The U.S. Army Chaplain Corps officially has as one of its core values the following:
- Spirituality
- Accountability
- Compassion
- Religious Leadership
- Excellence
- Diversity
It is an acknowledgement that all soldiers and worldviews include some understanding of the sacred. Literally, sacred means “something set apart as holy, dedicated to a deity, or worthy of profound respect and reverence.”
We acknowledge that man is a spiritual being. He is not just material. He has a body, but he is not just a body. Were that so, “values” would be a nonsense category. Man is not just material. He is a body but simultaneously more than a body. He is also mind/soul/spirit.
When I reflect on my two-and-a-half decades of military service, I often discover that certain faces come to my mind’s eye. Oftentimes the faces are of men who embodied a quiet strength I respect and long to emulate. I think of a chaplain and friend of mine who is now retired and serving humbly in his local church. He seeks no fanfare. He longs only to finish his course well and meet the Lord face to face.
I think of a MSgt. Smith, an Air Force NCO with whom I served in Iraq. He helped me immeasurably in chapel services on a deployment in the desert for a year. He mentored men in Bible studies and became a brother in Christ to me those years ago.
I think of civilian pastors from different Christian denominations who came alongside me in Afghanistan and played music, preached, taught, and loved the people while we were there. They sang in completely different styles from my own tradition and yet I witnessed God grip people through gospel spirituals in a way I’ll never forget.
I think of my Christian brothers from Uganda and Kenya who’d come to my chapel very early on Sunday mornings and say, “Chaplain, Let us clean the chapel. We want to worship the Lord.”
“No, brothers; I’ve got it,” I’d protest.
They’d smile those big beautiful bright smiles and insist: “Chaplain, we are here to worship the Lord. Please let us clean. And we will worship the Lord together.”
For the next hour, we’d take plastic water bottles, poke holes in the top with our knives, squirt water on the plywood floor inside the chapel tent, then get on our hands and knees and wipe the floors with brown trifold paper towels, and wipe down the wooden benches.
I’d make coffee, and the brothers would bring more water and coffee that the soldiers had purchased for the chapel. And the brothers would sing songs to Christ in their beautiful Ugandan and Kenyan rhythms.
I’d preach, the congregation would sing, and we would pray.
And S.A.C.R.E.D. was manifested by the people from every tribe, tongue, nation, and language. It was beautiful. It was something you can’t forget once you’ve seen what Christ’s church is to be. One might go so far as to say it’s a foretaste of what’s to come, something set apart, something sacred.






