Robert's Ramblings http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/ en Copyright 2009 Mon, 05 Jan 2009 23:53:00 -0600 http://www.sixapart.com/movabletype/ http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss What Happened to the Page? Okay. I know the blog page is hosed up. I dont how it happened or how to fix it at this point. I have tried to apply new styles with no luck. I have even reverted to the default MT4 templates to see if that would fix it. No joy. All of the entries and archives are at the bottom of the page, not on the left. No time to mess with it now but I'll work on it later. http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2009/01/04-week/#000377 http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2009/01/04-week/#000377 Technology Mon, 05 Jan 2009 23:53:00 -0600 General Victor H. Krulak, USMC, 1913-2008 Victor H. Krulak, 1913-2008 "Military Innovator Who Sought New Approach to Battle in Vietnam," by. Stephen Miller. The Wall Street Journal, Vol. CCLIII, No. 2, Saturday/Sunday, 03-04 January 2009. General Victor Krulak, 95, passed away on Monday, 29 December 2008. This is a nice review of his career and shows many ways in which he was a creative thinker. I recall discussing his ideas on how to win in Vietnam in my war college seminar and we all agreed that it was the only way to win that war. In fact, in places where it had been implemented, results were being realized. Unfortunately the American public was growing tired of the war and the method would take several years to win the war. There are many parallels between General Krulak and General Petraeus. Both are innovative and sometimes unconventional. They have both forwarded ideas that were met with resistance. And, in the end, I think they both were correct while their critics were wrong. His plan to win in Vietnam included winning the hearts and minds of the Vietnamese people on a village by village basis one person at a time. It also included placing mines in Haiphong harbor which President Johnson thought might anger the Russians and/or Chinese. Therefore the President did not embrace this plan, passed over General Krulak for Commandant of the Marine Corps, and resulted in his retirement. As for the outcome of the war, well that is history. ]]> http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2009/01/04-week/#000376 http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2009/01/04-week/#000376 Mon, 05 Jan 2009 00:16:11 -0600 General David is Top "Public Intellectual" Free Republic). In their January 2009 article Intellectual Surge they state "we know an original thinker when we see one, especially one who uses brainpower to achieve change in the most difficult of circumstances." I've had several discussions with colleagues and many argue that General Petraeus is an anomaly within the military. I don't see him so much as an anomaly as I do a leader of the type of military officers we can expect in the future. I would love the opportunity to work for this man.]]> http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2009/01/04-week/#000375 http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2009/01/04-week/#000375 Sun, 04 Jan 2009 23:52:54 -0600 Shelf Space for Books Reclaimed Fujitsu ScanSnap Scanner I scanned all of my Naval War College notes and books, my Advanced Joint Professional Military Education notes, and a few other things. When all is said and done I have an extra 117-3/4 inches of shelf space. ]]> http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000374 http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000374 Life Technology Fri, 02 Jan 2009 23:42:07 -0600 Utah 31--Alabama 17 Sweet! And I don't even like Utah. I must admit it was nice to watch a game without all of that ridiculous "Roll Tide". If Alabama fans were better winners I could be a little more sympathetic when they lose but... http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000373 http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000373 Fri, 02 Jan 2009 22:44:13 -0600 Harry Potter and the Mirror of Erised: What Would You See? A Sermon Delivered to Trinity Presbyterian Church PC(USA) 29 June 2003 He shouldn't have been out of his room wandering the halls, trying to sneak into the restricted section of the library, but he was. He knew there were risks but he thought they were acceptable for he had his invisibility cloak, a mere piece of cloth that was delivered to him by an anonymous person which, when placed over the wearer, rendered them invisible. Surely with such a covering he could go where he wanted. Even so, Harry Potter, the mischievous wizard at Hogwarts School for Wizards felt like he could still be seen so he slipped into an empty classroom through a door that was left slightly ajar. As some of his professors walked past him in the hall, our beloved Harry breathed a sigh of relief and took a look around the room. It looked like nothing but a vacant classroom, a room in a section of the school not often used, but there was something different about this room. Propped against a wall there was a piece of furniture that looked to be very old. As Harry approached it he realized that it was a magnificent old mirror. It was held in place by an ornate gold frame and standing on two clawed feet. Carved in the top of the frame was the inscription Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. Harry, feeling secure that he was alone now, stepped in front of the mirror expecting to see his reflection but he was not to be so lucky. He peered into the mirror and saw not his own reflection, but the reflection of others. He spun around to see who had entered the room and was standing behind him but he saw no one. He looked back into the mirror and they were there again. He reached behind hoping to touch the woman he saw standing in the mirror but she was not there. Harry stepped closer to see what was in the mirror. He began to notice the woman's eyes looked much like his own. The man standing next to her had hair sticking up at the back of his head, just like Harry's hair. Harry then realized that he was looking at his mother and father in the mirror. Harry's knees became wobbly because he had only seen pictures of his parents. Harry's parents had been killed when he was but a child by the evil Lord Voldemort. Harry, an orphan, had been living with his cruel Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Cousin Dudley Dursley since his parents had died. For ten years he tolerated the treatment until the day the letter of admissions to Hogwarts was delivered to Mr. H. Potter at The Cupboard Under the Stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Harry had to share this magnificent find of the mirror so he returned the next night with his friend Ron. He took Ron to the mirror and asked him what he saw. Ron Weasley, overshadowed by the accomplishments of his older brother, saw himself in the mirror. But he saw a much older self, an older self who was head boy. And he was also the Quidditch captain holding the Quidditch Cup. The two youngsters hypothesized about the mirror. Ron suggested it showed the future but Harry pointed out that couldn't be the case because his parents were already dead. They left that night not knowing what the mirror was. Harry, we learn, is a very special wizard. In his exploits as told by J. K. Rowling, he goes on to many adventures and fights evil. He seems to be an ordinary boy, by wizard standards anyway. He is not the brightest student at Hogwarts. He is an orphan and his Aunt and Uncle are Muggles; they don't have the slightest amount of magic in their blood. Harry is not particularly attractive. His hair is untidy, he wears thick glasses, and he is not a particularly spiffy dresser. To make matters worse he has friends who are not from the upper crust of the wizard world. Harry, by all accounts, is a nobody. What sets Harry apart from others is his courage, his desire to do what is right, and his concern for his friends. David was also a "nobody". The youngest of eight, David was the son of the servant Jesse. While his three oldest brothers followed Saul into battle, David stayed behind to care for the sheep. After all, what was a youngster like David to do? Surely he couldn't fight. One day Jesse told David to take to his eldest sons an ephah of grain (a little over a bushel) and ten loaves of bread and to take their commander ten cheeses. David left the next day on his mission. As David arrived at the camp, he found the men were preparing for battle. For forty days the Philistine Goliath had been coming and challenging the army. Goliath, a giant of a man who towered over the Israelites at a height of nine feet, nine inches, had been taunting Saul's army to choose a man to fight him one-on-one in a winner take all match. For forty days no one would fight. David was accused of just sneaking of to watch a battle by his brothers and they chastised him for leaving the sheep unattended. David continued to ask "What would happen to the person who killed Goliath?" and when word of his questioning reached Saul, he was called to meet with him. David was brave and knew he had the Lord on his side. He was not afraid to fight the giant and said as much to Saul. However Saul was hesitant; he asked how David, a mere boy with no training, could take on Goliath who had been trained as a warrior from his youth. As a shepherd, David explained, he had tracked down lions to rescue lost sheep and when the lions turned on him, he killed them. He told Saul that just as God had delivered him from the lions, he would ensure victory against Goliath. Saul then clothed David in armor, gave him a shield and gave him a sword to strap across himself. But David, unused to the weight of the armor, could not walk so he removed the garb of a warrior and instead grabbed his staff, placed five smooth stones in his shepherd's bag, and held his sling in his hand. Goliath was amused at the sight he saw. Here came this boy, not a man, to call him out for a fight. He wore no armor and had no serious weapons. He had a stick and a slingshot, weapons of children. Goliath stepped nearer to David, and instead of running away like the other soldiers had been doing for 40 days, David ran towards Goliath, slingshot in hand, and scored a direct hit on Goliath's head. As the giant crumbled to the ground, David stepped forward and killed him. How often have we met a David or a Harry Potter and underestimated their strength, their resolve, their intent? How often have we ignored the voice of someone because they did not have the proper level of education, wear the proper clothes, or come from the right family? How often have we underestimated someone's ability because of their age? Just a few weeks ago we recognized some very small boys with very big hearts for collecting enough money to buy a flock of chickens to help the poor. How many of us looked at them as doing something cute and sweet but never really appreciating the impact they could have? And how many of us have personally thanked them and told them what they did was a great thing? We need to walk a fine line in life but we tend to walk too far on either side of the line. At times we are quick to judge others and at other times we are too hesitant to judge. Some days we are quick to label people, other days we are too slow. Some days we are too critical, other days we do not offer encouragement. More times than not we fail to realize what an impact a few good words can have on someone or how great of an impact a few bad words can have. A few years ago I was called into the conference room by my then commanding officer in the Naval Reserve. It was once again time for my annual fitness report, that piece of paper we get every year where we are evaluated by our commanders; that piece of paper that can lead to a long career or can cut it short. It had been a tough year for me and I was tired. The recruiting slogan of one weekend a month and two weeks a year was just that--a slogan. Then, as now, I was spending much more than one weekend a month and two weeks a year for the Navy. I have missed countless birthdays and anniversaries. I have missed my daughter's performances, and I missed visits with friends and family. I was ready to quit. I went into the conference room and was ready to tell my CO that I was ready to hang up the uniform. Whether he sensed how I was feeling that day or not, I don't know. As I sat down he started talking to me. He began by telling me how tough it was to ever become an Admiral in the navy, how the chances of anyone making it that far were astronomical. I thought this was great, he's telling me I can't go much further so quitting is going to be easy. Then he let the other shoe drop. This Navy Captain, this officer with years of experience, this man who graduated from the Naval Academy, this person who was not far from being an Admiral himself, said that if he had known someone who had what it would take to go that far, that I was the person. Now how could I quit after a pep talk like that? Obviously I didn't quit and am glad I didn't, but seldom does a day go by that I don't think about the faith he showed he had me at a time when I needed it most. Now I ask myself, how many opportunities have I passed up that allowed me the opportunity to do the same for someone else? In the tenth grade, we had a new student come to our school. He did not dress nicely, he did not know anyone, and he had no friends. He was however in the band. And if you were in a band you knew you were in a family, a little nerdy maybe, but in a family. He was eating lunch with some of us and as he was finishing his meal he picked up his roll and began to mop up the gravy left in his tray. This was certainly not the way you ate in our lunchroom and some of those at the table began to ridicule him asking him if all hicks ate that way? Later in the day others asked him what he was doing in the band; what did he intend to accomplish? He said he was there to be first chair saxophone. Needless to say, our first chair saxophonist was none too happy which led to further belittling. I'm not sure what happened to that student but he was only at school for a few months. I often wonder what would have happened had he received some positive comments that day rather than nothing but critical statements. Jesus was not one to worry much about what others thought. He was also able to see within people and know what they needed. The woman Jesus met at the well was a Samaritan--someone who respectable Jews did not want to be seen with, much less talk to. To make a bad situation worse, this particular woman was on her fifth husband. She was a Samaritan and a hussy to boot. What would bring Jesus to her? Why would Jesus talk to such a low-life? Jesus knew that he had what she needed. He had the water that would quench her thirst forever. His conversation with her led her to go to others and tell them about Him. Once they saw for themselves, they told others who then came to drink of the water only our Lord can provide. What would have happened had Jesus not had the courage to talk to this woman? How many would have never known Him? What if instead of telling her about His water, he ridiculed her for her five husbands or commented on her ancestry? Antwone Fisher was an abandoned child who grew up in Cleveland, Ohio. Born in a woman's prison, he was placed in a foster home until his mother was released and could come for him. His mother never came. His father had been murdered before he was born. He grew up in an abusive family, was molested by his foster mother's daughter, and was routinely threatened with harm. He was called names and treated with derision. He did not see what he ultimately wanted out of himself but he knew he wanted out of where he was. He was an angry young man living on the edge of crime with a life that could go either way. After being thrown out of the house by his foster mother, he signed up with the Navy. He said he couldn't see himself sleeping in tents and that's why he didn't join the Army. On his ship, Antoine was a trouble maker; his anger got him in many fights and did not earn him any friends. He was also a bright kid who had not been given many opportunities to succeed. After one particular fight, Antoine was taken to Captain's mast. Captain's mast is relatively unique to the Navy in that it allows the Commanding Officer to hold hearings and mete out punishment without the formalities of a trial. Antoine was sentenced to a reduction in rate, forfeiture of several months pay, and perhaps most importantly, to an examination by a psychiatrist. It is with the psychiatrist that Antoine's life began to change. The doctor had faith in Antoine, believed that he wanted to be a good Sailor and that he wanted to be a good person. Antoine was difficult though, he didn't want to talk, and he didn't want to cooperate. The doctor saw something inside Antoine and kept working with him. One of the bonus features with the Antwone Fisher DVD is an interview with Antoine. He talks about how his commanders in the Navy changed his life. How the sentencing to see the psychiatrist was the beginning of turning his life around. He talks about how he was standing on the flight deck as a helicopter was coming in for a landing and the Chief handed him the wands and said it was time he learned how to bring in a helicopter. As he was standing there, scared to death, he realized that the life of the helicopter crew was in his hands while he directed them to their landing. He realized that the Navy had just placed a tremendous amount of faith in him that day. If the Navy could trust a poor black kid from a foster home with such an important task, maybe there was hope for him after all. We often act on faith. We try to see the inside of people, to determine their intent, to guess their motives. This is natural, particularly when we meet a stranger and oftentimes necessary for our safety and well-being. Looking at the inside of someone is hard to do but it is what we must do if we wish to be more Christ-like. On the third night, Harry returned to the room to look at the mirror. Nothing was to stop him from looking at his mother, father, and grandparents all night. As he sat looking, he heard a voice, "So--back again Harry?" Sitting in the room was Albus Dumbledore, the school headmaster. Harry apologized for not seeing him. "Strange how nearsighted being invisible can make you", said Dumbledore. Dumbledore told Harry he had discovered the Mirror of Erised and asked if Harry figured out what it showed. As Harry thought about it he gave him a hint. "The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would be able to look into it and see himself exactly as he is." As Harry thought, Dumbledore explained that the Mirror of Erised showed nothing more than your heart's deepest desire. In fact Rowling gives us a hint at this in the very name Erised, which is nothing more than "desire" spelled backwards. And if the carving above the mirror is read backward, the purpose of the mirror is revealed: "I show not your face but your hearts desire." Dumbledore explained that the mirror would be moved for "it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live". If you had the mirror here today, what would you see in yourself? If you could look into the desires of others, would you see a little boy who misses his family? Would you see a little shepherd boy trying to watch a fight or would you see a little boy with a keenly accurate slingshot who would slay a giant? Would you hand the poor black Sailor the wands on the flight deck or would you tell him to get out of the way? Would you see a poor woman who had been divorced four times drawing water from a well, or would you see the woman who would bring many to know Christ? Would you see the little boys being cute and collecting money at the church door, or would you see the flock of chickens they would give to the poor? Perhaps what we see in others is really an indication of what we see in ourselves. God is able to see inside of us and know what we desire. He knows what we are capable of doing. God has faith in us to do what is right; is it asking too much for us to have faith in each other? Amen. Sources: Rowling, J. K. (1997). Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone. New York, NY: Scholastic. Washington, Denzel (Director). (2003). Antwone Fisher [Motion Picture]. United States: Twentieth Century Fox Home Video. ]]> http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000372 http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000372 Life Religion Fri, 02 Jan 2009 12:00:44 -0600 Harry Potter and the Mirror of Erised: What Would You See? A Sermon Delivered to Trinity Presbyterian Church PC(USA) 29 June 2003 He shouldn't have been out of his room wandering the halls, trying to sneak into the restricted section of the library, but he was. He knew there were risks but he thought they were acceptable for he had his invisibility cloak, a mere piece of cloth that was delivered to him by an anonymous person which, when placed over the wearer, rendered them invisible. Surely with such a covering he could go where he wanted. Even so, Harry Potter, the mischievous wizard at Hogwarts School for Wizards felt like he could still be seen so he slipped into an empty classroom through a door that was left slightly ajar. As some of his professors walked past him in the hall, our beloved Harry breathed a sigh of relief and took a look around the room. It looked like nothing but a vacant classroom, a room in a section of the school not often used, but there was something different about this room. Propped against a wall there was a piece of furniture that looked to be very old. As Harry approached it he realized that it was a magnificent old mirror. It was held in place by an ornate gold frame and standing on two clawed feet. Carved in the top of the frame was the inscription Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. Harry, feeling secure that he was alone now, stepped in front of the mirror expecting to see his reflection but he was not to be so lucky. He peered into the mirror and saw not his own reflection, but the reflection of others. He spun around to see who had entered the room and was standing behind him but he saw no one. He looked back into the mirror and they were there again. He reached behind hoping to touch the woman he saw standing in the mirror but she was not there. Harry stepped closer to see what was in the mirror. He began to notice the woman's eyes looked much like his own. The man standing next to her had hair sticking up at the back of his head, just like Harry's hair. Harry then realized that he was looking at his mother and father in the mirror. Harry's knees became wobbly because he had only seen pictures of his parents. Harry's parents had been killed when he was but a child by the evil Lord Voldemort. Harry, an orphan, had been living with his cruel Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Cousin Dudley Dursley since his parents had died. For ten years he tolerated the treatment until the day the letter of admissions to Hogwarts was delivered to Mr. H. Potter at The Cupboard Under the Stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Harry had to share this magnificent find of the mirror so he returned the next night with his friend Ron. He took Ron to the mirror and asked him what he saw. Ron Weasley, overshadowed by the accomplishments of his older brother, saw himself in the mirror. But he saw a much older self, an older self who was head boy. And he was also the Quidditch captain holding the Quidditch Cup. The two youngsters hypothesized about the mirror. Ron suggested it showed the future but Harry pointed out that couldn't be the case because his parents were already dead. They left that night not knowing what the mirror was. Harry, we learn, is a very special wizard. In his exploits as told by J. K. Rowling, he goes on to many adventures and fights evil. He seems to be an ordinary boy, by wizard standards anyway. He is not the brightest student at Hogwarts. He is an orphan and his Aunt and Uncle are Muggles; they don't have the slightest amount of magic in their blood. Harry is not particularly attractive. His hair is untidy, he wears thick glasses, and he is not a particularly spiffy dresser. To make matters worse he has friends who are not from the upper crust of the wizard world. Harry, by all accounts, is a nobody. What sets Harry apart from others is his courage, his desire to do what is right, and his concern for his friends. David was also a "nobody". The youngest of eight, David was the son of the servant Jesse. While his three oldest brothers followed Saul into battle, David stayed behind to care for the sheep. After all, what was a youngster like David to do? Surely he couldn't fight. One day Jesse told David to take to his eldest sons an ephah of grain (a little over a bushel) and ten loaves of bread and to take their commander ten cheeses. David left the next day on his mission. As David arrived at the camp, he found the men were preparing for battle. For forty days the Philistine Goliath had been coming and challenging the army. Goliath, a giant of a man who towered over the Israelites at a height of nine feet, nine inches, had been taunting Saul's army to choose a man to fight him one-on-one in a winner take all match. For forty days no one would fight. David was accused of just sneaking of to watch a battle by his brothers and they chastised him for leaving the sheep unattended. David continued to ask "What would happen to the person who killed Goliath?" and when word of his questioning reached Saul, he was called to meet with him. David was brave and knew he had the Lord on his side. He was not afraid to fight the giant and said as much to Saul. However Saul was hesitant; he asked how David, a mere boy with no training, could take on Goliath who had been trained as a warrior from his youth. As a shepherd, David explained, he had tracked down lions to rescue lost sheep and when the lions turned on him, he killed them. He told Saul that just as God had delivered him from the lions, he would ensure victory against Goliath. Saul then clothed David in armor, gave him a shield and gave him a sword to strap across himself. But David, unused to the weight of the armor, could not walk so he removed the garb of a warrior and instead grabbed his staff, placed five smooth stones in his shepherd's bag, and held his sling in his hand. Goliath was amused at the sight he saw. Here came this boy, not a man, to call him out for a fight. He wore no armor and had no serious weapons. He had a stick and a slingshot, weapons of children. Goliath stepped nearer to David, and instead of running away like the other soldiers had been doing for 40 days, David ran towards Goliath, slingshot in hand, and scored a direct hit on Goliath's head. As the giant crumbled to the ground, David stepped forward and killed him. How often have we met a David or a Harry Potter and underestimated their strength, their resolve, their intent? How often have we ignored the voice of someone because they did not have the proper level of education, wear the proper clothes, or come from the right family? How often have we underestimated someone's ability because of their age? Just a few weeks ago we recognized some very small boys with very big hearts for collecting enough money to buy a flock of chickens to help the poor. How many of us looked at them as doing something cute and sweet but never really appreciating the impact they could have? And how many of us have personally thanked them and told them what they did was a great thing? We need to walk a fine line in life but we tend to walk too far on either side of the line. At times we are quick to judge others and at other times we are too hesitant to judge. Some days we are quick to label people, other days we are too slow. Some days we are too critical, other days we do not offer encouragement. More times than not we fail to realize what an impact a few good words can have on someone or how great of an impact a few bad words can have. A few years ago I was called into the conference room by my then commanding officer in the Naval Reserve. It was once again time for my annual fitness report, that piece of paper we get every year where we are evaluated by our commanders; that piece of paper that can lead to a long career or can cut it short. It had been a tough year for me and I was tired. The recruiting slogan of one weekend a month and two weeks a year was just that--a slogan. Then, as now, I was spending much more than one weekend a month and two weeks a year for the Navy. I have missed countless birthdays and anniversaries. I have missed my daughter's performances, and I missed visits with friends and family. I was ready to quit. I went into the conference room and was ready to tell my CO that I was ready to hang up the uniform. Whether he sensed how I was feeling that day or not, I don't know. As I sat down he started talking to me. He began by telling me how tough it was to ever become an Admiral in the navy, how the chances of anyone making it that far were astronomical. I thought this was great, he's telling me I can't go much further so quitting is going to be easy. Then he let the other shoe drop. This Navy Captain, this officer with years of experience, this man who graduated from the Naval Academy, this person who was not far from being an Admiral himself, said that if he had known someone who had what it would take to go that far, that I was the person. Now how could I quit after a pep talk like that? Obviously I didn't quit and am glad I didn't, but seldom does a day go by that I don't think about the faith he showed he had me at a time when I needed it most. Now I ask myself, how many opportunities have I passed up that allowed me the opportunity to do the same for someone else? In the tenth grade, we had a new student come to our school. He did not dress nicely, he did not know anyone, and he had no friends. He was however in the band. And if you were in a band you knew you were in a family, a little nerdy maybe, but in a family. He was eating lunch with some of us and as he was finishing his meal he picked up his roll and began to mop up the gravy left in his tray. This was certainly not the way you ate in our lunchroom and some of those at the table began to ridicule him asking him if all hicks ate that way? Later in the day others asked him what he was doing in the band; what did he intend to accomplish? He said he was there to be first chair saxophone. Needless to say, our first chair saxophonist was none too happy which led to further belittling. I'm not sure what happened to that student but he was only at school for a few months. I often wonder what would have happened had he received some positive comments that day rather than nothing but critical statements. Jesus was not one to worry much about what others thought. He was also able to see within people and know what they needed. The woman Jesus met at the well was a Samaritan--someone who respectable Jews did not want to be seen with, much less talk to. To make a bad situation worse, this particular woman was on her fifth husband. She was a Samaritan and a hussy to boot. What would bring Jesus to her? Why would Jesus talk to such a low-life? Jesus knew that he had what she needed. He had the water that would quench her thirst forever. His conversation with her led her to go to others and tell them about Him. Once they saw for themselves, they told others who then came to drink of the water only our Lord can provide. What would have happened had Jesus not had the courage to talk to this woman? How many would have never known Him? What if instead of telling her about His water, he ridiculed her for her five husbands or commented on her ancestry? Antwone Fisher was an abandoned child who grew up in Cleveland, Ohio. Born in a woman's prison, he was placed in a foster home until his mother was released and could come for him. His mother never came. His father had been murdered before he was born. He grew up in an abusive family, was molested by his foster mother's daughter, and was routinely threatened with harm. He was called names and treated with derision. He did not see what he ultimately wanted out of himself but he knew he wanted out of where he was. He was an angry young man living on the edge of crime with a life that could go either way. After being thrown out of the house by his foster mother, he signed up with the Navy. He said he couldn't see himself sleeping in tents and that's why he didn't join the Army. On his ship, Antoine was a trouble maker; his anger got him in many fights and did not earn him any friends. He was also a bright kid who had not been given many opportunities to succeed. After one particular fight, Antoine was taken to Captain's mast. Captain's mast is relatively unique to the Navy in that it allows the Commanding Officer to hold hearings and mete out punishment without the formalities of a trial. Antoine was sentenced to a reduction in rate, forfeiture of several months pay, and perhaps most importantly, to an examination by a psychiatrist. It is with the psychiatrist that Antoine's life began to change. The doctor had faith in Antoine, believed that he wanted to be a good Sailor and that he wanted to be a good person. Antoine was difficult though, he didn't want to talk, and he didn't want to cooperate. The doctor saw something inside Antoine and kept working with him. One of the bonus features with the Antwone Fisher DVD is an interview with Antoine. He talks about how his commanders in the Navy changed his life. How the sentencing to see the psychiatrist was the beginning of turning his life around. He talks about how he was standing on the flight deck as a helicopter was coming in for a landing and the Chief handed him the wands and said it was time he learned how to bring in a helicopter. As he was standing there, scared to death, he realized that the life of the helicopter crew was in his hands while he directed them to their landing. He realized that the Navy had just placed a tremendous amount of faith in him that day. If the Navy could trust a poor black kid from a foster home with such an important task, maybe there was hope for him after all. We often act on faith. We try to see the inside of people, to determine their intent, to guess their motives. This is natural, particularly when we meet a stranger and oftentimes necessary for our safety and well-being. Looking at the inside of someone is hard to do but it is what we must do if we wish to be more Christ-like. On the third night, Harry returned to the room to look at the mirror. Nothing was to stop him from looking at his mother, father, and grandparents all night. As he sat looking, he heard a voice, "So--back again Harry?" Sitting in the room was Albus Dumbledore, the school headmaster. Harry apologized for not seeing him. "Strange how nearsighted being invisible can make you", said Dumbledore. Dumbledore told Harry he had discovered the Mirror of Erised and asked if Harry figured out what it showed. As Harry thought about it he gave him a hint. "The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would be able to look into it and see himself exactly as he is." As Harry thought, Dumbledore explained that the Mirror of Erised showed nothing more than your heart's deepest desire. In fact Rowling gives us a hint at this in the very name Erised, which is nothing more than "desire" spelled backwards. And if the carving above the mirror is read backward, the purpose of the mirror is revealed: "I show not your face but your hearts desire." Dumbledore explained that the mirror would be moved for "it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live". If you had the mirror here today, what would you see in yourself? If you could look into the desires of others, would you see a little boy who misses his family? Would you see a little shepherd boy trying to watch a fight or would you see a little boy with a keenly accurate slingshot who would slay a giant? Would you hand the poor black Sailor the wands on the flight deck or would you tell him to get out of the way? Would you see a poor woman who had been divorced four times drawing water from a well, or would you see the woman who would bring many to know Christ? Would you see the little boys being cute and collecting money at the church door, or would you see the flock of chickens they would give to the poor? Perhaps what we see in others is really an indication of what we see in ourselves. God is able to see inside of us and know what we desire. He knows what we are capable of doing. God has faith in us to do what is right; is it asking too much for us to have faith in each other? Amen. Sources: Rowling, J. K. (1997). Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone. New York, NY: Scholastic. Washington, Denzel (Director). (2003). Antwone Fisher [Motion Picture]. United States: Twentieth Century Fox Home Video. ]]> http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000371 http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000371 Life Religion Fri, 02 Jan 2009 12:00:44 -0600 Privacy and Advertising Folgers ad is a waste of time and money for me. One of my favorite stores is Amazon.com. The reason is really quite simple, I like books and Amazon is pretty good at letting me know when there is a book available that might interest me. The system is not perfect but it is pretty good and seems to be getting a little better. I can rate the books and music I purchased and that is used to determine if I might like a newly released book. The system is not perfect and it has missed some books that I would love to buy but it beats being bombarded with all kinds of notices that do not interest me. The movie Minority Report shows advertising at its best. Walking down the street the billboards change to show you the ads that interest you. When you enter a store you are greeted by name and some items could be suggested to you. ]]> http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000370 http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000370 Life Technology Fri, 02 Jan 2009 11:42:18 -0600 Snap, Crackle, and Pop! Dolby technology to eliminate that incessant hiss. Compact disks were a godsend. Now I could truly listen to music without the hiss, without the pops, and not have to worry so much about the scratches as I once did. The CD's were also easier to store and carry than either tapes or vinyl disks. I can convert them to mp3's and listen to them on my computer and even download them to my Nomad II mp3 player which is much smaller than the once popular Sony Walkman, of which I had several. But now people want to add noise to their clear digitally recorded music? I may have missed something along the way but I certainly have not missed the crackle and pop of music recorded on vinyl or the hiss of music recorded on tape. I'm just waiting now for someone to come up with the software that will add the click-click that happened when the 8-track players would change tracks (usually in the middle of a song). I'm afraid that before long someone is going to develop a device that you can add to your television so that you can watch shows in black and white with snowy and wavy pictures. Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to listen to some mp3's and if I get an urge to hear some snaps, crackles, or pops, I'll go for fix myself a bowl of Rice Krispies. ]]> http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000369 http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000369 Life Technology Fri, 02 Jan 2009 11:37:51 -0600 Why I'm a Presbyterian Mister Rogers fame is an ordained Presbyterian minister? We also tend to let our politics get in the way. Given that I am one of the token Republicans at Trinity, I am probably one of the few who knows that our National Security Advisor, Condoleezza Rice is a Presbyterian and her family has been Presbyterian ever since her grandfather found out that he could get a scholarship at Stillman College were he to choose to be a Presbyterian minister. As Condi says "her family has been college educated and Presbyterian ever since." You would think that having such a powerful person in government who also happens to be female and black would be held up by our church as an example of how all races and genders are welcome, but there has been little mention of her in the mainstream Presbyterian publications. Some months ago the Presbyterian Layman ran an article on Dr. Rice and only gained criticism from someone in California for referring to her as "black". Forget the fact that she refers to her self as black, as does Colin Powell. Our California member had her politics out in front of her religion and was more concerned about the differences between being "black" and being "African-American" that she missed the point that perhaps the third most powerful person in the world is a Presbyterian. In times of declining membership, feelings of disenfranchisement by minorities, and troubled times in world politics, I would think that our church would be shouting from the highest mountaintop that we had a black woman of faith in a very high position and that she was Presbyterian. In a Washington Times article last month, there was an article about a Sunday School class Condi Rice taught at National Presbyterian Church. The article describes a little of her faith journey and how she got back in church after moving to California and how important her faith is to her now. She mentions that "...it's a wonderful White House to be in because there are a lot of people who are of faith, starting with the president. When you are in a community of faithful, it makes a very big difference not only in how people treat each other but in how they treat the task at hand." But again, we have yet to see any of this in the mainstream Presbyterian publications. What we do see in our publications are statements well-suited to personal political beliefs but not in touch with reality. In the UpFront section of the September issue of Presbyterians Today the editor mentions that the National Council of Churches recommended that churches host open houses for our Muslim neighbors on the first anniversary of Sept. 11. They seem to ignore the fact that September 11 had nothing to do with the Muslim religion anymore than the bombing of an abortion clinic has anything to do with the Christian religion. What really disturbs me about the editorial is the sentence that followed. Eva Stinson, the editor, went on to say "If only the spirit behind these efforts would trickle up to leaders of the US war on terrorism." My prayer is that the spirit and courage shown by our country's leaders would trickle down to the leaders of the PCUSA. I pray that they would be more understanding and realize that we can have honest differences of opinion on how to best handle the affairs of this world. Personally I have some serious differences with the leadership of our larger church. I believe that they are, among other things, out of touch with their membership. I believe they play a great role in our continuing decline in membership by their inability to separate their political opinions from their religion and in how easily they confuse the two. They have angered many over their attitude towards September 11 and their silence on the deaths that occurred on the USS COLE, in Beirut, at the Khobar Towers, and at the embassies in Kenya and Tanzania. They have been quick to criticize their own country and call for a deeper understanding of the Muslim religion while they have completely ignored the fact that over the years, thousands of innocent people have died at the hands of these terrorists. True, I have many issues with the national leadership of the PCUSA but it is still my church. It is still the church where we can disagree, question, and explore. It is still the church where we can have heated debates in Session meetings and walk out as friends. It is still the church I love. There is still room for me, others, and even a few more ideas. It is still Presbyterian and that, after all, is why I joined. ]]> http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000368 http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000368 Fri, 02 Jan 2009 11:21:28 -0600 Harry Potter and His Tattoo A Sermon Delivered to Trinity Presbyterian Church PC(USA) Starkville, MS 07 July 2002 I have a few confessions to make. My favorite snack is Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, my favorite sport is Quidditch, I would love nothing better than to ride a Nimbus 2000 broom and be the seeker on the Quidditch team. I've been sorted by the sorting hat into the House of Gryffindor and wish I could trade my email for Owl Mail. I think Hermione Granger is as cute as a button and she even reminds me a little of one of my fifth grade girlfriends. I am, I have to admit, a Harry Potter fan. Now my love for the Harry Potter stories did not come easy. I remember when the craze swept the nation and I wanted nothing of it. I'm not one to jump on the latest best seller unless it is by a tried and true author. I was, in fact, shamed into reading my first Harry Potter Book. A very dear friend kept asking me why I hadn't read Harry Potter and my initial response was "Why would I read what every 10 year in the country was reading?" Then she said she was disappointed I hadn't read them. Well I could not have her be disappointed in me and we do tend to like a lot of the same books ranging from John Grisham to Nicholas Sparks so, reluctantly, I started reading Harry Potter. What I found in Harry Potter was similar to what I found in the movie Jungle Book. As a child I thought Jungle Book was a pretty cool and funny movie. Years later when it was re-released Sara and I watched it with Kathryn and I found it had a new meaning on a different level for adults. I enjoyed it even more as an adult than as a child. Harry Potter has been much maligned in churches across the nation, a New Mexico church even had a book burning where they burned Harry Potter books by J. K. Rowling and even works by Shakespeare. The reason given is that the books are evil, that they teach children how to become witches and warlocks, that they are satanic. Scary words, these are. But these are probably the same do-gooders who want to keep the Road Runner cartoons off Saturday morning television for fear that some child will strap rockets on his roller skates and chase dogs down the road or jump off a cliff and bounce up again after landing on a spring that was just delivered from the Acme Supply Company. Well I don't know too much about the children in New Mexico but the children I know in Mississippi are a little too smart to fall for such nonsense. I think these fears more accurately reflect the ignorance of the adults rather than the children. My friends and I all grew up watching the Road Runner, Batman, and Superman. Never once did we have the slightest bit of trouble in separating television from reality. We do have adults who tend to confuse the two but we call them legislators and that is the topic for another day. Harry Potter was, at first, nothing special. He was, as we find out, an orphan left on the doorstep of his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon Dursley. He was mistreated as a child, apparently shown little love, and had to live with his cousin Dudley who picked on him continuously. Harry's address was the Cupboard under the Stairs, Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. But Harry made the best of it. Then around the age of ten, he got the letter admitting him Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is at Hogwarts where most of the story takes place. Harry meets his friend Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. This threesome always manages to find some sort of mischief to get into but it is always during an attempt to do good. You see not only is Harry Potter a good read, it is a story about virtues. And I use the word virtues rather than values for a reason. As Bill Bennett says in his Book of Virtues, values are talked about by people as if they are something you possess like beads on a string or marbles in a pouch. But Virtues are the central part of human nature; they are not something to have but something to be. (The Book of Virtues, William J. Bennett, p. 14.) By reading Harry Potter we learn the value of friendship, how do have a caring relationship with others, how to put others before yourself, and how to make personal sacrifices so that others may benefit. We also find Harry and his friends breaking a few rules to accomplish a greater good. You see Harry is not an ordinary child, he is not even an ordinary wizard, Harry is special in a way that not even he knows at first. Breaking rules is something we are all taught to not do. Our teachers in school made up all kinds of rules about chewing gum, eating in class, talking in the halls, and sitting up straight. Some of these rules were a good and valuable part of our education, others were merely there to make life easier for themselves. As I walk through the halls on campus over the summer and see the teachers sitting in classes as students I can't help but chuckle. They have their cokes and coffee sitting on their desks even though the sign at the front of the room says food and drink not allowed. If only their students could see them now! What we find in Harry Potter is that he sometimes breaks a rule or two. I've known others who broke rules and I'm sure you have too. Years ago, when she was in the third grade, my daughter started a petition at school to get Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday declared a school holiday. The petition was confiscated and she got fussed at a little by her teacher. She came home and told us about it and my response to her was that she needed to decide how much it was worth to her. Did she believe strongly enough to take a little heat and get in a little trouble? If so then she had our complete support. If not then she needed to let it go and apologize. She didn't back down. A few days letter the petition was returned to her and shortly thereafter the school declared King's birthday as a holiday. Now I'm not naive enough to think that a petition from a third grader made a school change its policies but perhaps it did get them to think a little about it. I was never prouder of her than that day, the day she decided to put her welfare below that of something because it was the right thing to do. One of my favorite speeches is one given by General Krulak, now retired Commandant of the Marine Corps, to the Leaders Forum and midshipmen at the Naval Academy. In this speech, General Krulak talks about the virtues and values a person holds dear. He points out that as leaders, those in the audience will be tested and tempted. They will be tried and they will have to decide and act. He says there is nothing more valuable to a leader than integrity. Integrity. Integrity and Moral Courage are fundamental traits that go hand in hand. Were he not afraid of dirty needles, the General says, he would take everyone in the audience down to the nearest tattoo parlor and have the word Integrity tattooed somewhere on their bodies. But he was afraid of dirty needles so he challenged the audience to tattoo that word on their souls. Tattoo integrity on your soul he said. As long as it is tattooed on your soul you will never have to worry about lying, worry about stealing, or cheating. You will never have to worry about doing the right thing. What is tattooed on your soul? Look at your soul and what do you see? If more people would follow the advice of General Krulak today's newspapers would be empty. Twenty-four hour news channels would need only fifteen minutes a day to cover the news. There would be no murders; there would be no crimes. And we certainly would not be reading about Enron and WorldCom. Those people did not have integrity tattooed on their souls; I doubt they even had integrity in their vocabularies. On September 11th of last year I was onboard the USS TRENTON at the pier in Norfolk. Like many of you, I watched the World Trade Center and the Pentagon attacks unfold on television. The difference is I was in the Wardroom of the ship with the people who were certainly going to be heading in harm's way. I was with people who had kissed their wives and children goodbye that morning and reported for duty, fully expecting to see them again around 4:30 that afternoon. In a matter of minutes that had all changed. They were now making preparation to get underway. They had no idea when they would get home again. The Sailors I was with were scared. The average age was less than twenty on that ship and they were scared. We were all scared. We were at the largest naval installation on the eastern seaboard and felt certain, in those minutes that followed, that we were going to be the next to be attacked. I did not see panic. I did not see tears. And contrary to what many of our church leaders say, I saw no knee-jerk violent reactions. What I saw were young men and women with integrity tattooed on their souls. They turned to and started to do their jobs. They knew not what they would be called on to do in the days that followed but they started preparing for anything that would be asked of them by their country. I saw their tattoos. In the days that followed I was both proud and saddened. I was proud of what I had seen onboard the ship but I was saddened by what I would see on television. I recall one particular interview of a student on the west coast who, when asked what he thought about the possibility of a draft, replied he was not in favor of it because it did not fit in with his career plans. How self-centered can you be? People had just lost their lives, much more than their careers, and this twenty-something was concerned about his career plans. I'm not certain he has much of a soul but I am confident his only tattoos were on his skin. My confidence was somewhat restored a few weeks later when several people from my unit were mobilized for Operation Noble Eagle. These people received a phone call telling them they had to report immediately and would be shipping out in less than 72 hours. I made it a point to go down while they were being processed to let them know I cared and to help them get through the process. One of the Sailors being mobilized was Petty Officer Sisson. Petty Officer Sisson has been a Sailor for many years, as has her husband. She moved around the world with her husband and tried to maintain her activity in the Naval Reserve but had recently received a letter saying that she had reached high year tenure and was going to have to retire. Petty Officer Sisson did not want to leave the service and I did not want her to leave. She requested a waiver of the high year tenure and sent it to me to be forwarded. In the Navy just about everything has to be forwarded through the chain of command, as did this request. Our usual process is to attach a brief letter that says simply "Forwarded, Recommending approval". If we are really excited and have strong feelings we send an endorsement that says "Forwarded, strongly recommending approval." I felt even stronger about this request so I took the time to write a full letter stating her value to the service and stressing that she was in this situation because she was doing the right thing by following her husband to a remote duty station even though it would harm her career. I closed the letter by simply saying that approving this request was the right thing to do. We were both somewhat surprised when the request came back approved. It was indeed a rare occurrence. Now this fine Petty Officer was facing being taken away from husband for who knew how long. When I went to see her and the others off I looked at her and asked her if she wished now we had not tried so hard to get her waiver. She stood there in front of me, looked me square in the eyes and said, "Commander, this is what I signed up to do and I am ready to serve my country. I have no regrets." I saw her soul that day and it had a great big Integrity tattoo on it. I have spoken to her several times since that day and she has yet to voice one single complaint or regret. What kind of a country would it be if we had more Petty Officer Sisson's and fewer west coast students? Harry Potter also has a tattoo. Well, it is not exactly a tattoo but it is rather a scar. He has a lighting bolt scar on his forehead. We find out later that this scar was given him when his parents were killed during a fight with Voldemort. Voldemort, for those unfamiliar with the story is the incarnation of evil. He is a very powerful wizard that went over to the dark side and is struggling to regain power. Harry also has several tattoos on his soul. In addition to integrity, Harry has tattooed on his soul words like friendship, love, kindness, and goodness. Harry is also a rule breaker. When he needs to break a few rules to do something that is for the betterment of all, he breaks them. In the first book, Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone, Harry learns that Voldemort is trying to steal the sorcerer's stone which is hidden in Hogwarts. This stone, if recovered by Voldemort, would restore his power and his brand of evil would reign again. Harry gets wind of this and knows that Voldemort has learned the secrets to enter the chamber and steal the stone. The only option left to him is to steal the stone first so he, Ron, and Hermione sneak out of their rooms one night on a mission to get the stone. On the way out though, they run into another friend of theirs, Neville Longbottom. Neville is a nice sort of fellow and tried to keep them from getting in trouble by blocking their way out of the room. Neville does not want them to get in trouble for several reasons but one is that, if they are caught, their house will have points taken away which could keep them from winning the school cup, the prize given to the best dormitory each year. They do not have time to explain to Neville what they are doing so Hermione puts a spell on him that causes him to stiffen and fall to the floor allowing them to pass. Harry does eventually enter the chamber where the stone is hidden, but not without some troubles and some trials. To get the stone, Harry, Ron, and Hermione have to play a game of chess, not ordinary chess--wizard chess. In wizard chess the pieces move themselves. The knight's horse moves and the King's remove their crowns when checkmated. When pieces are taken they are destroyed. In order to win the game, Ron must allow himself to be taken allowing Harry to checkmate. Ron knew he would be harmed but he also knew there was no other way. I need not tell you that Ron also had a tattoo on his soul. Harry eventually enters the chamber and while there he comes face to face with Voldermort's evil helper Quirrell who is sharing his soul with Voldemort to keep him alive. During a fight for the stone, which had magically appeared in Harry's pocket, Harry touches Quirrell and Quirrell begins to die. Some time later, as he lay recovering in the hospital following the fight, Harry asks the headmaster Dumbledore some questions. One is why Quirrell could not touch him? Dumbledore explains:
"Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He did not realize that love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign...to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin. Quirrell, full of hatred, greed, and ambition, sharing his soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It was agony to touch a person marked by something so good." (J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone, p 299.)
We have this same sort of protection. We have a Father that loves us so much that evil can not harm us. His love has given us the ability to tattoo our souls and stand for that which is right and against that which is wrong. We seem to forget this at times and focus on only standing for the right, but we must also stand up against the wrong. And let there be no mistake, there is wrong and evil in this world. We saw it on September 11th in New York and Washington, we saw it in Kosovo, we saw it in Bosnia, we saw it in Beirut, and we still see it in Afghanistan. Evil abounds, but we have the power to stand up to it and to prevail. At the end of the first book in the Harry Potter series, all of the students gather for a feast and the awarding of the school trophy. Harry's house, the House of Gryffindor, had not won the trophy. They were a few points shy of victory and everyone was more than a little bit disappointed. Dumbledore, the headmaster, rose from the head table and stated that not all of the points had been awarded. As we read in the book, Dumbledore says, "First--to Mr. Ronald Weasley...for the best played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points." "Second--to Miss Hermione Granger...for the use of cool logic in the face of danger, I award Gryffindor house fifty points. "Third--to Mr. Harry Potter...for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house 60 points." (J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone, p. 305-306.) The points awarded meant that Gryffindor house was now tied for first place. If only they had one more point. Dumbledore raised his hand and silence swept through the room. He then said "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom. Gryffindor house had won the school trophy. Personally I think Neville deserved a few more point because I think that standing up to your friends is actually harder than standing up to your enemies. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had broken some rules during their year in school but they had accomplished a greater good by doing so. Jesus was also a rule breaker. He frequently saw things that were wrong and needed to be fixed and he fixed them, even if it meant breaking laws and customs of the times. He stood up for the woman who was about to be stoned and saved her life. He spoke to the woman at the well. He healed the sick. Jesus was not afraid to break a few silly rules in order to do some good. The message we can get from Harry Potter is the same as we get from General Krulak's speech. Throughout life we will have many decisions to make. Some of these decisions are easy, and some are hard. We need no help in making the easy decisions because they are, well, easy. It is the tough ones which we need help in making. Maybe we will have time to think about the decision and even talk to our friends about it. Other times we will not have time to think very long. It is at those times that we need to check the tattoo on our souls. Do we have virtues that are a part of us or do we simply possess values that we can change at will? Magic does not really play a role in the choices Harry has to make in the stories. Magic is there but Harry could use his magic and not have gone after the Sorcerers Stone. He, Ron, and Hermione could have easily stayed in their rooms that night and not worried about it. They were only children after all. They had a choice between doing what was right and what was easy, perhaps the most difficult type of decision there is to make. In the time of Jesus, there were also miracles. He turned water into wine. He made the lame walk. He cured leprosy and blindness. He fed the multitude from seven loaves and just a few fish. He performed, for lack of a better term, magic. Many people had seen His work and were following him but there were others who were not yet convinced. The Pharisees wanted still more signs from Him; they needed more proof before they could tattoo their souls and follow Him. The choice of following Him was one they, like us, must make on our own. And just as for the Pharisees, there will be no miracles and no magic to make the decision for us. Harry Potter has been much maligned by some. I believe this is undeserved and that there is much to be learned from reading about his antics. Getting children or even adults for that matter, to read is never a bad thing. Those who oppose Harry Potter seem to think our children are a little dimmer than the one's I know. The children I know are quite capable of reading about magic yet knowing there is no such thing. They will not strap Acme rockets on their skates, nor will they jump on a broomstick and think it will carry to the Quidditch match. They will, I think, learn much about life and choices from reading Harry Potter. At the end of General Krulak's speech, he challenges the audience to take a page from the Bible and to soar with the eagles. The prophet Isaiah says that those "who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint." (Isaiah 40:31) General Krulak then closes with a poem, The Eagle and the Wolf
There is a great battle that rages inside me. One side is a soaring eagle. Everything the eagle stands for is good and true and beautiful. It soars above the clouds. Even though it dips down into the valleys, it lays its eggs on the mountain tops. The other side of me is a howling wolf. And that raging, howling wolf represents the worst that is in me. He eats upon my downfalls and justifies himself by his presence in the pack. Who wins this great battle? The one I feed. The one I feed.
Which one will you feed? When your soul reaches heaven, what will be tattooed on it? What troubles us today is not J. K. Rowling's books about Harry Potter but rather a lack of tattoos...a lack of tattoos on our souls that read Integrity, and Moral Courage. ]]> http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000367 http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000367 Leadership Life Navy Religion Fri, 02 Jan 2009 10:49:41 -0600 But I'm Too Busy to Help Trinity is a volunteer organization. We have a few paid people, several who are underpaid, to take care of some of the work but there is not enough of them to go around. Our church is governed by the Session, sixteen volunteers. Our church work is done by the many committees. Our income is freely given by volunteers. The people in the chairs on Sunday morning are...volunteers. So the next time you are asked to do something for the church, remember, without your help, the work would not get done. I've meet very few people at Trinity who were not busy. Some have said they had the time but I knew they were just being polite. They may have been unemployed at the time or retired but they still had commitments to be fulfilled to others. And it always seems that the people who are the busiest are the ones who quickly agree to do more. I know they are the one's we keep going back to ask for help. I've wondered why the one's who do the most seem to be the one's who never say no and always get the job done. Last night I think I found the answer. While flipping through Bill Bennett's book, The Moral Compass, I ran across this poem. The author was not identified so I can only assume it was written by the prolific Anonymous, perhaps a volunteer. Read the poem and I think you will understand why we keep asking the same people to help. And please feel free to substitute woman, child, layperson, professional, gardener, or whatever you please. Trinity, perhaps more than most churches, realizes that we all have valuable contributions to make...as volunteers.
The Busy Man If you want to get a favor done By some obliging friend, And want a promise, safe and sure, On which you may depend, Don't go to him who always has Much leisure time to plan, But if you want your favor done, Just ask the busy man. The man with leisure never has A moment he can spare, He's always "putting off" until His friends are in despair. But he whose every waking hour Is crowded full of work Forgets the art of wasting time, He cannot stop to shirk So when you want a favor done, And want it right away, Go to the man who constantly Works twenty hours a day. He'll find a moment, sure, somewhere, That has no other use. And help you, while the idle man Is framing an excuse.div> William J. Bennett, The Moral Compass, Page 615. ]]> http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000366 http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000366 Leadership Life Religion Fri, 02 Jan 2009 10:41:34 -0600 Memories of 11 September 2001 We are at war. They have just attacked our center of commerce and our center of the military, this is war." Everyone on board the ship knew the same thing. We also knew that it was most likely one of the Middle Eastern terrorist groups behind the attacks. We made our way up to the wardroom to get our drinks and continue to watch the coverage. While there, the OOD (Officer of the Deck), came on the 1MC (the ship's PA system) and instructed all personnel to set THREATCON Bravo. A few minutes later another announcement was made to set THREATCON Charlie and all civilian personnel were directed to leave the ship immediately. Things were happening now. Weapons came out of the lockers, and boats were placed over the side of the ship to set up a perimeter. Then what we had all been expecting. The OOD came on the 1MC and said "Attention TRENTON, standby for the Commanding Officer". Then skipper came on. "TRENTON, this is the Captain. It has become obvious over the last few minutes that the World Trade Center in New York and the Pentagon have been attacked. There are also reports of other incidents in the country that have ye to be confirmed. I do not know where this will lead but I know that we are ready. We have been directed by LANTFLT to set THREATCON Delta. All Liberty is immediately cancelled. I hereby direct the ship to set condition modified Zebra and make preparations to get underway. The INSURV inspection has been cancelled and all INSURV inspectors are requested to depart at their earliest convenience. I do not know what lies ahead but I do know that we have a job to do. Focus on your job, do what you have trained to do, and do it safely. We are ready." We went to our staterooms to change from our coveralls and gather our equipment. While there another came over the 1MC. "TRENTON, this Combat. CIC (Combat Information Center) is manned and operational. Effectively immediately, secure all cellular telephone transmissions." A few minutes later we left the ship and what we saw was eerie. The .50 caliber guns onboard were manned and ready. Boats in the water were patrolling making sure nothing came close to the ships. Jersey walls were erected and rent-a-cop gate guards had been replaced by Sailors and Marines with M-16's shot guns, flak jackets, and helmets. Everyone not assigned to a ship or a Command was on their way off base. Civilians were at the front of the line, we were brining up the rear. We eventually made it back to our Quarters at Naval Amphibious Base Little Creek. Traffic was slow and the security getting onto NAB Little Creek was tough as well. The Navy had never been at THREATCON Delta before so some of the rules were being made up as we went. Delta is the highest threat condition possible and is indicative that a credible threat of immediate attack exists. Once we got to our quarters, there was little we could do other than watch the news. Although we were at Delta, we still felt safe. All civilians had been directed to leave the base which meant nothing was open. The Exchange, Commissary, gas station, and McDonald's were closed. There were a few Sailors who were running the mess hall but not enough to keep the Officer's mess open. We would all be tired of Galley food before we left. But that was insignificant to what I had seen on board the Trenton. The INSURV team was by far the oldest group of people on board. Most of the Sailors were in their late-teens or early-twenties. I did not see panic, I did not see uncertainty, I did not see blind rage. What I did see was tremendous courage and determination. These Sailors turned-to and did their jobs. We had that ship opened up for inspection and they immediately began to close the tanks and make her ready to sail. Their liberty had just been cancelled and they had just been told they couldn't use their cell phones. No one was going home that night and it would be hours before some of them could get word to their families. These were not trivial things but there was no complaining. Due to the high OPTEMPO (Operational Tempo) while at sea, when a ship is in port, the CO does his best to set up a nine to five (actually a seven to three thirty) work day so the Sailors can spend some time at home with family and friends. A large portion of this crew drove in to work on the morning of 11 September with the intent of being back home in a few hours. Some of them came in the family car leaving wives and children at home without transportation. These Sailors had just been told that they could not go home and that they could not use their cell phones. To make things worse, at THREATCON Delta their wives would not be allowed on base to get the family cars. Add to all of this anxiety the knowledge that you live in the largest concentration of Naval forces on the Eastern seaboard, certainly a valid target. Schools had even gone into lock-down mode out of fear of attack. I was proud that day. Proud to be a Sailor and proud to be a part of the world's finest fighting force. There was talk of turning some sand into glass but we knew it would not be that easy. The war we were now in was going to be long and difficult. I had no doubt that we were up for the fight but I did have doubts about the American public. A few days later we resumed the INSURV inspection with at-sea testing. To make things as easy as possible, we mustered at Little Creek and the Trenton sent vans to pick us up. We arrived at the ship around 0430 after passing through extraordinary security and an eerily quiet base. We boarded the ship and prepared to get underway. Boats were in the water patrolling the waterfront. Believe me, no one was the least little bit interested in getting too close to any US Navy ship that day. As we left the pier, the .50 calibers were manned, and once we left the bay, the CIWS (Close-In Weapons System) was loaded. There was no doubt that this was a warship ready for war. The sky was quiet. I have never heard less noise in the sky than on that day. There were a few contrails very high in the sky, but that was it. This was the first day that the airspace had been opened so there was little activity. We were able to get a Navy Lear jet to fly which allowed INSURV to do a "detect and engage" test with the CIWS. I stood on the port bridge wing and watched as the jet came in low and fast, a few feet over the Trenton, and the CIWS definitely did detect and did engage. Fortunately it had been safed so it wouldn't fire. We returned that night about 2330 to conditions much like we had left. There was heavy security, patrol craft at the piers, and even fewer ships at the piers because several had sortied during the day. Our work, save for the report, was done, but work of the Trenton was just beginning. During the days immediately following the 11th, patriotism ran high. Flags were seen everywhere. When we went places in uniform, people would always say something kind to us, a "God Bless You" or a smile. I knew they were all sincere but I couldn't help but wonder how long it would last. How long would it be until someone started to complain and started to be Monday morning quarterbacks. It didn't take long. First were those who wanted to turn this into a Holy War. They wanted it to be Christianity against Islam. This war was not and is not a war against the Muslims and Islam; it is a war against terrorists who do not appear to practice their own religion. America respects the Islamic religion and part of why we fight is to allow those who practice that religion to do so in freedom. We all would do well to learn about their religion, as a group they certainly know a lot about ours, not so we can become converts but so that we can have a better understanding of a large population of those who live on this Earth. Then some people jumped in the fray with their call for us to look at ourselves and find why we made these people do this to us. Excuse me? What WE did to make someone attack us like cowards? What did we do wrong? We did absolutely nothing wrong! The United States stands for freedom and individual rights. We stand for everybody being able to practice their own religion, for everyone to live in relative safety, for everyone to have the opportunity to better themselves, for everyone to pursue happiness. Perhaps it is time for them to re-read the Declaration of independence and the Constitution. Do people hate us? Absolutely! There are many who hate what we stand for. We are a threat to them, to their power. Some of them want our movies, our music, our cars, and our toys. And there are those who don't want them to have any of those things. Should we give up what we have to keep others from wanting it? There are also those in this world who are simply evil. Yes, that word that many have forgotten. Evil!strong> It is what happens when people develop without morals and without a sense of what is right and what is wrong. Some would even say that it is what happens when we take religion, prayer, and discipline out of schools and preach tolerance at the expense of standards. This is not to say that tolerance is not a good thing and should not be taught, but it must be taught with a basis in fundamental truths, truths that are self-evident. A society that is tolerant of everything soon becomes a society that merely has no standards, and will ultimately cease to be a country. I've heard about enough from the whiners about how bad the United States is. Some people have some very selective memories and are quick to forget all the good we have done. They seem to forget that when a nation is in need, we are the first they call. They are also dishonest, dishonest with themselves. They have benefited from the very things they now condemn. In fact the radical Islamists are most upset about the decay of morals in the West and how those morals are infiltrating their country. Need I point out who is primarily responsible for the decline in Western morality? Like most Americans, I have nothing to be ashamed of. I have a fairly comfortable life, a house that is not too bad, a really cool car, a loving family, the best friends in the world, a job that I enjoy and pays well (not that a raise would not be appreciated), and many opportunities to further my education and understanding. I have these things for some very simple reasons. First, I worked hard. While others were playing, I was studying. When some graduated from high school and went to work, I went to college. While some took the easy classes in college, I opted for the tough ones. While others merely did their jobs, I tried to do mine a little better than was expected. I was also blessed. Yes, I believe that I was given something to make me work a little harder than some. And of course all this was possible because I had parents who made sacrifices to make sure I got these opportunities. They made sure I lived in the best school districts, had the school supplies I needed, sent me to the college of my choice, and encouraged me in all that I did. I have nothing to be ashamed of other than those who are ashamed to be an American I must admit, I find those people to be insulting. They insult me and all the Sailors I know. They insult those who have died in this war and those who are yet to die. But the funny thing about it is that I will fight for their right to insult me. They will not go unchallenged; they will not be allowed to have their say without the rest of us having ours, but we will fight for their right to say what they will. Why? Because we are Americans and that is the way we do things. We, as Christians and Americans, do need to better understand Islam. It is the right thing to do but we must be careful that we do not turn this into an us against them war. This is not a war of Christians against Muslims; it is a war against terrorists who happen to claim the religion of Islam. It will be a long war and many good people will die before it is over. But we will win it. I do still worry at times. The left has taken hold of many of our nations institutions with the belief they are doing good. I come back to the words spoken by Benjamin Franklin at the conclusion of the Constitutional Convention when he was asked, "What have you wrought?" Franklin answered, "...a Republic, if you can keep it." I pray everyday that we can keep it. ]]> http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000365 http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000365 Leadership Military Politics Religion Fri, 02 Jan 2009 10:27:03 -0600 Interstates and Christmas 31 December 2001 It's hard to imagine life without Interstate highways. They allow us to get from place to place with ease, in relative safety, and save us some time in the process. I truly can not imagine travel without them. But they are lacking in something that the older two-lane US highways were not--character. The old roads had character, character given them by the towns they passed through and the billboards that lined them. I recall some of the happiest times of my childhood were in a car with my parents going to visit grandparents. As we traveled from Georgia, or North or South Carolina to Mississippi, we always took US Highway 78, a little two-lane highway that connected us to them. Highway 78 had character. It had the Jolly Joe's billboards about every half mile hawking their wares from hot coffee to pecan rolls. Fireworks, and T-shirts, the grand souvenirs were all to be had at Jolly Joe's, just fill in the blank miles ahead. How could anyone possibly live a complete life without a stop in their store somewhere in the middle of Nowhere, Alabama along US 78? I can never recall our stopping, so there obviously was a way to pass them by. But their signs, I loved the signs. Getting to see the country was also part of the trip. Unlike the manicured landscapes of the Interstate Highway system with the uniformly sloped banks, non-descript bridges, and cookie cutter guard rails, US 78 let you see it all, up close. The road made its way through small towns and forest; it seemed to go through places that time had forgotten. There were true roadside parks on the highway then too, places where you could stop and eat and play. Many a piece of the Colonel's finest chicken was eaten at one particular park on the side of US 78. I can't recall the precise location but it was a nice little park. There was a waterfall there that I always wanted to climb to the top of, and there were several picnic tables for us to spread our food on. The ice chest was always removed from the car with load soft drinks and ice and occasionally a desert prepared by my grandmother. The chicken was always warm, never hot, because it had been purchased a few miles up the road. It was torture being small and hungry and locked in a car with a bucket or barrel of chicken. Of course it was Original Recipe but it wasn't called that then--there was only one kind. Christmas trips were always the best. As we drove through the small towns we were able to see the stores decorated with their most popular items proudly displayed in the windows. Every light pole had a Christmas tree or Angel mounted on it. The streets were usually empty and clean for our travels were always at night or on a Sunday. And then there was Norman's. Norman's was a diner just off the highway in Bremen, Georgia. I don't know who Norman was but stopping at his diner for a meal was always a treat. If I recall correctly, my personal favorite was always a hamburger steak and a Pepsi. Yes, Pepsi, Norman's always had Pepsi. I'm not even sure if he sold Cokes at all. On one stop, our Pepsi's were a little flat and my mother remarked that they tasted like they had been left out on the railroad tracks that ran behind Norman's. I didn't really care because Pepsi's at Norman's always tasted great. We listened to the radio, AM radio on those trips. I don't know if FM stations were around or not because we only had an AM radio in the car. At night we listened to the clear channels, stations out of Atlanta and Nashville. My father always managed to find the Grand Ole Opry on those trips. I was never a big fan of the Opry but I sure did enjoy listening to it on those trips. The Opry commercials were almost much fun to listen to as the Jolly Joe's billboards were to read. On Christmas trips, the one's we had to make on Christmas Eve, were punctuated by the NORAD reports of reindeer and sleigh sightings. My sister and I almost broke the car windows trying to look out for Santa Claus. I knew we were special to always have Santa Claus come visit us first. I questioned why he didn't stop at the houses up north first but I was told he always came to see us early in the night. Upon arriving at our destination, we seldom went straight to bed. My grandparents would always wake up and sit around the kitchen table with us eating candy and talking. The house was always warm and the Christmas tree was always in the same place with lots of presents under it. The number of presents would always increase as soon as the car was unloaded, usually after I went to bed. Interstates certainly make it much easier to get to where you're going; but the journey is not quite the same as it used to be, seems character is missing. http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000364 http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000364 Fri, 02 Jan 2009 10:24:46 -0600 Just a Little More Time Just a little more, that's all we need, a little more time to do the job you elected us to do. We have been too busy fighting amongst ourselves to get any real work done on redistricting so someone took it court. But we really want to do it now. We really do! Let's push back the elections next year so we can have more time to work and we will do our jobs this time. Really. We will. Promise. So goes the argument seemingly proffered by Representative Bill Miles (D-21st District). He has pre-filed a bill that would push the elections further into 2002 than currently scheduled so that the legislature would have time to work out a redistricting plan. I say enough is enough. Our elected representatives have had plenty of time to work this out before now. The taxpayers even gave them more money to have a special session to work out a plan for Congressional redistricting and, once again, they let us down. The issue went to court and that decision, by a Democratic judge, is, as expected, now under appeal. And our beloved legislators want the good citizens of Mississippi to give them more time. I say the only thing we need to give them is a good swift kick in the pants, a kick right out of office and make room for some people who can make decisions. Let's see now, just how many decisions have our elected officials put off for one reason or another? Well, there was the issue of the state flag. Too much to loose on that one so lets spend tax dollars on an election for it. Let the people decide. Then there is the budget issue. The legislature continues to set unrealistic budgets with growth projections that no one believes, simply so they do not have to make the hard decisions of what to cut. And why are we suffering? Is it because there is less money coming in to the state? Why no, it is because the money coming in to the state, although more than in years past, is less than our fearless leaders projected and expected. They were too busy spending money that isn't here yet and when it didn't show, the taxpayers and state employees will have to suffer. They have their head buried so far in the sand they should be able to tell us if there is oil down there. Well, okay, they learned a lesson and it won't happen again, Right? Wrong! They've gone and done the same thing again. As a whole, the legislature is incapable of making a good decision. Remember the Mississippi governor election? The one before Florida? The election was too close to call so it went to the Legislature for a decision. As I recall, the vote could have gone two ways, our legislators could have voted with their districts and we would have had a Republican governor, or they could have voted along party lines and we could end up with the Democrat Musgrove. They had no trouble with this decision and overwhelmingly elected Musgrove. They were thinking they could work better with him than with a Republican. Wrong. Look at how they can't even get along with the person they elected as governor. Our legislators seem to not understand that they have been elected to make decisions for the betterment of the state, not necessarily for their careers. Not all decisions will be popular and they may be a price to pay for at re-election time for making them, but that is simply the price of being a public servant. Of course if they could take the time to communicate the reasons behind their decisions to the people of the state, then perhaps, just perhaps, they could make the decisions they need to make and still keep their jobs. But that takes effort, a lot of effort. And just when was the last time you heard from your representative? Just whose interest does the legislature have at heart? I don't know but it seems clear it is not the people of Mississippi. The best outcome we can have here is to clean house during the next election. But, unlike the legislature, I know the people of this state and am confident that the majority of them will be re-elected and we will continue to suffer under them. ]]> http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000363 http://www.robertgreen.org/weblog/archives/2008/12/28-week/#000363 Politics Fri, 02 Jan 2009 10:18:58 -0600