Your Rivrdog went to church today. That's unusual for me, because while I generally accept, follow and definitely DEFEND Judeo-Christian principles, I am not a committed Christian, and rarely attend church.
My wife is more committed than I, and attends more regularly, here at Good Shepherd Community Church not far from Schloss Rivrdog. Her best galpal is also a member of that church, and sings in the choir there.
Last week, Roxanne asked me to attend services this weekend, and mentioned that it was the annual Patriotic Weekend, where veterans are honored, opening a week of celebrations of our Nation's Birthday.
So, I got up this morning, pressed a pair of Dockers and a shirt, got out a tie which matched my socks, strapped on a nice 9mm (Kel-Tec P11 if you are curious), put a tweed sports coat over all of it and we went to church for the 10:45 service.
The church is very new and impressive, huge and cavernous inside, like a cathedral. It must seat a congregation of over 1,000 easily, and has three worship services for the sabbath.
The church was festooned inside and out with our Flag, and as we took our seats, the audio/visual system was playing patriotic airs and photos of (mostly) young men and women were being flashed on the screens. As I focused on the screen, this recent photo of PFC Drew Holman was shown. Drew is a Stryker driver in the 25 ID Stryker Battalion, and is Roxanne's son:
He's doing final training for his second Iraq tour. His outfit will be the last combat outfit assigned to Iraq (under the current plan). He ships out (OpSec, can't tell you) soon. A few years ago he was cutting my lawn, trying hard to master the complexity of my Honda HR-214 lawn mower. Now he's driving a late-model assault vehicle.
Soon, a photo of Roxanne's nephew, ANOTHER Cavalry Scout, flashed up. Serious military family. ARMY family.
The service proceeded with fine martial music by their excellent Orchestra (heavy on brass, Sousa would have approved!), then by a solemn ceremony of "passing the flag", where past and present service members, in uniform, take flags and pass them to their grandchildren, and the grandchildren, some as young as 4 years, carry them to a uniformed Army S/Sgt, ramrod-straight in his WW2 Class A uniform, who built a flag circle on a dais from them. Very moving. I will try to get a video and link to it here.
Next, the service anthems of the five military branches were played, and veterans in the congregation were invited to stand while their service anthem was played. It appeared that a full third of the congregation were veterans.
Three Marines in full-dress then presented the colors in a proper military manner (VERY PROPER manner, the Detail Leader, a Drill Instructor, saw to that).
Then it was time for the sermon, which was delivered by Lt. General Jerry Boykin, USA, (Retired). You may remember GEN Boykin, and how he got shafted by the MSM. You can read about it here, here, or here. The General's church, Kingdom Warriors, has recently gotten started as a result of his decision to make war on the culture killers.
The General's testimony, and his message, was for ALL Christians to quit feeling sorry for themselves, pick themselves up, put their armor back on and get back into the battle against Satan. He later emphasized that he sees the splitting of the Christian Church into it's denominational factions as a fatal mistake, and he constantly calls for Christian unity. He is a very moving and persuasive speaker.
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UPDATE: 062909 2316 PDT: The audio of GEN Boykin's talk is up on the Good Shepherd website. You can download it there either as an internally-played file or as a podcast. The site has the date wrong, but it is titled correctly in the audio index.
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Now, to take away from here with you, my final thought: do you know that excellent feeling that you get when you are in the company of stalwarts who have your back? The company of brave souls you KNOW, in your heart, would fight to the last for you?
I've had that feeling twice recently. The first time was meeting the fine folks, serious marksmen and women all, at Boomershoot. The second was today, in church, in the company of many people who I fought alongside (so to speak, I did my fighting at 35,000 feet and above!) in the Vietnam War, and many who preceded me, and quite a few who have fought in later wars after mine.
That's a good feeling, but it comes with a premonition of dread: I have the definite feeling that I am going to have to fight once more for my Nation. After today, I know just what to say to myself when that day comes and I look at myself in the mirror:
"Get up off your face, get back into your armor, and get back into the battle."
Thank you, GEN Boykin, and especially I thank Randy, the Yacht Club Chaplain, who, in an earlier incarnation as a tough street cop, came to my aid during a bar fight I was trying to control near Scappoose, OR. He was probably the first to say those words to me.