One of my students, a vet from the war in Iraq wrote this in one of his responses. I thought it was absolutely terrific, and asked his permission to put it on my blog:
by Nathan Wagar:
Our first Iraqi interpreter was captured, butchered and hung from a light pole in the middle of the city. He was replaced with an old man, and that old man became the bane of my existence for several months. He was lazy, always tired, always complaining, and out of breath after the most menial of tasks. One time he actually just laid down on the steps going into the vehicle, on his back, and started snoring. This is while we are out on mission in the middle of the city, mind you. I personally loathed this man, in fact we all did, and we were trying to figure out a way to get him replaced.
“Did you receive him?” he asked. I wasn't sure how to respond. “The blessed one, did you receive him?” he asked again. Confusion slowly dawned into realization, and then shock.
“You know, they are probably going to try to kill you” I said as I looked around and noticed the murmuring soldiers crowding closer.
“I have served him in this land for sixty years. I will not deny him for a day.”
This summer is one of the only times I have been without either family or close, close, friends at the seminary. I was anxious, because I never like to be alone, even for a few hours. I thought maybe this would be a good time to become so close to the Trinity, Jesus, Mary and Joseph, my guardian angel, and my favorite saints that I would be okay. So far so good. Besides, I am finding that I am less in hyper-mind, and hyper emotions without those I love to talk to most. Talking to the Trinity, JMJ, and the angels is less manic! Smile!