Tribute to CJ (yes, another one)

Context: Here we are in yet another week with no paycheck. I’m a soldier, an officer in the U.S. Army, sworn to defend the Constitution against all enemies . . . those foreign and domestic. We have both. In abundance.

Slice of Life: I drove home after work. I like few things quite as much as coming home, having CJ come out of the downstairs door, barefoot, greeting me. I wrap my arms around her waist, she turns her head, I smell her skin and kiss her, ask her how her day was, and I reach down to pet our dog, Lady(bug), a Cavalier King Charles, the other ‘lady’ in my life. (CJ somehow puts up with my love affair with dogs; I cannot imagine life without at least one [dog] at all times.)

Upon Entering: We walk upstairs. CJ has baked fresh homemade bread. The kitchen’s aromas fill the middle floor. I watch her. She’s labored all day–in the kitchen, with Lady (she groomed her), with laundry, with my schedule, with our son, with bill-paying, with all things . . . for us. She’s incessant.

Once again, she gave up her time outside in the sun. She loves to sit in the sun for a few moments each day. And I love her doing it. (She inherited the SGA pigmentation of the Creeks; she turns bronze or brown in just a few hours.) We chuckle. (I’m about as tanned as Macbeth after Duncan’s slaying.)

But Here’s the Deal: After she’d labored all day, she fed me fresh-baked bread, told me, “Go walk Lady; that’ll be good for you,” and then said, “Go read; that’s what you need.” And I did all of the above. I read my favorite writer; I walked Lady, I ‘piddled’ in the yard, etc.

Where would I be without her? She’s a better person. She labors, often thanklessly and invisibly. I wear a uniform, go to work with fellow soldiers, play a role, etc. But yet here she is–pressing on in with fidelity but without publicity. I just want to say to you, if you’re like my CJ, I thank God for you. You’re the better people. You matter. You make it all work. And I’m grateful for you.

Sometimes, Only a Song Will Do

Context: I was packing for Pennsylvania, headed out to minister to fellow soldiers. I am near my best here. I’m (forgive the poor grammar) studied up; I’m prepped; I’ve been ‘hunkered down’ in order to know my lane, my topics, and my vocation. I love it, I truly do.

It’s all connected–my times of study, where I have to close my door and read, study, memorize, recite, and pray. But when I emerge, I’m full: I’m ready to minister, to love, to speak in ways fellow soldiers track with.

My goal? Fruit. That’s biblical metaphorical language for evidence. To hear my brothers say, “Yes. That’s actionable, Chaplain; thanks!” But to then manifest their professions, to make their theology visible.

That’s the joy. One of them, anyway. One of the joys. I concede that I do love the study; it’s my favorite place. Give me the Book, the study, a thermos of coffee, proper light, and I’m good to go.

Question: But to go where? That’s the question? It’s not for me. It’s for others. Not for me only. And I remain beyond grateful for the opportunities I’ve been granted to minister.

To whom? Soldiers and civilians, both.

And now … a song: It’s “Ventura Highway” (1972) from America.

If you’re in love with words, this one’s a gem. Here you go:

Chewin’ on a piece of grass, walkin’ down the road
Tell me, how long you gonna stay here, Joe?
Some people say this town don’t look good in snow
You don’t care, I know

Ventura Highway in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger than moonshine
You’re gonna go, I know

Cause the free wind is blowin’ through your hair
And the days surround your daylight there
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air, in the air

Wishin’ on a falling star, waitin’ for the early train
Sorry boy, but I’ve been hit by a purple rain
Aw, come on Joe, you can always change your name
Thanks a lot son, just the same

Ventura Highway in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger than moonshine
You’re gonna go, I know

Cause the free wind is blowin’ through your hair
And the days surround your daylight there
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air, in the air

Why such a sentimental post? Well, I reconnected with a couple of super soldiers this evening, men who do and did things physically I could never do. But they’re not braggadocious. They’re being gripped by God and His Gospel. And I’ve been a tiny part of all that God is doing in their lives. And that’s better than any Ventura Highway, no matter how spectacular the temptation.

A Paean for CJ

FullSizeRenderIt was when I pulled out of the driveway that I knew. I knew I had to write it. Let me explain. She was sitting there with the dogs, watching me pull away to drive south again to Fort Benning for surgery this Thursday. I knew I had to write it. I can get it across on the page, things I don’t say as often or as well as I should—namely, that I am grateful for her, for her steadfastness, for her loyalty, for her feistiness, for her prayer life, for her deftness at organizing our lives, and on and on. I had to write it. To write what exactly? A paean to my wife who makes me better than I would otherwise be.

I learned an awful lot during my seminary years. And one of those lessons came by way of my favorite seminary professor. He was teaching us seminarians about personal discipleship. He was stressing that we could learn lots of theological precepts and still lose our marriages. Then he made this profound remark: “Don’t wait till Mother’s Day to realize if you have a Proverbs 31 wife.” Dr. Cutrer, my professor, could have ended class that moment. He was that gifted in teaching via example.

Proverbs 31:10-31 is perhaps the most obvious set of verses in Scripture where a godly wife is praised. King Lemuel uses synonymous parallelism in Hebrew poetry to make the point of how valuable a godly wife is. Here is just one example from verse 10: “An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels” (Proverbs 31:10, ESV). Pretty straightforward, right? An excellent wife, according to Scripture, is worth more than fine jewels, and this was written circa 1,000 B.C. in an ancient Near East context, so precious jewels perhaps sparkled more in people’s thinking than they might today.

But what made Dr. Cutrer’s lesson for us more poignant was that Jane, his precious wife, was in class with him. She was at his side, serving alongside him to show us seminarians what an enduring commitment looked like. In short, the precept was theological (that God created, ordained, and loves biblical marriage) but also fleshed out in real lives. Theology was not just to be cerebral but incarnational. And that is why I had to write today—not primarily about theology but about my wife. Following are three examples of why I felt compelled to share.

 Example one: I love to work outside in the yard. Where I’m from, folks call it “piddlin’.” It is a catchall phrase. In my case, it usually involves doing something in the soil. From my mom and my maternal grandfather, I inherited a love for the earth—the smell of soil, a love of colors in nature, of flora, of things growing, etc. Some guys like to peruse sports cars; I like to walk through the garden section at Lowe’s, if that gives you an idea.

When I was outside piddlin’, my wife, CJ, pressure-washed both of the decks on the back of our house. We live in the woods, and so spiders and carpenter bees and all sorts of other creatures like to try and stake a claim on the decks of the house. So while I was out in the yard, my wife had gone down to the basement, hauled up a pressure washer, and sprayed off two decks. I don’t know of many husbands who would have complained. This one didn’t. Score one for the Proverbs 31 wife.

Example two: I have a surgery this week at Fort Benning to reconstruct my right shoulder. I’ll be operated on here, and then return to my barracks room to rest and recuperate, and hopefully, return home for a few days of convalescence. No big deal, right? No need for my wife to drive three hours south. Yet when I told her that I was good, that I had a buddy down here who had promised to look after me if anything goes wrong, she got … well, feisty. “Are you kidding me?” she asked, not really wanting any reply I might have offered. “I’ll be there. You’re having major surgery. Do you really think I’m staying home? Good grief, Pirtle.” Yep, not the brightest husband moment. Score another one for the Proverbs 31 wife.

Example three: I was in a church recently where a teacher was teaching on a couple of verses from one of the New Testament epistles. As part of his lesson, he cross-referenced a passage from another letter but when he cross-referenced the second passage, he did not explain the context of the passage at all. The passage was about dietary laws, not about what he was trying to emphasize. And I was troubled because context is crucial. A fundamental rule of correct interpretation is to know, understand, and teach the correct context. Put bluntly, we are never to rip verses out of context. Anyway, I was troubled but I did not say anything until my wife and I were talking after lunch. I told her what had transpired and she asked me this: “Will you just commit to pray about it (talking to the teacher) this week?” She knows I don’t like conflict, but she was right. Not only should I have gone to the teacher, but I should also have been praying and prayerful as I did it. But I had not. My wife was right on both counts and I was wrong. Score another one for the Proverbs 31 wife.

When I pulled away today to drive back down, she was on the driveway with the dogs. She would undoubtedly go in when I pulled away, make sure the kids were okay, straighten something in the house, perhaps read the book she’s working on currently, prep for the coming week, and wait for me to call and tell her I had made it to Benning again.

I have made it here now and reflected some on how much better I am because of her, on how far I still have to go, on how humbling it is to be chastened and loved by one who loves and remains alongside me despite knowing my many weaknesses.

Her parents (my in-laws) I have grown to love and respect more with each passing year, and two of the greatest blessings they gave this world were daughters, both of whom love the Lord. They (my in-laws, sister-in-law, and wife) know, too, that Proverbs 31 is not just for Mother’s Day homilies. It’s for us stubborn, sinful husbands who don’t tell you enough that you are more precious than jewels.