
My homecoming is quite a journey. It's more than a plane ride. It's so twilight zone. One becomes accustomed to living in a completely different culture: sights, sounds, smells, weather, etc. Then in a matter of days it feels like you are time-warped back into Garrison and American life: people, familiar things, safety in one sense.
But there is a kind of clashing that goes on inside of us. The deployment is over, but not quite.
The widow of one our Fallen Paratroopers was here to visit with us. Together it brings those closer to a sense of closure with new clarity.
On a bus in Kuwait I sat next to a sharp NCO and we discussed the reasons why Soldiers engage in high risk activities especially after a deployment even though they receive numerous safety briefings, ad nauseum. He took a very common sense approach and had some valid points. I asked him what he thought of the human being's fallen nature, the spiritual and moral bend to do things that cross the line. That was one to ponder.
When Paratroopers return from deployment to the desert they are very very thirsty. It's almost as if they had nothing to drink for a whole a year! That is difficult to mitigate against.
I visited a Trooper in the hospital who met terra ferma from four stories without a parachute.
Last night I took my son out to hear his piano recital. The leaves are still falling off the trees in this part of North Carolina. The church landscape was beautiful. The colors continue to pop though many leaves were rustling at my feet.
Upon the conclusion of the recital the instructor praised the children for their musical accomplishments. And, then she said something like, "If music was just about playing the perfect notes, then we would all be robots."
We are not robots. God did not create us that way, and our lives will not always play perfect notes. Life is not perfect, and somehow there is beauty in that. There is beauty in seeing a child struggle to play the perfect notes even though sometimes they are off key. That goes for you and me too. The perfect notes are out there though.
Twilight zone and time warp is going on inside of me. Driving home from the recital, my son and I are listening to Christmas music on the radio. My favorite: Peanuts, "Christmas Time is Here" (Piano Instrumental).
The Christmas music, hitting all the perfect notes pointed me to a time in the future when there will no longer be the Fall(en) or the proclivity to go in that direction. It pointed me to the Advent of the Perfect One who has shown us the perfect way. The season to celebrate that joy will soon be upon us.






