all of our stuff a couple hundred yards to catch the bus. Our leaders were yelling "hurry up", "get moving" and "we're waiting for you". ....In normal world there'd be a shred of compassion because you just went through torture and then cleaned up while everybody else strolled casually to the bus but this ain't the normal world. We had to run with like 75 pounds of gear in 100 degree weather......then.....
Then the bus driver went to the wrong road (it's a wilderness area) and we had to march in the heat and with all of our stuff for another 1/2 mile. We lost 2 more guys on that trip. I thought I was gonna drop too but I made it. Truly the strength of the Lord carried me.
Then we were tested on things like the gas mask, first aid, radio and map reading. No problems there.
Today was a class on the Myers-Briggs and some luncheon where I must of ate bad food cause I'm feeling quesy............. I also had a hearing test where it was made official that I've got a small amount of hearing loss. Nothing major but it's there (or not there, in this case). I remember standing in front of the speaker at he Ian Hunter concert at the Living Room in Providence and thinking to myself that while this might seem cool now--it comes with a price. Time to pay the piper.
I also found out that my blood type is 0 positive. I never knew that. 41 years old and I never knew my blood type. I was excited when I found out and started telling the lady who told me how happy I was to discover that I was O+. She didn't seem to share my joy....
Back in the classroom, the class received papers we handed in early Wed. morning. Of 140 students, only 10 got passing marks. I was one of them. Yipee! No rewrite for me.
I had a great conversation with a guy from Chicago last night. We were leaning against a tree in the deep woods, all sweaty and dirty in our army uniforms. The subject was the grace of the Lord and how He uses His people to dish it out. We both agreed that when one truly tastes the grace of Jesus, real change takes place. We also agreed that only a few actually ever taste it because we're all so afraid to share our frailties (or our "upstairs" if you remember that sermon), which is required in order to get to grace. We'd rather just talk about grace and hope we look good. It was a great talk and desperately needed to connect with a brother on that level.....
Let's see, what else?????? gonna skype Keri tonight and hit the sack......
grace and blessings,
I miss you all a lot.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
A light CH-BOLC weekend
It's 6:30AM. Nice to be waking up LATE for a change. Feeling tired but with little on the agenda today, I can grab a nap in the afternoon if necessary.
I'll be off to observe a Muslim service at 8. After that either a Catholic service or protestant contemporary (which would be closest to Solid Rock). We've got to do 9 of these observations while we're here. I want to get them all out of the way ASAP. (did 3 last week, so I'm ahead of schedule).
Yesterday I churned out a 3 page paper on the professional ethic of an Army officer. It's due Friday, but again, wanted to get it done so I wouldn't be freaking out this week.
At PT yesterday, we did something where we ran (hard) for 30 seconds and walked for 30 seconds. We did this for about 1/2 an hour. Thought it would be easy, but I was completly torched by the end. Had to ice my knee yesterday. Still hurts this morning. Signs of being 40.
Talked to the family using Skype yesterday. What a howl. This will make the time away soooooooooooo much easier. As Nathanael saw me he kept yelling "daddy, daddy". How cool is that?
Most of the leadership of the Chaplain program are evangelical Christians as far as I can tell. They make it clear who they serve (that would be Jesus for the slow to understand crowd). I realize that some folks think you need to check your Lord in at the door if you want to be a chaplain in the Army. That does not seem to be the case. Only time will tell.
Gotta run and get ready for the day!
I'll be off to observe a Muslim service at 8. After that either a Catholic service or protestant contemporary (which would be closest to Solid Rock). We've got to do 9 of these observations while we're here. I want to get them all out of the way ASAP. (did 3 last week, so I'm ahead of schedule).
Yesterday I churned out a 3 page paper on the professional ethic of an Army officer. It's due Friday, but again, wanted to get it done so I wouldn't be freaking out this week.
At PT yesterday, we did something where we ran (hard) for 30 seconds and walked for 30 seconds. We did this for about 1/2 an hour. Thought it would be easy, but I was completly torched by the end. Had to ice my knee yesterday. Still hurts this morning. Signs of being 40.
Talked to the family using Skype yesterday. What a howl. This will make the time away soooooooooooo much easier. As Nathanael saw me he kept yelling "daddy, daddy". How cool is that?
Most of the leadership of the Chaplain program are evangelical Christians as far as I can tell. They make it clear who they serve (that would be Jesus for the slow to understand crowd). I realize that some folks think you need to check your Lord in at the door if you want to be a chaplain in the Army. That does not seem to be the case. Only time will tell.
Gotta run and get ready for the day!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
some pix
I keep forgetting to take my camera. But here are some. Me, my room, and one of the instructors that I like, Chaplain (Major) Hart.
The Gas Chamber
Eating two plates of suicide wings is harder than the army gas chamber exercise.
There was a decent amount of build up to this event. I'm not exactly Rambo, but I knew all along it was hype. Don't get me wrong, it did burn a little and my eyes watered big time, but the same thing happens when I put a little extra "bomb" sauce in my chicken.
OK, we put on our gas masks outside, then lined up in the CB gas filled chamber and stood against a wall for a few minutes. Next we had to slightly break the seal of the mask, say our name and SS number and put it back on. This gave us a taste of the gas. After that we had to take the mask off completely and say our name and info again--with our eyes open. Then we left. Some snot and tears but that was about it.
Here's an old video of chaplains exiting the chamber:
I feel good today. We had night PT in one of the gyms and I ran on a treadmill. A nice easy run. I had fun adjusting the speed and incline. At one point I shut my eyes and tried to imagine myself running down Reeser Rd, but nearly fell off the thing. Note to self: always keep eyes open on a treadmill.
I give thanks to the Lord. I trusted that the pipe/pond issue would resolve itself and it did. My neighbor was able to fix it.
One of my constant prayers has been for Nathanael. Of all the kids, he's the only one that cannot understand what in the world happened to his father. When Keri tells me that he calls more me I always well up (like right now). Though Keri and I cannot make him understand, I am trusting that Jesus can give him a peace beyond understanding. God is faithful.
I'm beginning to get a preaching jones. My last sermon was almost a month ago. Longest such streak since 1997.
Tommorow is a day of first aid (so is Friday). PT in the early morning. Gonna call my mom, Keri, do some laundry, then got to bed.
grace & blessings
There was a decent amount of build up to this event. I'm not exactly Rambo, but I knew all along it was hype. Don't get me wrong, it did burn a little and my eyes watered big time, but the same thing happens when I put a little extra "bomb" sauce in my chicken.
OK, we put on our gas masks outside, then lined up in the CB gas filled chamber and stood against a wall for a few minutes. Next we had to slightly break the seal of the mask, say our name and SS number and put it back on. This gave us a taste of the gas. After that we had to take the mask off completely and say our name and info again--with our eyes open. Then we left. Some snot and tears but that was about it.
Here's an old video of chaplains exiting the chamber:
I feel good today. We had night PT in one of the gyms and I ran on a treadmill. A nice easy run. I had fun adjusting the speed and incline. At one point I shut my eyes and tried to imagine myself running down Reeser Rd, but nearly fell off the thing. Note to self: always keep eyes open on a treadmill.
I give thanks to the Lord. I trusted that the pipe/pond issue would resolve itself and it did. My neighbor was able to fix it.
One of my constant prayers has been for Nathanael. Of all the kids, he's the only one that cannot understand what in the world happened to his father. When Keri tells me that he calls more me I always well up (like right now). Though Keri and I cannot make him understand, I am trusting that Jesus can give him a peace beyond understanding. God is faithful.
I'm beginning to get a preaching jones. My last sermon was almost a month ago. Longest such streak since 1997.
Tommorow is a day of first aid (so is Friday). PT in the early morning. Gonna call my mom, Keri, do some laundry, then got to bed.
grace & blessings
Monday, June 8, 2009
A long day
Up at 4:30 to get ready for PT (physical training), morning in class (army writing, army problem solving) and this afternoon at a team-building challenge course. I am tired, but feeling good.
We had to walk at least a mile in the hot sun and full uniform to get to the challenges. We were given tasks like getting the group across a row of stumps without touching the ground with nothing but a 2x4. Lots of stuff like that. My group was able to complete one of the challenges. I didn't hear any other group completing a challenge so we felt good about that. I personally did pretty well (imho). I did avoid a near disaster as one of the guys failed to secure a wooden plank I was balancing on and I fell backwards to the ground. It was funny because the Fort Jackson quality assurance guy happened to be there and immediately began interviewing me after the fall. Alls good. I did sweat like a dog on the walk back (and drank like 3 liters of water).
I was able to meet with the financial services lady and we did square some things away. Right after I got back from the meeting, one of the teachers (also called the cadre) got up and instructed the class to stop going to Mrs. Smiths office. So I got in in the nick of time. I still have a few stupid administrative odds and ends yet to be settled.
Man I'm tired. Tommorow for PT we are having what they call a "muscle fatigue" workout. Yipee.
Keri told me of a small problem we are having with the pond back home. I have been constantly praying for my family and stuff like this. I know my neighbor was working on it. I'm trusting that it is a done issue as I type this. God answers prayer!
Awaiting a call from Keri.
I do miss all the folks at Solid Rock tremendously. There aren't to many people in this world who know me as Pastor Jim. A title I will cherish forever.
We had to walk at least a mile in the hot sun and full uniform to get to the challenges. We were given tasks like getting the group across a row of stumps without touching the ground with nothing but a 2x4. Lots of stuff like that. My group was able to complete one of the challenges. I didn't hear any other group completing a challenge so we felt good about that. I personally did pretty well (imho). I did avoid a near disaster as one of the guys failed to secure a wooden plank I was balancing on and I fell backwards to the ground. It was funny because the Fort Jackson quality assurance guy happened to be there and immediately began interviewing me after the fall. Alls good. I did sweat like a dog on the walk back (and drank like 3 liters of water).
I was able to meet with the financial services lady and we did square some things away. Right after I got back from the meeting, one of the teachers (also called the cadre) got up and instructed the class to stop going to Mrs. Smiths office. So I got in in the nick of time. I still have a few stupid administrative odds and ends yet to be settled.
Man I'm tired. Tommorow for PT we are having what they call a "muscle fatigue" workout. Yipee.
Keri told me of a small problem we are having with the pond back home. I have been constantly praying for my family and stuff like this. I know my neighbor was working on it. I'm trusting that it is a done issue as I type this. God answers prayer!
Awaiting a call from Keri.
I do miss all the folks at Solid Rock tremendously. There aren't to many people in this world who know me as Pastor Jim. A title I will cherish forever.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
more CHBOLC
"The truth is, when you were young, you were able to do as you liked
and go wherever you wanted to.
But when you are old, you will stretch out your hands,
and others will direct you and take you where you don't want to go."
John 21:18
I am beginning to realize the source of some darkness in my heart.
One of the major internal challenges I face involves submission. I find myself silently resenting those in authority. Those who are checking to see if I'm drinking enough water. Those looking carefully at my uniform. Those who yell or talk too directly for my taste.
For the last 10 plus years at my desk, I set my schedule. I was the one in charge of the agenda. I set expectations and managed outcomes. In less than one week my world has changed 180 degrees. Now I must be where I am told to be at least 15 minutes before I'm supposed to be there. I'm now accountable for some of the smallest details of my life. I cannot get into my car and drive outside of the base without permission. My system is in a minor state of shock. At times I go negative.
This is a spiritual battle Satan must not win.
For some time I've regarded submission as central to spiritual maturity. That lack of submisson stands at the core of many of our inner struggles. Well the rubber is meeting the road.
The motto of Fort Jackson is "Victory Starts Here". I believe that if this next chapter of my life is going to go anywhere, than victory must start here, with the submission issue.
I thank God for the victory that lies ahead. For revealing this to me. I envision being a better chaplain, a better husband, a better father, a better person, because of this battle.
Battles are tough. but victory is sweet. ........................................................not there yet but identifying the problem is 1/2 the battle.
___________________________________________________________
Did some more drills this morning. I need to work on my footwork. I was also issued a helmet and other "battle gear". I need to get a pitcure of me in my uniform up here so everyone can get a chuckle :). NOTE-remember, I am not EVER authorized to touch a weapon (so rest easy).
Tomorrow I am planning on going to 3 religious services to observe and take notes for an assignment......
and go wherever you wanted to.
But when you are old, you will stretch out your hands,
and others will direct you and take you where you don't want to go."
John 21:18
I am beginning to realize the source of some darkness in my heart.
One of the major internal challenges I face involves submission. I find myself silently resenting those in authority. Those who are checking to see if I'm drinking enough water. Those looking carefully at my uniform. Those who yell or talk too directly for my taste.
For the last 10 plus years at my desk, I set my schedule. I was the one in charge of the agenda. I set expectations and managed outcomes. In less than one week my world has changed 180 degrees. Now I must be where I am told to be at least 15 minutes before I'm supposed to be there. I'm now accountable for some of the smallest details of my life. I cannot get into my car and drive outside of the base without permission. My system is in a minor state of shock. At times I go negative.
This is a spiritual battle Satan must not win.
For some time I've regarded submission as central to spiritual maturity. That lack of submisson stands at the core of many of our inner struggles. Well the rubber is meeting the road.
The motto of Fort Jackson is "Victory Starts Here". I believe that if this next chapter of my life is going to go anywhere, than victory must start here, with the submission issue.
I thank God for the victory that lies ahead. For revealing this to me. I envision being a better chaplain, a better husband, a better father, a better person, because of this battle.
Battles are tough. but victory is sweet. ........................................................not there yet but identifying the problem is 1/2 the battle.
___________________________________________________________
Did some more drills this morning. I need to work on my footwork. I was also issued a helmet and other "battle gear". I need to get a pitcure of me in my uniform up here so everyone can get a chuckle :). NOTE-remember, I am not EVER authorized to touch a weapon (so rest easy).
Tomorrow I am planning on going to 3 religious services to observe and take notes for an assignment......
Friday, June 5, 2009
CH-BOLC--day 6
We had our first physical training assessment this morning. I was pleased with my performance.
1 minute of pushups==29
1 minute of situps==39 (I started out too slowly--could have done more)
1 mile in approx 6:47 (not sure on that, I thought someone noted the time for me--they didn't)
Only gonna get better. My goal is to pass the PT end of June assessment. If I pass that I will not have to do nightly PT (but will have to go in the morning).
I have realized something about my heart in my first week here. I'm gonna hold it for tomorrow or Sunday cause it might get wordy and I'm tired. More training in marching in the AM.
I heard some high-brass chaplains preach/talk this morning. The emphasis was loving and serving the soldiers--thats what being a chaplain is all about. I was inspired and motivated to get out there and serve them.
1 minute of pushups==29
1 minute of situps==39 (I started out too slowly--could have done more)
1 mile in approx 6:47 (not sure on that, I thought someone noted the time for me--they didn't)
Only gonna get better. My goal is to pass the PT end of June assessment. If I pass that I will not have to do nightly PT (but will have to go in the morning).
I have realized something about my heart in my first week here. I'm gonna hold it for tomorrow or Sunday cause it might get wordy and I'm tired. More training in marching in the AM.
I heard some high-brass chaplains preach/talk this morning. The emphasis was loving and serving the soldiers--thats what being a chaplain is all about. I was inspired and motivated to get out there and serve them.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
CH-BOLC day 5
I've got to be at one of the athletic fields at 4:50AM tomorrow. Ouch! It's for an assessment of my training prowess. It includes a timed mile, so here is where all that running since the beginning of March comes into play. Not sure what to expect, if I ran a mile in under 8 minutes I'd be very happy. I'm actually looking forward to it.
This first month is going to be challenging, looking at the schedule, it mellows out a bit in July-August. But until then, there will be some very long and rigorous days.
I did pass the height/weight test with flying colors. According to my height/weight/age, I cannot weigh more than 180. I weighed in at 161. If I can get down to 155, than I will be at my college weight. Unbelievable!
I've got some red tape to go through to get my family on the rolls here. I will be glad when this pain in the butt stuff is behind me.
Gotta get to bed and look at a couple of things I need to memorize.....
I talked to Keri and the kids today and they seem to be doing well. Also got an email from an old seminary friend Ken Johnson--a very pleasant surprize. Maybe I'll have some time this weekend to throw out some emails......
This first month is going to be challenging, looking at the schedule, it mellows out a bit in July-August. But until then, there will be some very long and rigorous days.
I did pass the height/weight test with flying colors. According to my height/weight/age, I cannot weigh more than 180. I weighed in at 161. If I can get down to 155, than I will be at my college weight. Unbelievable!
I've got some red tape to go through to get my family on the rolls here. I will be glad when this pain in the butt stuff is behind me.
Gotta get to bed and look at a couple of things I need to memorize.....
I talked to Keri and the kids today and they seem to be doing well. Also got an email from an old seminary friend Ken Johnson--a very pleasant surprize. Maybe I'll have some time this weekend to throw out some emails......
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
CH-BOLC day 4
4 shots in the right arm today, just a little sore...we also started formation drills and movements, stuff like about face, saluting, and marching. I was completely lost at first but am beginning to get the gist of it. Having zero rhythm doesn't help matters. I kept thinking of movies like "Stripes" and "Private Benjamin, which I actually never saw but know enough about the plot to identify with the protagonists.
SIGN OF BEING A FATHER: I just unzipped one of the many pockets of my luggage and pulled out a pair of Emilys and Derricks underwear and Toris socks. I just might throw them on the floor and make this place feel more like home.
Tomorrow is our first weigh-in. Some of the guys are nervous, but I should be fine. Physical training begins Friday. I'm OK (I think)to pass the minimum requirements now, but fully expect to be a machine by the end of the three months. I'm actually looking forward to it--though I know it will be hard.
I met a guy today who will be going to Ft Hood at the same time I am. A single, Hispanic guy from Maryland. He told me he wanted to go to Ft Hood because he wanted to be deployed quickly and was told that Hood was the place to go. Of course I panicked and went off on how it would be poor leadership to send a green chaplain so quickly to the front lines. He actually bought into my logic. In the end I told him (and myself) that God is in control and we walk in faith. Seemed like a cool guy. Assemeblies of God dude.
Well, gonna call Keri than finish studying, than get to bed--late(r) report time tomorrow (8AM).
---------------------------------------see ya!
SIGN OF BEING A FATHER: I just unzipped one of the many pockets of my luggage and pulled out a pair of Emilys and Derricks underwear and Toris socks. I just might throw them on the floor and make this place feel more like home.
Tomorrow is our first weigh-in. Some of the guys are nervous, but I should be fine. Physical training begins Friday. I'm OK (I think)to pass the minimum requirements now, but fully expect to be a machine by the end of the three months. I'm actually looking forward to it--though I know it will be hard.
I met a guy today who will be going to Ft Hood at the same time I am. A single, Hispanic guy from Maryland. He told me he wanted to go to Ft Hood because he wanted to be deployed quickly and was told that Hood was the place to go. Of course I panicked and went off on how it would be poor leadership to send a green chaplain so quickly to the front lines. He actually bought into my logic. In the end I told him (and myself) that God is in control and we walk in faith. Seemed like a cool guy. Assemeblies of God dude.
Well, gonna call Keri than finish studying, than get to bed--late(r) report time tomorrow (8AM).
---------------------------------------see ya!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
CH-BOLC--day 3
spent most of the day waiting....for a military ID card and to get my teeth checked.
The teeth thing went well. One of the helpers, a middle-aged, southern lady with extra attitude told me I looked sexy with my haircut. I was looking at my military ID card and with my white, shaved head looking like platinum blond, I kinda look like Eminem.
Tomorrow we have to report in uniforms, which I am nervous about. I have so much to learn about Army custom and culture--saluting, showing respect...all that stuff is like a new language to me. I have pins and patches that need to be in the right place, my pants need to go down to the correct spot, my hat needs to be correct........
What was cool was watching all these young soldiers in basic. They were kids. The Lord has put a great love in my heart for them.
I just got off the phone with Keri and the kids. I'm still unable to talk to them without crying. I'm so blessed.
And thanks to everyone from Solid Rock who have been concerned with Keri. She told me many of you have reached out to her. Again, I'm so blessed.
Here's my address:
Chaplain Basic Officer Leader Course (Class:09-002)
Captain James Souza
USACHCS
10100 Lee Rd.
Fort Jackson, SC 29207-7090
The teeth thing went well. One of the helpers, a middle-aged, southern lady with extra attitude told me I looked sexy with my haircut. I was looking at my military ID card and with my white, shaved head looking like platinum blond, I kinda look like Eminem.
Tomorrow we have to report in uniforms, which I am nervous about. I have so much to learn about Army custom and culture--saluting, showing respect...all that stuff is like a new language to me. I have pins and patches that need to be in the right place, my pants need to go down to the correct spot, my hat needs to be correct........
What was cool was watching all these young soldiers in basic. They were kids. The Lord has put a great love in my heart for them.
I just got off the phone with Keri and the kids. I'm still unable to talk to them without crying. I'm so blessed.
And thanks to everyone from Solid Rock who have been concerned with Keri. She told me many of you have reached out to her. Again, I'm so blessed.
Here's my address:
Chaplain Basic Officer Leader Course (Class:09-002)
Captain James Souza
USACHCS
10100 Lee Rd.
Fort Jackson, SC 29207-7090
Monday, June 1, 2009
CH-BOLC day 2
So far a lot of filling out forms. Gotta get used to the military way of writing the date 090601 is June 1, 2009. And saying "hoo-ah" all the time too.
1-2-3 ...."hoo-ah"
I did purchase a bunch of uniforms today as well as completely shave my head (yes, totally bald). I would download a pic but this pink-eye is still around so that'll have to wait. I did it myself so there is probably a few missed spots in the back that look funny, but it feels smooth back there and its kinda cool to see the light reflect off of the top of my head. If I wasn't deformed I'd say it looks pretty good.
I still feel like a pastor and not a chaplain, and definitely not a soldier. This is a new culture and it will take some time to adjust. Plus you just cant *not* be something that you've given your heart to for 12 years. One cool thing is that one of the staff seargents looks and acts like Jimmie Walker (aka "Kid dy-no-mite!").
I heard that someone was officially offered that pastorate of Solid Rock. I met Paul and his family and was very impressed. I like him. His girls are adorable.
Well, it's getting later and I've gotta get some rest. I need to worship the Lord and brush my teeth too.
I love my family and miss them a lot!!!!!!!!
1-2-3 ...."hoo-ah"
I did purchase a bunch of uniforms today as well as completely shave my head (yes, totally bald). I would download a pic but this pink-eye is still around so that'll have to wait. I did it myself so there is probably a few missed spots in the back that look funny, but it feels smooth back there and its kinda cool to see the light reflect off of the top of my head. If I wasn't deformed I'd say it looks pretty good.
I still feel like a pastor and not a chaplain, and definitely not a soldier. This is a new culture and it will take some time to adjust. Plus you just cant *not* be something that you've given your heart to for 12 years. One cool thing is that one of the staff seargents looks and acts like Jimmie Walker (aka "Kid dy-no-mite!").
I heard that someone was officially offered that pastorate of Solid Rock. I met Paul and his family and was very impressed. I like him. His girls are adorable.
Well, it's getting later and I've gotta get some rest. I need to worship the Lord and brush my teeth too.
I love my family and miss them a lot!!!!!!!!
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