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Specks and logs

It’s taken quite a few years to rest in the truth. Truth to me back in the day was thinking I was right. That I knew what I knew and that it was right and true.

I now know, I didn’t have a clue. That though I spent 4 years steeped in the church from 14 to about 18 plus years old , I had no clue and no truth. I still, at 51, haven’t fully arrived for sure.

I’m a police officer by trade, but I’m also a police officer by heart. Scripture calls us peace keepers. It’s because my heart seeks truth and of this world I find it not. Back then I was much more of the world. So what I knew to be true impacted my behavior, my thoughts, how I treated people, how I ran my household.

As husbands we are charged to be the head of our household.  This sounds authoritarian and like a position of power, but really it is more a position of responsibility.  That responsibility is to love my wife as Christ loves His Church.

When we talk about how Christ loves His Church, we go straight to, He died for His Church. He died for the sins of the world, which ultimately is life changing for all of us, but in reality He did much more.  He taught, He loved, He healed, He encouraged, He built people up, to name a few. These are all things that we are to do as a husband for our wife, and if this is the manner to which I was to love my wife, I did not.

I loved as the world loves, material, selfish, money, committed to everything, but that which I was responsible for, my wife, my boys, my family.

As a result, my family never came to Cherry Point North Carolina.

So I can point out specks in the eyes of others, but I need to deal with the log in my own eye first, and it was large and in charge: a log of solid oak.

Christ is not just our Savior, He is also our example.

Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” John 14:6


Marching orders…

There came a time I just couldn’t continue working in the admin office and had to get back to the reason I was there in the first place; become a military police officer. 

So I completed my training and then got my marching orders to my duty station: Cherry Point North Carolina. 

The plan, go ahead of my family and find a home, then move everyone to our new home. 

Sometimes things don’t always go as planned. 

God, Country, Corps

My memory is really pretty poor to be honest. I wish I remembered more than I do. 

We had, from what I remember, a pretty decent apartment, not to far from Lackland Air Force Base. 

San Antonio is rich with history and things to see and do. The Alamo and the river walk, amongst many other things. 

A father of two boys and a husband. 

My life’s experience nor the Marine Corps prepared me for this task. 

What I do remember are my short comings. Not being the father my boys deserved and not being the husband my wife deserved. 

I do remember this like it was yesterday. My wife asked me to stay home because she really wasn’t feeling well after an outpatient surgery. I did not, stating I had to go to work. I’m sure if my priorities were right I could have and should have stayed home. 

For my failure, I am sorry. My wife deserved better. 

God, Country, Corps is so very wrong. 

God, spouse, family, then everything falls behind from there. 

Husbands, love your wife like Christ loves His Church.  Ephesians 5:25

He died for His Church. 

Packed and stacked

So, imagine if you will. A 1982 blue mercury lynx 4 door. 

Inside this car is a new born. His two year old brother. Their mom, who just gave birth, and their crazy dad. 

Attached behind the car is a u haul enclosed trailer filled with every possession they have. 

Not the actual car, but an accurate representation. 

Not the actual trailer, but you get the idea. 

We traveled from Erie Pennsylvania to San Antonio Texas. 

By current Google maps distance, 1,552 miles. 

We were packed, stacked, and off into the unknown adventure called life. 

I was 21 years old. 

Step two…

So I’m out of boot camp, visiting home, getting married, then off to training. 

Step two in my new career as a Marine was going to my specialized training. During the sign up process a person takes an ASVAB test which lets you know your strengths and weaknesses. Basically what career field you would be best at, mine showed police officer. So after boot camp, I was off to Lackland Airforce Base, San Antonio Texas, which was where the military police training was held. 

Though I don’t remember all the details, the Marine detachment was voluntold to assist with loading hay onto trains that was bound for the east coast because of the drought. 

As things would have it, I got a double hernia from throwing hay bales. Kind of funny in a way, as I had done that as a kid because we had horses. 

God works in really mysterious ways, as during down time in training I worked in the administration office. So when I got injured and was going to be on light duty for an extended time, that’s where I ended up. 

I was able to go home on medical leave, which was the same time as my son’s due date. Isn’t God good!

Like I said, I don’t remember all the details, but I was able to secure the admin position for 1 year, which enabled my new family to move to San Antonio with me!

This second step was much bigger than expected!  


It was February 2nd, 1965. It was a cold and blustery day in Erie Pennsylvania, so says my mom and weather underground. Both temperature and wind in the teens. 

So comes the day of my birth. 

My dad worked for General Electric and my mom stayed at home. I don’t remember the house I lived in when I was born, but I do remember the home I grew up in!

It was a home that was 200 years old and was cut in two in order to be moved to a new location and foundation.  Really pretty amazing and cool. 

I had a small bedroom overlooking the front porch. The house was set back off the dirt road about 40 yards on a 5 acre lot not far from a creek. My little heaven on earth as we were totally surrounded by woods for what seemed like miles. 

My dad was quite handy, except for plumbing, and I never remember hearing my parents argue.  

He actually built a barn!  We had horses and a nice garden. 

I had the privilege of growing up with my grandparents from my moms side. I have very fond memories of them and the time we spent together. 

One of which, I would go up to their room after school and have cheese and crackers with them. I also remember getting my back scratched on occasion!  

I’m not exactly sure when we moved there, but we stayed up to the time I was 16 years old. 

It was a wonderful place to grow up!  


My hair is short. Number 2 guard short. I shave almost everyday, maybe skipping the weekends, much to my bride’s dismay. She likes a smooth face! (Types with a smile)
I wear a uniform 5 out of the 7 days a week and usually barn/work type clothes the rest.  

I have some nicer clothes, but nothing really dressy. Not that I wear and really need a mirror for. 

The mirror is for when I cut my hair and so I don’t cut my face when I shave. 

This is what I think of when I hear the word reflections. What do I see but more importantly, who do I see?

Who do I see? 

As I reflect back upon my life, I find myself focusing on the negative part of me. Why I wonder?  

The past of my life is not all negative by a long shot. Thinking past, and outside of myself, this isn’t even fair to those I have shared life with!

It’s interesting what we can see in our reflection sometimes. It isn’t always what it appears to be. 

I am grateful for this opportunity.