Monday, May 21, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Just be there!
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside. "Your son is here," she said to the old man. She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.
Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her, "Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this Gentleman's Name? "
The nurse with tears in her eyes answered, "Mr. William Grey........."
The next time someone needs you ... just be there.
Major Glad Ljungholm
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.
Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her, "Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this Gentleman's Name? "
The nurse with tears in her eyes answered, "Mr. William Grey........."
The next time someone needs you ... just be there.
Major Glad Ljungholm
Friday, May 11, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Why I am a Salvation Army officer
Recently theRubicon sent out a general call to officers on our mailing list asking them to tell us why they are Salvation Army clergy. The responses were pithy, profound, provocative and, in some cases, troubling.
Captain, male, USA: I am a Salvation Army officer because God has called me and placed within my heart a burning passion for the lost. My heart was enticed by what once was and what will be again. I long for the day when the blood and fire are proclaimed with power and conviction. When the sword of the Lord is loved and feared and strikes a devastating blow to the enemy.
When the giant is awakened and the salvation of the world is at the heart of every decision. When the Holiness of God is revealed throughout the ranks of The Army. When all boasting is not in brick and mortar, but in the finished work of Jesus. When all confidence is in Christ and the power of His resurrection. When all chains are broken, captives are freed, hungry are fed, the favor of the Lord is declared, lost are found and that glorious day Christ returns.
Captain, male, USA: I am a Salvation Army officer because God has called me and placed within my heart a burning passion for the lost. My heart was enticed by what once was and what will be again. I long for the day when the blood and fire are proclaimed with power and conviction. When the sword of the Lord is loved and feared and strikes a devastating blow to the enemy.
When the giant is awakened and the salvation of the world is at the heart of every decision. When the Holiness of God is revealed throughout the ranks of The Army. When all boasting is not in brick and mortar, but in the finished work of Jesus. When all confidence is in Christ and the power of His resurrection. When all chains are broken, captives are freed, hungry are fed, the favor of the Lord is declared, lost are found and that glorious day Christ returns.
Until that day, it is my prayer that I will be
found faithful and that everything in this temple shouts His Glory. (Psalm
29:2)
Major, male, Australia: When I was a teenager in the then-small country corps of
Gosford on the Central Coast of NSW, Captain Hughie Macintosh was the corps
officer. Hughie was a larger than life, charismatic officer, who encouraged me
personally in ‘my calling’ to one day be an officer, if it was God’s will for
me!
When discussing this with him and asking him
how he knew whether officership is what God wants of me, I never forgot his
answer: “Keith, if you can be anything else in life, other than being an
officer, do it!”
Phew, what a relief. I was studying at graphic
arts college at the time, so I knew there were many things that I could do for
God in the corps and in the community other than officership. I was Junior
Soldier Sgt, a songster, bandsman and also did a four-hour Friday night hotel
run each week with Hughie, and I enjoyed it all!
I eventually figured out that Hughie’s cryptic
answer regarding officership centered on the very fact that unless we agree
with God on where we spend our working life, we cannot be fully fulfilled in
God’s walk for us, in any of the other things we can do. Not because those are
bad choices in themselves, just because they’re not the right choices for us.
Later, I started going out with an old
officers’-kid friend and discovered that officership for her too had also been
something that she had seriously contemplated but had put it off for a time.
When it was obvious that our friendship was leading to marriage, we talked
about becoming officers together, and it wasn’t a hard decision to make. We
both felt that God had led us together and that we would get married, and go to
college the following year.
That’s what we did. Ruth and I have now been
married over 35 years and that was the beginning of a very long story, too long
to add here today! Only to say, I’ve never regretted becoming a Salvation Army
officer and since I was around 20 years old, that has been what I have always
wanted to do!
So, if anyone is reading this today and wants
to know if they should be an officer too, let me say on Hughie’s behalf, as he
has gone onto Glory before us, “If you can be anything else in life, other than
being an officer, do it!”
Lieutenant, male, Norway: For me it is a calling. I don’t really know how to explain it.
Some 15 years ago I made a wrong turn (thankfully, the Lord made it good in the
end, as he very often does) and had to resign from officership. All these 15
years, it was like having an out-of-body experience. Don’t get me wrong, there
was ministry and lots of good staff, but something was missing. And it is not a
pay-check, since as a lay person I was making much more money then officers do.
I was searching for the meaning of this
out-of-body experience, and the closest I’ve found so far is what Jeremiah
says: “Then I said, I will not make mention of him, nor speak any more in his
name. But his word was in mine heart as a burning fire shut up in my bones, and
I was weary with forbearing, and I could not stay”. (Jer.20:9)
What was missing was a sense of purpose, I
guess. I was not who I was meant to be. Not that I believe in predetermination,
but I do believe in destiny. Being an officer with all that it brings (the
uniforms, hierarchy, moving from place to place, unlimited working hours in
mentally and physically difficult environments, etc.) was and is for me, it is me.
Colonel, female, Canada: When I was 15, struggling with the fact that I was a foster
child, a crisis happened. I hated being in this situation and was very angry,
rebelling somewhat at school and certainly giving my parents a difficult time
(skipping school, mixing with the wrong crowd, etc). I guess I was living two
lives: one at the corps, involved in a lot of things, and the other at school and
home.
That year, my mother fell very ill that year
and the doctor said we would just have to wait and see what would happen. It is
difficult to explain, but when I returned home from school one afternoon, no
one but my mother was there and she was sleeping. I walked into our living room
and an overwhelming sense came over me. I knew it was God showing me my two
sides and helping me to question everything. One was the fact that there were
three of us who had been brought up together as brothers and sister since we
were babies in the same home. What would happen if she died or couldn’t keep
us? We could be separated.
The second thing that was before me was the
Army. I loved all that I was involved in and had a wonderful Sunday School
teacher who visited our home. If we went to another home, I would not likely
have the same opportunity.
It was then, in the privacy of the room, that I
knelt before the Lord, thanking Him for the home I had and giving my life over
to Him and praying that she would get better.
She did, but about a month after that I attended
a Youth Councils and there was a call for officership. Being a shy person, this
had never entered my mind, nor did it at that moment. About 10 minutes into the
prayer meeting, again this overwhelming sense of a power spoke to me in silence
and the tears began to stream down my face. I knew I had to go forward and
offer myself. I did and once again felt a wonderful peace, along with “How can
this be?”
After 48 years, I am awed at God’s presence, at
the opportunities to serve, sometimes in ways that I thought impossible or
found difficult - but He is the equipper and it is his spirit I represent. I am
very proud to be a Salvation Army Officer and thank God to this day for placing
me in a foster home of a mother who faithfully served Him and who led my father
to the Lord when he was 84.
Major, male, USA: I am an officer because God has called me. It was a clear call
that both my wife and I received. We were both involved in the corps life, God
had placed us in the Army before the call and it was to the Army mission that
we are called. We love our Lord, people and we love the mission. All three of
these are the perfect opportunity for ministry to those who so desperately need
to experience the love of Christ. The longer I am an officer the more I am
convinced that others who God has called should also join the ranks. The war
against sin, evil, injustice and oppression is ominous and the opportunity is
ours to attack in mercy and love. To win the world for Christ under the shadow
of the red, yellow and blue is my command, and I will not retreat until either
He returns or the last breath of air has left my body.
Major, female, USA: I became a Salvation Army officer because, particularly through
young eyes, officership appeared to blend a commitment to social work with a
commitment to Jesus. I remain a Salvation Army officer because I lack the
courage to leave - well, that may not be quite accurate, because it has taken
perhaps even more courage for me to remain. Had single spouse
officership been
an option in our territory, I probably would not be an active officer today,
although the road of “what if” is a treacherous one to walk. Do I have a viable
ministry? Absolutely. Do I render effective service to my community and to the
Army? Yes. I’ve made my peace with my own heart and serve Jesus the best I can,
and so, for now, I remain a disciple of Jesus, serving within the Salvation
Army.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
You are not allowed to curse them (with word or finger)
I will uphold Christian integrity in every area of my life, allowing nothing in thought, word or deed that is unworthy, unclean, untrue, profane, dishonest or immoral.
In other words, I not only promise to not speak or act in an immoral or impure way, I promise not to even think bad thoughts!
The Soldier’s Covenant is a statement of sacred promises; it is a covenant with God. The Bible makes it abundantly clear that covenant is of the utmost importance to God. So, how can any human being possibly sign a document promising the all-knowing God that they will allow nothing in thought that is unclean, immoral or unworthy? This statement isn’t prefaced by “I will try my very best” or “As far as I am able.” There are no out clauses. Salvation Army soldiers around the world and throughout the years have covenanted to God that all their actions, alltheir words and all their thoughts would be pure and righteous.
Is it possible to keep such a promise? Suppose that someone cuts you off in traffic and nearly causes an accident. Not only are you not allowed to curse them (with word or finger), you can’t even think a disparaging thought about them. How about when a beautiful guy or girl walks by and your eyes linger a bit too long? Once again you’ve broken a sacred covenant with God.
On the other hand, maybe this all sounds familiar:
“You have heard that it was said to the people long ago, ‘You shall not murder, and anyone who murders will be subject to judgment.’ But I tell you that anyone who is angry with a brother or sister will be subject to judgment … ” (Matthew 5:21-22). Or, “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall not commit adultery.’ But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart” (Matthew 5:27-28).
This is just a small excerpt from the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus’ most famous collection of teachings. As with the above, the Sermon on the Mount is overflowing with instructions that seem impossible to fulfil, culminating at the end of Matthew 5 with the challenge, “Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect” (v 48).
Rob Perry is the ministry co-ordinator at Toronto’s Corps 614.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
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