Sunday, May 20, 2012

"We Are the World" by United Support of Artists for Africa (USA for Africa)

Embrace diversity. Serve others.

We love because he first loved us. (1 John 4:19. ESV.)

Friday, May 18, 2012

Bullying: Part Fifteen - Prepare for the Unthinkable, as Though it was Inevitable

Prepare for the unthinkable, as though it was inevitable.  - Tim McClung, Chief of Police, Perkins Township, Ohio

Awareness is good, but without skills and ability tied to that awareness, all you have is anxiety. - Tony Blauer, Extreme close-quarters combat trainer

What Do Peacekeepers Taste Like?

It is my opinion we must all fight the good fight against bullying/abuse (in all of its forms).  We must all be warriors (working to keep the peace) in this area.  But standing up for those who cannot (or will not) is not so easy (though on all fronts, not just police work) as this next narrative so adequately illustrates.

The department was all astir.  There was a lot of laughing and joking due to all the new officers, myself included, hitting the streets today for the first time.  After months of a seemingly endless amount of classes, paperwork, and lectures, we were finally done with the police academy and ready to join the ranks of our department.  All you could see were rows of cadets with huge smiles and polished badges.

As we sat in the briefing room, we could barely sit still as we anxiously waited our turn to be introduced and given our beat assignment or, for the layperson, our own portion of the city to "serve and protect".

It was then that He walked in.  A statue of a man - 6 foot 3 and 230 pounds of solid muscle.  He had black hair with highlights of gray and steely eyes that made you feel nervous even when he wasn't looking at you.  He had a reputation for being the biggest and the smartest officer to ever work our fair city.  He had been in the department for longer than anyone could remember and those years of service had made him into somewhat of a legend.

The new guys, or "rookies" as he called us, both respected and feared him.  When he spoke, even the most seasoned officers paid attention.  It was almost a privilege when one of the rookies got to be around when he would tell one of his police stories about the old days.  But we knew our place and never interrupted for fear of being shooed away.  He was respected and revered by all who knew him.

After my first year on the department, I still had never heard or saw him speak to any of the rookies for any length of time.  When he did speak to them, all he would say was, "So, you want to be a policeman do you, hero?  I'll tell you what, when you can tell me what they taste like then you can call yourself a real policeman."

This particular phrase I had heard dozens of times.  Me and my buddies all had bets about "what they taste like" actually referred to.  Some believed it referred to the taste of sweat after a long day's work.

Being on the department for a year, I thought I knew just about everyone and everything.  So one afternoon, I mustered up the courage and walked up to him.  When he looked down at me, I said, "You know, I think I've paid my dues.  I've been in plenty of fights, made dozens of arrests, and sweated my butt off just like everyone else.  So what does that little saying of yours mean anyway?"

With that, he merely stated, "Well, seeing as how you've said and done it all, you tell me what it means, hero."  When I had no answer, he shook his head and snickered, "rookies", and walked away.

The next evening was to be the worst to date.  The night started out slow, but as the evening wore on, the calls became more frequent and dangerous.  I made several small arrests and then had a real knock down drag out fight.  However, I was able to make the arrest without hurting the suspect or myself.  After that I was looking forward to just letting the shift wind down and getting home to my wife and daughter.

I had just glanced at my watch and it was 11:55, five more minutes and I would be on my way to the house.  I don't know if it was fatigue or just my imagination, but as I drove down one of the streets on my beat, I thought I saw my daughter standing on someone else's porch.  I looked again.  It wasn't her, but it was a child about my daughter's age, six or seven years old and dressed in an oversized shirt that hung to her feet.  She was clutching an old rag doll that looked older than me.

I immediately stopped my patrol car to see what she was doing alone outside her house at such an hour.  When I approached, there seemed to be a sigh of relief on her face.  I had to laugh to myself, thinking she sees the hero policeman come to save the day.  I knelt at her side and asked what she was doing outside.

"My mommy and daddy just had a really big fight and now mommy won't wake up," she said.

My mind was reeling.  Now what do I do?  I instantly called for backup and ran to the nearest window.  As I looked inside I saw a man standing over a lady with his hands covered in blood, her blood.  I kicked open the door, pushed the man aside and checked for a pulse, but I was unable to find one.  I immediately cuffed the man and began doing CPR on the lady.  It was then I heard a small voice from behind me.

"Mr. Policeman, please make my mommy wake up."

I continued to perform CPR until my backup and medics arrived.  But they said it was too late, she was dead.

I looked at the man, who said, "I don't know what happened.  She was yelling at me to stop drinking and to get a job, and I had just had enough.  I shoved her so she would leave me alone and she fell and hit her head."

As I walked the man out to the car in handcuffs, I again saw that little girl.  In the five minutes that had passed, I had gone from hero to monster.  Not only was I unable to wake up her mommy, but now I was taking her daddy away too.

Before I left the scene, I thought I would talk to the little girl.  To say what, I don't know.  Maybe just to tell her I was sorry about her mommy and daddy.  But when I approached, she turned away.  I knew it was useless, and that I would probably make it worse.

As I sat in the locker room at the station, I kept replaying the whole thing in my mind.  Maybe if I would have been faster or done something different, just maybe that little girl would still have her mother.  And even though it may sound selfish, I would still be the hero.

I felt a large hand on my shoulder, and I heard that all too familiar question: "Well, hero, what do they taste like?"

Before I could get mad or shout some sarcastic remark, I realized that all the pent up emotions had flooded to the surface, and there was a steady stream of tears rolling down my face.  It was at that moment that I realized the answer to his question: tears.

He started to walk away but then stopped.  "You know, there was nothing you could have done differently," he said.  "Sometimes you can do everything right and the outcome doesn't change.  You may not be the hero you once thought you were, but now you are a police officer."
. - Author unknown

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Operator, Get Me Jesus on the Line!

Give me information
Give me long distance
Long distance
Give me Heaven.

(2, 3, oh) Operator,
Give me Jesus
On the line
I'd like to speak to a friend of mine.

Oh, prayer is the number and
Faith is the exchange
Heaven is the street
And Jesus is his name
Give me Jesus on the line.

Tell me why,
Don't try to tell me
What number to call
My mother used this number
When I was very small
And every time she dialed it
She always got the call
Oh operator,
Please give me Jesus on the line.

Please hurry
Please connect me
With the Man
Don't worry about the money,
I will pay the charge
Just give me a private line
I'm calling from my heart
Give me Jesus on the line
Please give me Jesus on the line
Won't you Please give me Jesus on the line

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Top Ten Matt5verse6 Blog Posts

Top Ten! But Why?

The following is a list of the ten posts with the most traffic on this site. But what draws readers to these specific ones more than the others, I have no idea! Well, except for the guest posts!!! They are simply fantastic and that's all there is to it. :) As for the rest? Comments and suggestions are welcome. Thank you for your input!

1. Matt Chandler’s Pathology Report and a Call to Continued Prayer

2. Holy is the Lord God Almighty by Chris Tomlin

3. Wife Swap

4. For the Week

5. Give Them Jesus: Guest Post

6. Friday Featured Writer: Christie Weatherby

7. Movie Trailer for The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

8. Science and Faith Come Together

9. Whatever Does Not Proceed from Faith is Sin

10. Friday Featured Writer: Sue Dent

(Thanks again to ALL of my guest writers!)

Tuesday, May 08, 2012

Bullying: Part Fourteen - I Will Survive And Keep Going No Matter What

..."I will survive and keep going, no matter what."...  These are the kind of intrusive thoughts that we must program into our minds if we are to survive in combat.  (Grossman, Dave, Lt. Col. ON COMBAT. 2008. Warrior Science Publication. Pg.99.)

Actually, I would put, "God willing" at the beginning of that phrase (based on James 4:14).  So, "GOD WILLING, I WILL SURVIVE AND KEEP GOING, NO MATTER WHAT!"

Heroism is the brilliant triumph of the soul over the flesh.  - Henri Frédéric Amiel, From his journal

Only Six Out of 100,000 Will Kill

Millions of people bump against each other every day, many of them depressed, angry, hostile and full of hate, but only six out of 100,000 will kill.  Only four per thousand even attempt to inflict serious bodily harm and suffering (aggravated assault) in the average year.(Grossman, Dave, Lt. Col. ON COMBAT. 2008. Warrior Science Publication. Pg. 78)

It is my opinion bullies are difficult to understand.  But should we even try to comprehend their ways?  I think, yes...for a few reasons.  One being, when wrapped up in the ways of a bully it might feel like being trapped in a the web of a spider.  With words, actions, lies, and manipulation weaved in such complex ways it is seemingly impossible to escape before being devoured.  Catching the tricks helps a "target" have clarity to work the maze and eventually find a way out.

Today, dealing with a bully might be similar to engaging with an alcoholic or someone under the influence of drugs.  Their behavior is not what it would be if he/she was "sober".  A bully is "under the influence" of something else though like anger, fear, or a desire to be a tyrant dictator.

In the time of Jesus, managing a relationship with a bully may have been like that of one with a tax collector, Pharisees, and/or Sadducees.  Jesus did not turn a blind eye to them and their ways.  He called them on it.  Sure, He was perfect but does our imperfection mean we cannot fight for what is good and right?  I say, "No."  I feel each of us has an obligation and responsibility to battle against wickedness.

Impossible Assessment

So why is it so challenging for authorities and counselors to make accurate assessments sometimes?  Perhaps because it is impossible for them to have ALL the information, especially if the bully involved is dishonest and the case at hand falls into the "one person's word against the other" category.

Does being the "target" or underdog mean defeat!  I say, "SURVIVE! AND KEEP GOING, NO MATTER WHAT!"


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