<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650</id><updated>2012-01-29T01:57:39.068-05:00</updated><category term='Unity'/><category term='Interesting'/><category term='Commander'/><category term='Fear'/><category term='Loss'/><category term='Encouragement'/><category term='Soldiers'/><category term='Ministry'/><category term='Rest'/><category term='Preparation'/><title type='text'>Firefighter Chaplain's Forum</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts on firefighting, chaplaincy, counseling, and the Bible from a Christian worldview.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-1346520701159278302</id><published>2012-01-29T01:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T01:57:39.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post</title><content type='html'>Being a fire service chaplain has been rewarding and heartbreaking. Maybe someday circumstances will change and I'll pick it up again. For now, so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-1346520701159278302?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1346520701159278302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1346520701159278302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-post.html' title='Last Post'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-7613193209888094610</id><published>2011-10-03T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T16:10:45.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NFFF Memorial Weekend Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0" height="412" id="flashObj" width="486"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=54304594001&amp;playerID=30317508001&amp;playerKey=AQ%2E%2E,AAAABvaL9Hk%2E,mLC66bU8hPPEixOfY5Pc8DGh7QP3dFX0&amp;domain=embed&amp;dynamicStreaming=true" /&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com" /&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=54304594001&amp;playerID=30317508001&amp;playerKey=AQ%2E%2E,AAAABvaL9Hk%2E,mLC66bU8hPPEixOfY5Pc8DGh7QP3dFX0&amp;domain=embed&amp;dynamicStreaming=true" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="486" height="412" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" swLiveConnect="true" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch a live stream of the NFFF Memorial Weekend right here:&lt;br /&gt;Candlelight Service: Saturday, October 15, 6:15 PM&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Service: Sunday, October 16, 9:30 AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-7613193209888094610?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/7613193209888094610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/7613193209888094610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2011/10/nfff-memorial-weekend-video.html' title='NFFF Memorial Weekend Video'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-3172629998957753237</id><published>2011-06-22T06:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T07:22:00.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><title type='text'>He Didn't Make It</title><content type='html'>What do you say to someone that died trying to save you? I was deeply saddened to hear a story of a dad that drowned while saving his three year-old son. What would that boy say to his dad? How would he feel about his dad? How would he live his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="flashObj" width="320" height="240" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=970395991001&amp;amp;linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wwmt.com%2Farticles%2Fyear-1391635-rescuing-mich.html&amp;amp;playerID=23179048001&amp;amp;playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAADpx-JM~,7LYcb4Awwz9XL9sK2lbqoyUZfFQxF9FA&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;dynamicStreaming=true"&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com"&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=970395991001&amp;amp;linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wwmt.com%2Farticles%2Fyear-1391635-rescuing-mich.html&amp;amp;playerID=23179048001&amp;amp;playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAADpx-JM~,7LYcb4Awwz9XL9sK2lbqoyUZfFQxF9FA&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;dynamicStreaming=true" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="320" height="240" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us," (Romans 5:8). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-3172629998957753237?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/3172629998957753237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/3172629998957753237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2011/06/he-didnt-make-it.html' title='He Didn&apos;t Make It'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-3318023022008546162</id><published>2011-06-19T07:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T07:56:00.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Bad Santa</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been given a gift you didn't want? Maybe it was an ugly shirt, a book you'll never read, or a Christmas gift you can't return because you have no receipt and you have no idea where it came from. I was reading in Romans 5:15-17 and noticed the word "gift" was mentioned five times. The apostle Paul was writing about the gracious gift of forgiveness and salvation Jesus Christ offers and contrasting it with the gift of a sinful nature given to all humanity thanks be to Adam (the first man). I got unnerved thinking about being given a gift I didn't want and can't give back. I thought, that's "bad santa." On the flip side, I'm glad I took God's gift and even happier He won't take it back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-3318023022008546162?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/3318023022008546162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/3318023022008546162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2011/06/bad-santa.html' title='Bad Santa'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-8221946140870140897</id><published>2011-04-15T09:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T06:54:41.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>Grieving</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.25in"&gt;“What soap is to the body, laughter is to the soul,” (Yiddish Proverb). "A merry heart does good like a medicine," (Proverbs 17:22). “Laughter is a loud smile,” (author unknown). The point is, laughter feels good and it helps us do our job. I’ll go ahead and confess, I’ve been known to deface a magazine with random mustaches and crack jokes about “poo.” If you’re a witness to my sophomoric sense of humor, I am both sorry and glad because you probably laughed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.25in"&gt;Laughter helps us connect with each other. It mends a broken spirit; however, there comes a point when laughter has done all that it can do to remedy the circumstance. Usually this happens when we’re all alone. It’s at this time when we come face to face with how we hurt. Our culture says to suck “it” up and push it down—stay busy and don’t think about it—especially for men and even more so for firefighters, cops, medics, etc! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;I want to challenge that notion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; Allow yourselves the opportunity &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; grieve. Likewise, &lt;u&gt;after a time&lt;/u&gt;, allow yourself the freedom &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;from&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; grief. Grieving is a process with health being the end result. It’s our body’s way of helping itself. Don’t be a hater! Love yourself by letting your body do its thing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.25in"&gt;We have, or will soon, experience grief that doesn’t make sense (i.e. crimes against humanity, a successful fire-rescue, etc). Maybe the person survived a horrific scene and yet we still get all mentally mixed up? It doesn’t make sense right? After all, the person lived! Well, the grief is perfectly normal. Our bodies have a natural ability to empathize with other’s experiences; in fact, there’s a neurological basis for it (our brains actively “feel” other’s pain). To say we’re unaffected is simply not possible. Don’t be surprised if you feel overwhelmed after a scene that “ended well.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.25in"&gt;The best things we can do for our career-longevity is to understand, prepare for, and recuperate from the incidents we run on. Think about this holistically (all encompassing). Essentially, we need to be just as prepared for the mental aspects of the job as the mechanical. More on this to come…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.25in"&gt;I take comfort in Scripture (&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Cambria;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Hear the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in the words found in Isaiah 41:10, “Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For anyone currently struggling, I offer this prayer and video:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear LORD, console us in our hour of grief, meet us where we are, and make us laugh. May your strength and love dwell within our hearts and give us peace and courage to do all things needful in the days to come. Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uHdcyue0bSw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-8221946140870140897?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHdcyue0bSw' title='Grieving'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/8221946140870140897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/8221946140870140897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2011/04/grieving.html' title='Grieving'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uHdcyue0bSw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-5160268450782112197</id><published>2011-03-15T23:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:58:46.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Moses</title><content type='html'>Wow, you can't help but be awe struck at the devastation the tsunami has had on Japan. After hearing the story of how a little baby girl (4 months old) was swept away from her parents arms and somehow survived in a pile of wreckage invoked thankfulness and wonder about what God has in store for this little child. It reminded me of Moses, being put into a basket and floated down the Nile river because his mother could not bear the thought of allowing him to be killed like all the other Hebrew babies (Exodus 2:3). Moses had such an impact on the world...even to this day; he should have died but he didn't. God used him to do mighty things and change the world. I wonder what God has in store for this little girl?&lt;div&gt;Click on "lil Moses" to read more about this miracle child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-5160268450782112197?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.yahoo.com/s/time/20110315/wl_time/httpnewsfeedtimecom20110315miraclesinjapanfourmontholdbaby70yearoldwomanfoundalivexidrssfullworldyahoo' title='Lil Moses'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/5160268450782112197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/5160268450782112197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2011/03/lil-moses.html' title='Lil Moses'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-1901343725687939938</id><published>2011-03-09T23:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T23:54:42.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Kids Pass</title><content type='html'>Ask any firefighter and they'll tell you, it's hard to swallow when a child dies. While getting a morning dose of coffee and news, I saw a report of 7 children die in a Pennsylvania house fire. As the story progressed, I flashed back to the children that have died on my shift and my own kids. I couldn't help feeling sad for the mom, dad, and one surviving child. My heart and prayers go out to them tonight and to include the firefighters that I'm certain worked their tails off trying to make rescues. I pray those kids are in God's arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-1901343725687939938?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cnn.com/2011/US/03/09/pennsylvania.fire/index.html' title='When Kids Pass'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1901343725687939938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1901343725687939938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-kids-pass.html' title='When Kids Pass'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-2703159427647684555</id><published>2010-12-24T23:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T23:53:17.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><title type='text'>Mayday</title><content type='html'>The recent &lt;a href="http://www.firehouse.com/news/line-duty-deaths/two-chicago-firefighters-killed-blaze"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;tragic death of two of Chicago's bravest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is a solomn reminder of the dangers faced in the fire service. You are not forgotten. Click "Mayday" above to listen to the radio traffic. Never forget to call upon the Lord in time of need. Prayers go out to &lt;a href="http://www.cityofchicago.org/city/en/depts/cfd.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chicago Fire Department&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the familys and friends mourning during this holiday season. May you place your hope in the Lord and eagerly wait to meet your loved ones on the day of resurrection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-2703159427647684555?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://alertpage1.posterous.com/chicagoil-building-collapse-and-mayday-1744-7' title='Mayday'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/2703159427647684555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/2703159427647684555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2010/12/mayday.html' title='Mayday'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-5967052449039996525</id><published>2010-12-13T23:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:13:24.203-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparation'/><title type='text'>Career Survival Seminar</title><content type='html'>Press on fellas; press on. I'm talking about the guys from &lt;a href="http://www.2therescue.webs.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2 The Rescue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;that travel and teach about firefighter career survival. In the areas of stress management and "fire family" research, there is not much to go on. There's a few books out there (i.e. &lt;a href="http://www.ellenkirschman.com/_i_love_a_fire_fighter__what_the_family_needs_to_know__reader_reviews_35956.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love a firefighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefiremanswife.com/book.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Firemans Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, etc) but not much by way of empirical research (hard facts). I found this out firsthand when trying to write a term paper (and now a thesis) on "Work related stress of firefighters and the conflict it causes in families." I did a worldwide search and produced three scholarly articles (and one was about rural Austrailian firefighters!). I sat through a seminar tonight on this topic. Although it did not have research to back up ALL of the information presented, it still spoke truth. I believe the research will catch up to what these guys are teaching--they're ahead of the game so to speak. There is much work to be done in the area of the firefighter work-family-conflict. Way to go &lt;a href="http://http//2therescue.webs.com/careersurvival.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2-The-Rescue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for wading in uncharted territory. The work you're doing is not in vain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-5967052449039996525?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/5967052449039996525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/5967052449039996525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2010/12/career-survival-seminar.html' title='Career Survival Seminar'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-6215364102387949935</id><published>2010-11-30T21:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:25:13.111-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>On the spot</title><content type='html'>Just one day after thinking, "Why do I volunteer to be a firefighter chaplain?" I was pleasantly reminded. I was on the scene of a vehicle crash, in the median of a highway, helping backboard a patient. The woman was told by a firefighter that we have a chaplain available. She asked, "Where is he?" I smiled because I was right next to her. She asked if I could pray for her...not later...right now. My religious upbringing taught me that praying was meant to be quiet and alone or in a big group before dinner--not in public or on-the-spot; however, this was game time so I gave it a go. In front of all the paramedics, firefighters, and police, I placed my hand on her forehead and said, "I pray peace over you in the name of our Lord and Savior. Amen." I figured peace was the most immediate need this woman had and this one had to be quick and to the point. I think I'll do that again sometime...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-6215364102387949935?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/6215364102387949935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/6215364102387949935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-spot.html' title='On the spot'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-5355552634395570944</id><published>2010-03-26T10:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:39:43.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm inspired to write after reflecting on the importance of words. As Professor Mike Wittmer says, "Words matter."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imagine being a firefighter. You drive a fire engine with other firefighters. You arrive on the scene of a car accident. The cars are mangled; pieces of plastic and metal are thrown all over the road. You wonder if anyone is alive. People stare. Some are angry and impatient. The scene is an inconvenience—and you just blocked the road!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There's traumatic images--ones you never forget. You find multiple patients. Transport is based on “survivability.” One has perished. One car stops. A man runs towards you. He’s sobbing. He knows the car; he knows the clothes; he knows that his child is dead. What do you say?&lt;/p&gt;In this instance, I fumbled my words. I did not know what to say. So I hugged him and prayed "God help." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes there are no words to say; when there are, choose carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-5355552634395570944?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mikewittmer.wordpress.com/2010/03/25/words-matter/' title='Words'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/5355552634395570944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/5355552634395570944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2010/03/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-4641860505794836413</id><published>2009-12-29T01:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:12:49.950-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparation'/><title type='text'>Superman</title><content type='html'>Over the past year, many changes have taken place. I have been consumed with daily challenges that have required more energy than I thought was humanly possible. My wife sometimes says that I think I'm Superman. "I don't need you to be Superman," she says. I'm over ambitious, passionate about achieving results, and relish in a job well done. The problem comes when I take on too many causes. Superman could hear the cries of countless people; however, he could only chose one problem at a time. Did Superman ever take a nap or take a day off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has taught me that no matter how super I think I can be, I cannot forget to take care of myself. Helping professions predispose us to help others at our own expense. It's easy to hear the cries of countless people and forget to rest. It is no secret, firefighters, police, and medics are sleep deprived, juggling numerous responsibilities, and faced with challenges that are life altering day in and day out. You could say that "burn-out" is our kryptonite. It's time for each of us to take a minute, examine our lives, and ensure we are taking care of ourselves. After all, Superman is fake and we have a job to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/noumlm3OONo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/noumlm3OONo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-4641860505794836413?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/4641860505794836413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/4641860505794836413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2009/12/superman.html' title='Superman'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-8023770072930357406</id><published>2009-05-22T12:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:29:11.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>Strength &amp; Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntsh4Ln6Jig&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntsh4Ln6Jig&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find that life is taking you on a terrifying ride, stick it out; soon you'll realize the ride is over. I love the way the lady in this video is laughing. I'm not sure what she's laughing about--exactly, but I have to guess she thinks it's funny how the boy is screaming out. She knows the ride is just about over and he's going to be fine; in fact, he will be a bit more courageous if he steps on the ride again someday. Maybe he'll be the one who's laughing next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is similar in this manner; He's right there with us when we're scared out of our pants. He's probably not laughing but He knows that as long as we are in his midst, we will be all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the words of the book of Joshua, chapter 1, verses 7-9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Be strong and very courageous. Be careful to obey all the law my servant Moses gave you; do not turn from it to the right or to the left, that you may be successful wherever you go. Do not let this Book of the Law depart from your mouth; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Then you will be prosperous and successful. Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD our God will be with you wherever you go." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice there is a requirement for the protection. Can we obey all of the Law? No--that's what Jesus did and why we need Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong and very courageous my friends, brothers, and sisters...for if you have Jesus on your side, you have nothing to worry about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-8023770072930357406?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntsh4Ln6Jig' title='Strength &amp; Courage'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/8023770072930357406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/8023770072930357406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2009/05/strength-courage.html' title='Strength &amp; Courage'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-6170755717156094282</id><published>2009-05-14T22:46:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:44:20.353-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><title type='text'>Firefighter Anxiety and PTSD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;I often wonder what other firefighters do after a "bad call." We recently assisted a neighboring jurisdiction on a multiple fatal fire involving numerous children. It may be difficult to see how God could allow this to happen. In a perfect world (one without sin and death) God would not allow it to happen. When Adam and Eve sinned, sin and death entered the world and we've been struggling ever since! Even though, God's got a way of making triumph out of tragedy; at the funeral of the 3 kids, numerous people came to faith. Their eternal salvation came on a day of great mourning. You can say, God's in the "Search &amp;amp; Rescue" business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:42px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;It's calls like this one that also make us question our actions; if we reacted in superior fashion, no big deal; if we didn't, those darn "what ifs" take over. Reject the "what ifs" and encourage the "what nows." What do you do now as a result of the tragedy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;It's important for everyone in emergency services to talk through the questions we are left with. Professional counselors are a great asset, especially if they have experience in the fields we serve in. Our peers can be a great help &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; they have learned positive methods of debriefing (avoiding alcoholism and "sucking it up"). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;It may be difficult but I have found that writing is my best friend. When I get a "bad call" (like the recent fatal fire), I write on paper whatever is on my mind. I consider this a prayer to God. I write exactly what I'm thinking (regardless of the content). If I want, I can tear it up when I'm done. I love to tear things up (a side effect of being a firefighter). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;Post traumatic Stress Disorder is serious business. Click the heading to check out more info on firefighter PTSD. Suicide is a real threat if we have been to too many "bad calls" and haven't dealt with the anxiety in a positive fashion. Talk to your fellow firefighters...talk to them often. We have to look out for one another; have your buddy's back--it's what firefighters do best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;Dear Lord, grant my fellow comrades (and me) peace, rest, and strength to endure hardship, death, and the stress of our job. Continue to guide us with your protective hand and lead us not into temptation. To you we surrender...Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-6170755717156094282?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ptsd.about.com/od/prevalence/a/Firefighters.htm' title='Firefighter Anxiety and PTSD?'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/6170755717156094282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/6170755717156094282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2009/05/firefighter-anxiety-and-ptsd.html' title='Firefighter Anxiety and PTSD?'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-5024865057513015156</id><published>2009-04-01T11:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:54:21.355-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life is silly; sometimes it's sad. As firefighters, we are blasted with intense external emotional events. You might ask yourself "why?" Why am I here? Why did this happen? Most of the "why" questions go unanswered. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consider the words from the book of Ecclesiastes Ch.3 vs. 1-12 (emphasis added vs. 12): &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;ul id="verseRow1" onmousedown="onStartVerse('1')" onmouseup="onEndVerse('1', '1')" style="margin-top: 4px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 35px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li id="verseNum_1_1" class="bold" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_1" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul id="verseRow2" onmousedown="onStartVerse('2')" onmouseup="onEndVerse('1', '2')" style="margin-top: 4px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 35px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li id="verseNum_1_2" class="bold" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_2" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul id="verseRow3" onmousedown="onStartVerse('3')" onmouseup="onEndVerse('1', '3')" style="margin-top: 4px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 35px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li id="verseNum_1_3" class="bold" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_3" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul id="verseRow4" onmousedown="onStartVerse('4')" onmouseup="onEndVerse('1', '4')" style="margin-top: 4px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 35px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li id="verseNum_1_4" class="bold" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_4" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul id="verseRow5" onmousedown="onStartVerse('5')" onmouseup="onEndVerse('1', '5')" style="margin-top: 4px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 35px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li id="verseNum_1_5" class="bold" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_5" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul id="verseRow6" onmousedown="onStartVerse('6')" onmouseup="onEndVerse('1', '6')" style="margin-top: 4px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 35px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li id="verseNum_1_6" class="bold" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_6" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul id="verseRow7" onmousedown="onStartVerse('7')" onmouseup="onEndVerse('1', '7')" style="margin-top: 4px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 35px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li id="verseNum_1_7" class="bold" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_7" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul id="verseRow8" onmousedown="onStartVerse('8')" onmouseup="onEndVerse('1', '8')" style="margin-top: 4px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 35px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li id="verseNum_1_8" class="bold" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_8" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;li id="verseNum_1_9" class="bold" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul id="verseRow8" onmousedown="onStartVerse('8')" onmouseup="onEndVerse('1', '8')" style="margin-top: 4px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 35px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_8" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li id="verseNum_1_9" class="bold" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_9" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What does the worker gain from his toil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;li id="verseNum_1_10" class="bold" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul id="verseRow8" onmousedown="onStartVerse('8')" onmouseup="onEndVerse('1', '8')" style="margin-top: 4px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 35px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_8" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_9" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li id="verseNum_1_10" class="bold" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_10" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have seen the burden God has laid on men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;li id="verseNum_1_11" class="bold" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul id="verseRow8" onmousedown="onStartVerse('8')" onmouseup="onEndVerse('1', '8')" style="margin-top: 4px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 35px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_8" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_9" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_10" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li id="verseNum_1_11" class="bold" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_11" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;li id="verseNum_1_12" class="bold" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul id="verseRow8" onmousedown="onStartVerse('8')" onmouseup="onEndVerse('1', '8')" style="margin-top: 4px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 35px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_8" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_9" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_10" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_11" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li id="verseNum_1_12" class="bold" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li id="verseTxt_1_12" style="list-style-type: none; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul id="verseRow8" onmousedown="onStartVerse('8')" onmouseup="onEndVerse('1', '8')" style="margin-top: 4px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 35px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On this side of heaven, nothing lasts forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-5024865057513015156?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/5024865057513015156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/5024865057513015156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2009/04/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-7478664248149890659</id><published>2009-02-18T23:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:42:22.009-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparation'/><title type='text'>Lead the Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Every good firefighter, driver, and officer knows that in order to be the best,  you have to build up your fellow co-workers. Consider the words of Desmond Tutu on issue of leadership:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- www.firefighterchaplain@blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IrCeVwwu0Xc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IrCeVwwu0Xc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-7478664248149890659?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/7478664248149890659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/7478664248149890659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2009/02/lead-way.html' title='Lead the Way'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-7683196027619953671</id><published>2009-02-05T00:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T01:03:04.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5quY17pbQ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5quY17pbQ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I go to the pet store I have to stop and watch the gerbils. My favorite is when they're running in the wheel. I don't really like gerbils but they're funny. They get focused, eyes forward, chin up, and are determined to run like the wind. They fly off, upside-down, and skid sideways; after a minute or two, they're right back on doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although life is fast and fun at times, everyone falls off the wheel. When I "fly off the wheel," I find the strength to get back on because I've determined I'm going to keep running. (I run on many wheels...as do you). Strength comes in various packages; sometimes its a friendly smile, an encouraging word, music, a hobby, movies, sleep, goals &amp;amp; accomplishments, the Bible, or a workout. Even though these things can and do encourage me at times, I find that the longer I wait to get back on the wheel the worse I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid," (Gospel of John 14:27). Lets run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If Jesus were a wheel, I'd be a gerbil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-7683196027619953671?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/7683196027619953671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/7683196027619953671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2009/02/wheel.html' title='Wheel'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-2115666031934982160</id><published>2008-12-10T17:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:51:02.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h3NX-4EiSMs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h3NX-4EiSMs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wife says that I'm an oversized boy and that she thinks I'm a big kid. I love to joke around, draw faces on magazine people, and put random things on calendars I find (like "sift kitty litter" and "cut mom's toe nails"). The fellas at the station know when I've been around because I like to leave my mark (sometimes literally) on anything to crack a smile. I saw this video and it reminded me how good it is to have a sense of humor and how important it is for us to laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's thank the Good Lord for lightening the mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-2115666031934982160?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/2115666031934982160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/2115666031934982160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2008/12/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-8994394378340134890</id><published>2008-09-26T15:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:54:19.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast</title><content type='html'>I responded to an EMS call at McDonalds restaurant. It was in the morning and many people were there having coffee and breakfast. Kids were running around--you know, the usual for MickyD's. While I can't give details of the call, let's just say that the patient was barely alive. While our crew worked on the patient, I suddenly realized how everybody in the restaurant was carrying on--as if someone wasn't dying on the floor. There was a bunch of seniors that were presumably the patient's friends. They were making jokes and were not phased a bit that their buddy was about to bite the dust. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spoke with my wife about this and she said, "Well, what are people supposed to do?" I answered, "Care." I never expect the public to help out in any emergency, but a little compassion for others would be good. Prayer would be a good thing when you see someone fighting for their life. In this instance, moving your breakfast to the other side of the room would have seemed appropriate; who wants to eat McMuffins with a side of blood? Every now and then I notice how self-involved we are as a culture. Our culture says, "I don't care." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-8994394378340134890?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/8994394378340134890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/8994394378340134890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2008/09/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-438368716530365050</id><published>2008-09-11T23:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:16:57.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>I held a short IAFC recommended 9/11 ceremony on the front apron this morning. We stood at attention for one minute as cars whizzed by. We rang our fire bell for three sets of five and read all the 343 firefighter's names who died 7 years ago. It was a somber time. I wrapped things up with a reading of the "Firefighter Prayer." I surprised myself when I went to read the last verse (...bless with your protective hand, my children and my wife) I got choked up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm in denial and or walking by faith when it comes to how dangerous the job can be. Sometimes I realize it and the implications it has for my wife. Either way, I'm proud to have had the opportunity to work along so many brave and courageous people. It is for those people today, I pray a special blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-438368716530365050?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/438368716530365050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/438368716530365050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2008/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-449892931218936038</id><published>2008-07-01T23:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:09:43.761-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><title type='text'>Beyond the Scene</title><content type='html'>While on-scene of a bad car accident, a fellow firefighter found a church bulletin. We used the bulletin to contact the pastor, who later responded to the hospital. The driver was critically injured. We called a police station in Illinois to locate the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;patients&lt;/span&gt; father. I got the number for the father and prepared to notify him that his daughter was in critical condition. My stomach turned and I didn't want to make the call; however, I knew if it were my daughter I'd want to know. The father was shocked and confused. His life changed from that moment on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The firefighter who found the bulletin was thinking beyond the scene. It's easy to forget about what happens after the emergency: the impact on family, friends, the needs that arise--spiritual, physical, and emotional, and how much more positive impact we can have on our residents and visitors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've struggled a bit with the thought of receiving news that my daughter may not survive and if she does she may not be the same. The reality of scenes rarely sinks in because the next call is just around the corner. Let this be a reminder to think beyond the scene and make every effort to care for or notify someone who can love the people in their darkest times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-449892931218936038?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/449892931218936038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/449892931218936038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2008/07/beyond-scene.html' title='Beyond the Scene'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-3942232493035619763</id><published>2008-05-26T22:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:36:26.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Memorial Day:&lt;br /&gt;For the last three years, I have had the privilege of replacing all the flags in the cemetery in preparation for Memorial Day. This year I walked all three of our cemeteries alone. As I walked along, I thanked each one of the soldiers for giving so much to our country. I felt that they would be proud to have a fellow public servant honoring their grave sites. I wondered how many people would come to visit their loved one's resting place and what they would think when they saw that their grave had a new flag; maybe they would think, "Someone remembered--someone cares."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a few sites that had firefighter emblems engraved in the stone. I thought, although they did not fight in a war with bullets and bloodshed, they fought for the safety and well-being of the communities they lived in; they bled, cried, and faced the fear of death day in and day out. It's easy to overlook the obvious. I took care to place a flag there too because, "Someone remembered--someone cares."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDFCGlfb3EE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDFCGlfb3EE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-3942232493035619763?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/3942232493035619763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/3942232493035619763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-for-last-three-years-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-1404157803521970966</id><published>2008-05-06T23:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:42:40.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K0mHLa22M64&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K0mHLa22M64&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's easy to get discouraged in the fire service. It could be anything from poor leadership, in adequate training, a grumpy officer, or the endless list of station duties that are left undone. I have one word for you: remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember why you signed up to be a firefighter. I signed up to help people. When I forget why I signed up, it is easy to turn negative and get caught up in the little stuff. We exist to serve the community; the community is counting on us to "make it better" when tragedy strikes. Remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember that we are all leaders and how we respond in every situation matters. Everybody is watching. Remember you have been given a position of influence. Lead by example and remember why we exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Jesus was on the mission to "save the world," by dying on the cross,  he never forgot about us. He didn't let the little stuff get him off track. Jesus remembers, do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-1404157803521970966?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1404157803521970966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1404157803521970966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2008/05/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-2488697411432145071</id><published>2008-04-15T12:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:13:22.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soldiers'/><title type='text'>Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9LJtggZYes&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9LJtggZYes&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Strength to get over yourself," (You Tube, 2008). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's strange that we assimilate strength and ourselves. Firefighting is a team effort. Like the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Army&lt;/span&gt;, one soldier doesn't win a war; likewise, one firefighter doesn't put out the fire. You might argue that only the one on the nozzle puts the fire out but what about the crew humping the hose around or the engine operator pumping water to the tip? We too, must have strength to over ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was the last time you were on a scene and thought you were a part of a highly skilled and functioning operation? Did you think: I did awesome...or...I'm was part of the team? We can have confidence in our abilities but do others? Can people rely on you to do the seemingly meaningless tasks (like lighting, traffic duty, or RIT). Without every person doing the task at hand the entire operation "goes South."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firefighters are incredibly competitive; however, we have to learn when competitiveness stops and teamwork begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joshua 1:8 says, "Be strong and of good courage." Why did &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; tell Joshua to be strong and courageous? Was it because Joshua had what it took to do the job by himself? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; told Joshua to be strong and courageous because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; was on his team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's on your team?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-2488697411432145071?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/2488697411432145071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/2488697411432145071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2008/04/strength.html' title='Strength'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-5052325625452214554</id><published>2008-03-25T21:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:13:58.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>Rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After this weekend's apartment fire and rescue off a 3rd story balcony, I couldn't help but think of how desperate those people wanted to be rescued. I imagined myself, along with my wife, having two little kids, and two dogs, choking on smoke, seeing flames all around me, and wondering when or how I would be saved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When our backs are against the wall--or flames, who are we trusting to rescue us? As firefighters we are placed in situations that push our abilities to the max and force us to make split second decisions with the lives of others on the line. I stand by my motto: "Get ready--stay ready" because we never know when the next life is on the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm comforted by the promise of God-written by the psalmist:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you make the Most High your dwelling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[God says] "&lt;/span&gt;I will rescue him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I will protect him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;for he acknowledges my name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 91:9, 14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-5052325625452214554?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/5052325625452214554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/5052325625452214554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2008/03/rescue.html' title='Rescue'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-5392302817028692858</id><published>2008-03-20T14:36:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:43:05.714-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Voice Like Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What do we know about fire? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fire burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fire kills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fire purifies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fire spreads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fire is visual; you can see it; it gives off light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fire is unique in nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fire produces smoke (toxic vapors, excess carbon, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fire renews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fire is hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fire can roar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fire changes shape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fire is a chain reaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Fire can be extinguished&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Cambria;font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;font-size:15;"  &gt;Psalm 29:7 says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia;font-family:Georgia;font-size:15;"  &gt;“The voice of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt; flashes forth flames of fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15;"&gt;What does this say about God's voice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e6Thhfr3SlU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks "Lt. Dan-NP" &amp;amp; my lovely wife for your input)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-5392302817028692858?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/5392302817028692858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/5392302817028692858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2008/03/voice-like-fire.html' title='Voice Like Fire'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-1221858024073430601</id><published>2008-03-11T19:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:24:31.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>Podcast</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/R9ciOJj_oGI/AAAAAAAAADs/T_635qWxQS4/s320/100_0345.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176643923166077026" /&gt;I'm toying with the idea of starting a podcast of short emergency related teachings. Check out the link for a preview.&lt;br /&gt;http://web.mac.com/meckyseemeckydo/Site/Podcast/Podcast.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-1221858024073430601?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://web.mac.com/meckyseemeckydo/Site/Podcast/Podcast.html' title='Podcast'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1221858024073430601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1221858024073430601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2008/03/podcast.html' title='Podcast'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/R9ciOJj_oGI/AAAAAAAAADs/T_635qWxQS4/s72-c/100_0345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-213166810469778040</id><published>2008-02-29T12:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:14:19.505-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparation'/><title type='text'>Which way?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/R8hxRQ_UXrI/AAAAAAAAADk/kMsIzPB0QeU/s1600-h/Funny+road+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/R8hxRQ_UXrI/AAAAAAAAADk/kMsIzPB0QeU/s320/Funny+road+sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172508713467272882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psalms 119:105 says, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Ever thought you knew exactly how to get somewhere, like there is no doubt in your mind? I was en-route to a chimney fire thinking I knew exactly how to get there; I was wrong. I did not find out I was wrong until I went off on my way--only to meet a dead end. Thankfully, the fire turned out to be nothing and I was cleared back to the station before I met my dead end road.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got back to the station, I looked up the address on Mapquest. I did the "manly" thing and looked for directions &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; I needed them. If the fire had been the real deal, I would have gotten burned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question: Do you know for certain where you are headed? Many times we don't realize where we're headed because "we know where we're going." Maybe it's a relationship that seems good for us but is taking us places we won't want to be; maybe it's the way we spend our free time that will lead us astray from where we want to be in the future; maybe it's where we get our emotional, physical, or spiritual needs are met?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pema Chodron once said, "The future is the result of what you are doing right now." Although I'm not a Buddist--she's right. So what's in your future? Ask yourself the following question as you go about your day: "Do I want my future to be the result of what I'm doing right now? At this very moment, as you're reading this blog, says that you are contemplating spiritual insight. What is the result of contemplating spiritual insight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Set your mind on your future, both in this life and after. Let's ask the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ultimate Chief&lt;/span&gt; for the path we need take. Look up those directions before you get somewhere you don't want to be. Results happen; why not choose them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-213166810469778040?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/213166810469778040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/213166810469778040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2008/02/which-way.html' title='Which way?'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/R8hxRQ_UXrI/AAAAAAAAADk/kMsIzPB0QeU/s72-c/Funny+road+sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-5732572749356237491</id><published>2008-01-28T12:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:27:27.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rest'/><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/R54NLQe74QI/AAAAAAAAADc/w_456YASiXk/s1600-h/Nov+06+Apr+07+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/R54NLQe74QI/AAAAAAAAADc/w_456YASiXk/s400/Nov+06+Apr+07+140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160576710067609858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;Imagine what life would be like if we took time off from everything with regularity. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When is the last time you rested? I struggle to take one day off per week, yet when I do I find that when I return to my daily duties, I am re-energized and ready to carry on one more week. Imagine if we rested...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We know what it's like not to rest; business 24/7, no time for people, sleep, our relationship with the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ultimate Chief-&lt;/span&gt;-we've got too much to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's make it a priority to say no, no again, and no again, to the business that tries to drain our lives of the freshness that rest brings. Imagine if we rested...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-5732572749356237491?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/5732572749356237491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/5732572749356237491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2008/01/rest.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/R54NLQe74QI/AAAAAAAAADc/w_456YASiXk/s72-c/Nov+06+Apr+07+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-1689405732818234331</id><published>2008-01-21T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:29:05.384-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparation'/><title type='text'>Seeker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/R5ThmT6-N0I/AAAAAAAAACs/L1VlPKIhBc0/s1600-h/350_pretty_oak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/R5ThmT6-N0I/AAAAAAAAACs/L1VlPKIhBc0/s320/350_pretty_oak.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157995521544959810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how some people will do anything to get their fix. Responding to medical calls puts firefighters, paramedics, and police officers in the path of all sorts of drug addicted people we call "seekers." &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran on one today. This person was pretty slick--not sick and if it weren't for some paramedics that have dealt with this person, I would have thought the complaint was sincere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if we sought peace in our lives with the same vigor the seekers seek drugs? How important is our relationship with Jesus? Are we willing to do anything to get a Jesus fix?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emergency services can wear even the strongest out when we don't get our daily dose of the "peace of God, which transcends all understanding, [which] will guard your minds in Christ Jesus," (Phil 4:7 ).  Are you a peace seeker? Have you had your fix?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-1689405732818234331?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1689405732818234331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1689405732818234331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2008/01/seeker.html' title='Seeker'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/R5ThmT6-N0I/AAAAAAAAACs/L1VlPKIhBc0/s72-c/350_pretty_oak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-3073707834259520945</id><published>2007-09-27T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:55:04.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fire House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RwWy8iRP6dI/AAAAAAAAACc/L2VthxetkFk/s1600-h/badge.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117693304637483474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RwWy8iRP6dI/AAAAAAAAACc/L2VthxetkFk/s320/badge.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After leaving a Tiger's baseball game, me and my wife returned to our car to find it blocked in by other cars. We were parked next to Detroit Engine House 1. One of the firefighters offered to let us come inside and out of the rain. As we went through the bay doors, I looked at my wife and smiled big--Firehouses do that to me. We stayed for a little over an hour. I toured the rig and me and firefighter Watts shared fire stories. If it weren't for Watts and Engine House 1, I would have been angrier than I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night reminded me of what a Fire house is all about; it was and always should be a place of safety. The streets of Detroit are known for violence and make us "west michiganders" nervous. Knowing that we could find refuge among the city's bravest brought myself and my wife great joy. I felt proud to be a firefighter and for the larger brotherhood of the fire service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The firehouse serves a vital role in the communities in which we live. It's important for us to keep the doors open (when it's not cold) in order to invite people in. Our firehouses have key-code locks on every door and sometimes I wonder what message that sends to the community? I believe we should always stand ready to openly invite people in and maintain the house as a place where people can come to find comfort amidst thier storm...you'll never know who might show up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-3073707834259520945?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/3073707834259520945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/3073707834259520945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2007/09/fire-house.html' title='The Fire House'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RwWy8iRP6dI/AAAAAAAAACc/L2VthxetkFk/s72-c/badge.1.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-2963515949967471644</id><published>2007-08-17T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:17:37.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT and WHY?</title><content type='html'>"If you have questions, please ask," reads a memo on the dispatch board. How often do we go through life having questions that we never ask about? When I first began reading the Bible, I had questions. Questions about my life, the past, the future, and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;. As I read more and more, I recieved answers; however, I had more questions--different questions. The deeper I got into the Bible, the questions seemed to more specific to the nature of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, and details of the accounts found in the stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question is, are there questions you should ask of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;? How about fighting fire? EMS? Do you have questions when you see people die? Do you wonder about the incidents that seem to horrible and unbelievable to describe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having all the answers is impossible--that is evident by the amount of knowledge available today. After an hour of surfing the web, my head hurts from all the information out there. The Bible says, "Pride comes before the fall" and pride is what got Lucifer (Satan) booted out of the heavenlies. May we be found humble, yet wise as serpants, and always seeking to know more about the nature and heart of the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ultimate Commander in Chief&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and ask away for the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt; is listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-2963515949967471644?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/2963515949967471644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/2963515949967471644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-and-why.html' title='WHAT and WHY?'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-3801471120686590497</id><published>2007-07-06T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T11:53:40.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me vs. Sparrows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/Ro5oEWOT5vI/AAAAAAAAACU/fd7G5LJq-K8/s1600-h/sparrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084115453242238706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/Ro5oEWOT5vI/AAAAAAAAACU/fd7G5LJq-K8/s320/sparrows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just call me bird-man for now. The last post was about a cardinal who knocks on the bay door windows of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Firehouse 2&lt;/span&gt; (he's still doing it) and now as I sit at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Firehouse 1&lt;/span&gt;, I'm compelled to tell of the battle between building &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt; and plump birdies (Passer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;domesticus&lt;/span&gt;) aka House Sparrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The talk around the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;firehouse&lt;/span&gt; is how to get these birds to stop dumping on our rigs (for me--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mr&lt;/span&gt;. janitor,  it's the mess on the floor).  A few fake owls hanging by fishing line, swinging in the wind didn't, phase these guys. I resorted to banging on the rafters with a pike pole  and I'm really hoping they wig out and fly away...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not much of a killer.  I'm one step shy of taking their nests (from the roof deck/rafters) and slinging it into oblivion (aka the woods out back).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes we can make a mess and drive people mad when we're "uninvited or unwanted." Everyone plots against the person who is pushy. It should be our goal, as &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;First Responders&lt;/span&gt;, to work in harmony with the people around us. It should be our goal, as &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt;, to learn how to love the people who "dump" on us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ultimate Chief&lt;/span&gt; loves the sparrow just as much as us (crazy but true:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-3801471120686590497?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/3801471120686590497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/3801471120686590497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-vs-sparrows.html' title='Me vs. Sparrows'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/Ro5oEWOT5vI/AAAAAAAAACU/fd7G5LJq-K8/s72-c/sparrows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-1615881462349675974</id><published>2007-06-15T05:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T05:43:39.913-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>Knockin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FSG9sNvM8EI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;Funny thing, each morning consists of me showing up at the station, catching up on email and checking the dept. communication site. For the past week, while internetting (is that a word?), I would hear slight knocking on the window. The first time or two I didn't think much of it--and never looked to see what it was; however, my curiosity soon took hold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got up to check out who or what is knockin. It was a cardinal. Thinking it was funny I watched. The bird went from my window, down the apparatus bay windows and back again. All week long this bird has kept on knockin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Much like this bird, we must keep on knockin. Are there prayers you've had for a long time? keep knockin; are there goals you wish to accomplish in life but you run into obsticles at every point? keep knockin; do you have a personal relationship with the Ultimate Chief? keep on...or start knockin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-1615881462349675974?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1615881462349675974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1615881462349675974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2007/06/knockin.html' title='Knockin'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-1775876860261615342</id><published>2007-05-26T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T20:04:39.537-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparation'/><title type='text'>Surveillance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RljXrls2SVI/AAAAAAAAACM/YEFlIE0_ag0/s1600-h/Surveillance-Equipment-Detect-Ear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RljXrls2SVI/AAAAAAAAACM/YEFlIE0_ag0/s320/Surveillance-Equipment-Detect-Ear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069038524460058962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ tells us "Be careful, or your hearts will be weighed down with dissipation, drunkness and the anxieties of life, an that day will close on you unexpectedly like a trap" (Luke Ch. 21: 34). (Christ speaking of His return)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Firefighters, Police, and Military Personnel train to be ready in an instant, to be on-guard, and never slack, we as Christians must be prepared. Only when we stay on-guard will we truly be able to guard ourselves, our brothers, and the people we swore to protect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get Ready, Stay Ready"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-1775876860261615342?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1775876860261615342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1775876860261615342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2007/05/surveillance.html' title='Surveillance'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RljXrls2SVI/AAAAAAAAACM/YEFlIE0_ag0/s72-c/Surveillance-Equipment-Detect-Ear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-2354747625913715794</id><published>2007-05-15T03:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T03:09:59.801-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><title type='text'>Chapel 911</title><content type='html'>A new site has been created and dedicated to the progress and establishment of a Chapel service. I suspect that over the next few months the site will change numerous times. Check in to get updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://chapel911.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-2354747625913715794?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/2354747625913715794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/2354747625913715794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapel-911.html' title='Chapel 911'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-15202130145522488</id><published>2007-03-11T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:34:22.705-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>A Firefighter Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6U861v6a9cM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6U861v6a9cM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Firefighter&lt;/span&gt; Tributes are few and far between. America celebrates Valentines Day, Halloween, Secretaries Day, Groundhog's Day, and a host of other "holidays and observances," yet, somehow &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;firefighters&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;police officers&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;emergency workers&lt;/span&gt; get missed. It's hard to sacrifice time, money, and even life, when it, at times, goes unnoticed. I believe this will change at some point in our lifetime. For now, I suggest that we honor one another for the sacrifices we make each day. Being a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;First Responder&lt;/span&gt; is a humble position. We don't make great money, but we provide a service not many others can live without (literally). It is up to us to encourage one another in the daily duties we perform. When you see someone close to burnout, encourage them. It could be as simple as saying "good job," or as elaborate as recommending someone for personal achievement awards. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt; has called us all to encourage one another to keep fighting on in our everyday Christian walk. The same applies to our first responding fields. Do you need encouragement? Do you encourage anyone? Next time you see an opportunity--take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-15202130145522488?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/15202130145522488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/15202130145522488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2007/03/firefighter-tribute.html' title='A Firefighter Tribute'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-6918771124300617622</id><published>2007-03-07T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T00:12:55.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soldiers'/><title type='text'>IRAQ: Finding Peace?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/Re-S75LWetI/AAAAAAAAACA/PyD_4HFo738/s1600-h/balad-200307283b_hr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039408065709243090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/Re-S75LWetI/AAAAAAAAACA/PyD_4HFo738/s320/balad-200307283b_hr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's easy to watch the news and hear reports of young men and women dying in the fight across the seas. Just after watching a report of a LODD the story changes to Anna Nichole Smith. Today we are on "information overload." I take it to heart each time I hear of another "one of the best" dying for their community and country. I take a minute out of my busy day and think about all the people those soldiers (and sailors) leave behind. They have spouses, children, friends, and a neighborhood that are beginning to feel the loss. Do you stop and think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many of you know I have a twin brother over in Iraq as we speak. He's a doorgunner/rescue swimmer on a Seahawk helo. I always kid him because there's not much swimming going on in the "sandbox." When I hear stories of soldier's dying I think of my bro. I know he's as trained as he can be and in the hands of the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ultimate Commander in Chief. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The fact he is a believer, and walking in faith gives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;peace. As any &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;first responder&lt;/span&gt; knows, sometimes circumstances can seem overwhelming and too big for us to take in all at once. It is my hope and mission, to point everyone to the source of peace in the eye of the storm. Where do you look when your world gets flipped upside down? Do you freeze? Reach out to your significant other? Do you allow God to be your peace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Check out this video of the Seahawk in action. It doesn't do my brother justice--since it only shows the helo over water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LUq3TjaEObc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-6918771124300617622?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/6918771124300617622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/6918771124300617622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2007/03/iraq-finding-peace.html' title='IRAQ: Finding Peace?'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/Re-S75LWetI/AAAAAAAAACA/PyD_4HFo738/s72-c/balad-200307283b_hr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-4655153404268993069</id><published>2007-02-22T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T16:20:13.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unity'/><title type='text'>Take One For the Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/Rd4AYrNfeeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Y9Ukho2K0VU/s1600-h/good+group+photo+chiefs+house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/Rd4AYrNfeeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Y9Ukho2K0VU/s320/good+group+photo+chiefs+house.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034461857362967010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week our Fire Department pulled together--as a team, to battle the dragon and save a life. Many of you locals were there and thank you for the hard work and dedication you put into it. For the rest of you, let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to tones of a house fire early Monday morning. I arrived at the house just after the first engine arrived. I ran up to the scene to get "packed up." I helped pull a crosslay, handed the nozzle to my buddy who was already to go. I flaked the line out and went back to the truck to finish getting a box light and halligan. The line was charged. I shut the door on the engine and I heard someone yelling for help. I quickly looked to find a body lying outside. I flashed back to a previous fatal fire a few months ago. I ran over to the patient and recognized him--it was Ken Howe, my Chief. It was hard to think straight. Another firefighter was with him  and we attended to him. It was hard to see someone I work with everyday down like that; however, we got him packaged and off to the ambulance. Being a Chaplain, I should know what to pray for at this time right? Think again. All I could say was "come on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;, lets go."&lt;br /&gt;The fire was pushing out the basement and first floor windows by now. Crews worked hard to knock it down from the outside...it was too hot to go in. I checked myself out of service. My mind wasn't focused on fighting the fire, it was on the life of my Chief. Two other firefighters and I prayed together. I asked our &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Command in Chief &lt;/span&gt;to give us peace and save the life of our leader.&lt;br /&gt;I cleared the scene to go to the hospital--as any Chaplain would wish. I met the family there. I saw the my Chief fly away in AirCare--and emergency transport helicopter. I offered up a prayer and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laid my burdens down&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today the Chief is alive. This was accomplished by excellent teamwork of all those involved. Since this tragedy has hit our department, firefighters and friends from across the country have banned together to secure his old home, get him a new house, and prepare for his return. This is what unity is all about. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt; spoke of unity being a primary focus among believers and people alike. I hate the circumstances that have brought out this new found unity but I rejoice in its power and impact. Let's do all we can in our organizations, families, relationships, and faith to encourage a unified front.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-4655153404268993069?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.mlive.com/news/kzgazette/index.ssf?/base/news-22/117198871856740.xml&amp;coll=7' title='Take One For the Team'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/4655153404268993069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/4655153404268993069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2007/02/take-one-for-team.html' title='Take One For the Team'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/Rd4AYrNfeeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Y9Ukho2K0VU/s72-c/good+group+photo+chiefs+house.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-7047933441583294947</id><published>2007-02-16T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T19:58:18.140-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rest'/><title type='text'>Rest</title><content type='html'>Today was a normal day of cleaning the firehouse, doing homework, and "living the dream;" well, sort of. I haven't blogged in a bit because I have been practicing rest. I say practice because it's a new thing to me. Being the adrenaline junkie that I am, I like to be on the go all the time. Firefighters, Police officers, EMS workers, and military personnel all know that in order to do our jobs, we have to keep moving. This is all fine and dandy when we're at work and "doing our thing" but when the sun goes down and everyone else slows down do you? We need to take care of ourselves. Time away is a good thing. I'll be X-country skiing tomorrow in a foot of brand new powder and practicing active rest. It will be good to get out into the country and away from cars, accidents, the firehouse, and school. How do you rest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-7047933441583294947?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/7047933441583294947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/7047933441583294947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2007/02/rest.html' title='Rest'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-2452735844666367316</id><published>2007-01-25T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T07:54:59.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><title type='text'>Where's My Heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RbioWJaNvqI/AAAAAAAAABg/ikV5uUhQaZg/s1600-h/munch.scream"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RbioWJaNvqI/AAAAAAAAABg/ikV5uUhQaZg/s320/munch.scream" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023950482768248482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me vent a frustration I had with myself, but first I'll lay a little context down. Yesterday, I responded to a car crash--no big deal, just like usual. We arrived on-scene to find one vehicle involved with two patients. Because the car was crunched pretty good, we had to extricate the driver, using our spreaders (aka jaws), and pry the passenger side door open with a haligan. The patient on the passenger side was found with obvious leg breaks and signs of internal injury--based on the mechanism involved. The passenger was pronounced DOA on-scene. I was in-charge of the extrication equipment and proceeded to do the job I was assigned.&lt;br /&gt;I was frustrated because I didn't feel anything for the deceased and very little for the partner of the deceased. Having been called into ministry in the emergency services, I was not okay with my reaction. All day I thought about why I couldn't feel anything for these people. I realized that I had kept my heart and emotions protected so much that I was stifling any attempt at empathy; I guess I have become hardened to the scenes we go on and it's taken the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; touch" out of the chaotic and sometimes dangerous situations we can find ourselves in. I'd like to make a pact today. My pact is that both you and I ponder some of the scenes we witness and release them in a creative or expressive way. We should have the ability to do our jobs effectively, hold our emotions at bay, but feel the same sense of loss and pain as the people we serve. Let's bring &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; on-scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-2452735844666367316?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.wwmt.com/onset?id=34034&amp;template=article.html' title='Where&apos;s My Heart?'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/2452735844666367316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/2452735844666367316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2007/01/wheres-my-heart.html' title='Where&apos;s My Heart?'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RbioWJaNvqI/AAAAAAAAABg/ikV5uUhQaZg/s72-c/munch.scream' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-2761279583289236547</id><published>2007-01-14T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T15:44:32.091-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RaqTUhGLtoI/AAAAAAAAABU/7C0QJcanWW0/s1600-h/Child_crying-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019986715348809346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RaqTUhGLtoI/AAAAAAAAABU/7C0QJcanWW0/s320/Child_crying-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although this picture does no justice to the actual anguish we see as First Responders, let it serve as a reminder that the people we deal with day in and day out are hurting. Our &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Commander in Chief&lt;/span&gt; would tell us to "love your neighbor as yourself;" with that said, do you show love to the people on the streets? Do you feel compassion for those who have lost their home, thier loved one to a stroke, thier mom or dad to an MI? How easy is it for us to treat the "difficulty breathings" and "heart-attacks" as if it were something that happens as often as the telephone rings. Forget not that on every call we respond to--someone has dialed 911! For those we serve, the hour in which we meet is sometimes the worst hour of thier lives. Our Father, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Ultimate Chief&lt;/span&gt;, has demonstrated His love for us when we were still sinners Christ died for us; therefore, love your neighbor as yourself and give back to the people who don't know such a love. Be bold and courageous for the day is coming when we may respond to our or someone's "last alarm." Don't give up--fight harder. May all praise, glory, and honor be unto the Lord of Hosts...our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ultimate Chief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Be encouraged...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-2761279583289236547?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/2761279583289236547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/2761279583289236547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2007/01/although-this-picture-does-no-justice.html' title=''/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RaqTUhGLtoI/AAAAAAAAABU/7C0QJcanWW0/s72-c/Child_crying-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-1173993542894231755</id><published>2007-01-02T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:04:31.512-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soldiers'/><title type='text'>A Good Soldier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RZqAt34pf3I/AAAAAAAAABE/mi4k9AJsda0/s1600-h/soldier+missing+hand+salute.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015462660614487922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RZqAt34pf3I/AAAAAAAAABE/mi4k9AJsda0/s320/soldier+missing+hand+salute.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You therefore must endure hardship as a good solier of Jesus Christ. No one engaged in warefare entangles himself with the affairs of this life, that he may please him who enlisted him as a soldier." (2 Timothy 2:3-4). Our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ultimate Chief&lt;/span&gt; gave me these words last night. Sometimes I forget what it costs to follow Him; it causes pain, anguish, suffering, and death. However, the price we pay to honor our &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Commander in Chief&lt;/span&gt; pales in comparison with the life and victory we can experience after the suffering. May Christ always be found glorified on our lips. Amen (it's done).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-1173993542894231755?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1173993542894231755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1173993542894231755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-soldier.html' title='A Good Soldier'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RZqAt34pf3I/AAAAAAAAABE/mi4k9AJsda0/s72-c/soldier+missing+hand+salute.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-1992299224182901206</id><published>2006-12-28T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:05:04.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>Courage in the Face of Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RZP4yPVWQ7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/LKjbg1ym6KU/s1600-h/Soldiers+salute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013624352186713010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RZP4yPVWQ7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/LKjbg1ym6KU/s320/Soldiers+salute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early yesterday morning a woman was hit by a semi. OFD rescuers responded to the scene as usual . After being on scene for just a few minutes, the scene went from an accident to an active crime scene. Apparently the woman "could have" been dragged into the road in by a person someone in the vacinity; fear entered the atmosphere. As the Police raced around with guns drawn, OFD was released from the scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S.W.A.T. was called in to sweep a home nearby; nothing was found. The woman's death is suspicious and still under investigation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I explained this situation to my wife, I didn't expect the reaction I got from her; she was scared. In the last month, two nearby gas stations were robbed at gunpoint. Earlier this year my home was invaded during broad daylight. A few months later cars in my parking lot were looted. These crimes, although they don't happen often, have sent a wave of fear through my home...and my wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Firefighters, Police Officers, EMTs, and Soldiers, sometimes the situations we are placed in call us to "brave the fear." You don't have to be an emergency responder to get a good dose of fear on a regular basis--for you, take what you learn here as an example of how to battle fear head-on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bravery is a Biblical trait. Although for us fear never subsides, somehow we are able to find courage in the face of it. Think about what it takes for an Army Soldier to salute their fallen friends and carry on the fight; it takes true courage. Even men and women, who are without the strength of Christ, are able to find courage; however, sometimes fear can the best of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything in the world tells us to be afraid: the media, our families, friends, and our natural reactions to dangerous things. To be brave in the face of fear takes faith. I hope you place your faith in the power and strength of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Ultimate Commander&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to what God told Joshua when he was called to lead the Israelites into the promised land and be encouraged! "Haven't I commanded you: be strong and courageous? Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go." (Joshua 1:9)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My faith is in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ultimate Chief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;where's yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-1992299224182901206?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1992299224182901206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/1992299224182901206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2006/12/courage-in-face-of-fear.html' title='Courage in the Face of Fear'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RZP4yPVWQ7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/LKjbg1ym6KU/s72-c/Soldiers+salute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-8285650426288288804</id><published>2006-12-14T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:05:36.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>Oh Brother Where Art Thou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RYFdH4_wr-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Nrypwb93mrg/s1600-h/Before+the+finish+line+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008386650752987106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="206" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RYFdH4_wr-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Nrypwb93mrg/s320/Before+the+finish+line+2.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt; it is hard to carry on as usual. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt; it is easy to get discouraged. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt; it is hard to see beyond the current circumstances. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt; we need a friend. Today, during my "quiet time" with my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ultimate Chief &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;laid&lt;/span&gt; down my heartaches. Although my faith carries me through the toughest of times, I grow weary without the gentle instructions from my supreme commander. I poured through my trusty &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SOP Handbook &lt;/span&gt;(The Bible--Standard Operating Procedures), in search of what to do next. After reading a bit and reflecting, I looked at a picture of me and my brother crossing the finish line of my first half-marathon. I remember that moment. I had trained for months in preparation for that day. I ran the entire race with him and then finished with him as well. The smile on my face shows the satisfaction of a race ran well and along side of someone who has been with me through thick and thin. I thought to myself, "it's good to have a brother." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having someone to run, fight, struggle, and persevere along side of us makes, what seems to be too difficult, possible. Running that race alone would not have been as great. It's important for us to have people who are willing to "run along side" us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt; it is hard to carry on; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt; it's easy to get discouraged; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt; it's hard to see beyond the current circumstances; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt; we need a brother (for you women...a sister). When you reach out, it's my prayer that you have someone to reach back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that far&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;outweighs&lt;/span&gt; them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."&lt;br /&gt;(2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Corinthians&lt;/span&gt; 4:16-18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Ultimate Chief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-8285650426288288804?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/8285650426288288804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/8285650426288288804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-brother-where-art-thou.html' title='Oh Brother Where Art Thou?'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RYFdH4_wr-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Nrypwb93mrg/s72-c/Before+the+finish+line+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-4699013152446033147</id><published>2006-12-08T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:06:43.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparation'/><title type='text'>Get Ready; Stay Ready</title><content type='html'>Time and time again, I go on general fire alarms and rarely do they amount to anything. Today, as we headed down the road responding to a fire alarm, I was faced with two options: to get ready (don air-pack, full gear, etc.) because this may be the "real thing," or rely on the past experiences and find it to be a false alarm (skip the pack and full gear). It is said that "Success is a struggle; good preparation is the key to winning that struggle" (Anonymous). In order to be a successful firefighter, police officer, or EMS provider, we must be prepared. As most of you well know, we can never be prepared for everything; however, as I was faced with the two options this morning I chose to "get ready." While this may look foolish to some, by "getting ready," I am preparing myself for success. Imagine the look on others' faces when "the real thing" happens and they failed to prepare. While they are spending time preparing, I'll be spending time putting the fire out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever we do in life, can always be enhanced and sometimes--almost perfected, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; we give enough time for preparation. While others may think I'm crazy for donning full gear (including irons) for a fire alarm, I'm staying ready. The question is are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-4699013152446033147?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/4699013152446033147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/4699013152446033147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2006/12/get-ready-stay-ready.html' title='Get Ready; Stay Ready'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-3248021241156997615</id><published>2006-12-06T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:07:09.404-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><title type='text'>The Ministry of Presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RXb7bLwTQKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eFxBXFSz7_I/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005464480299303074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RXb7bLwTQKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eFxBXFSz7_I/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to fight fire. Yesterday, as OFD and TFD fought a large pole barn fire, I stopped--for a split second, and realized how powerful and dangerous fire is. This may sound strange coming from a firefighter, since we live for the chance to fight fire, but these flames were big. I couldn't help but think about the owner's loss. In the pole barn were the owners belongings from years of life. I kept thinking, how would I react to the loss of everything? Then my "chaplain voice" was saying, what can I do or say to this person to help comfort him? Lastly, I simply told the owner that I was sorry for his loss and let him do the rest of the talking. I think in a very minute way, that by "being there" for people who have suffered a great loss--whether physical or material, it brings a personal touch to the fire service. There wasn't anything I could say that would reverse the fire's destruction; there wasn't anything I could say to make him feel better. It's hard for me to feel comfortable at the end of my fire ground duties, or witnessing any great personal loss because I always want to do more; however, I believe I'm learning by just "being there" I have done all I can. In the Christian realm, we would call this the "ministry of presence." Some people just need someone to talk to--with little or no replies. When there isn't anything you or I can say to someone, saying nothing, coupled with our presence, says multitudes to those who just lost something, somebody, or everything. By "being there" we are saying that although we don't fully understand how they feel, we care. Life is filled with great rewards and great losses; the question is, are you willing to "be there" for someone at the next great loss you encounter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-3248021241156997615?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/3248021241156997615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/3248021241156997615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2006/12/ministry-of-presence.html' title='The Ministry of Presence'/><author><name>Matthew W. Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02091369212045737282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/ShNQuj-1uCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SWEy6zUnnwU/S220/100_0426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3g9WF6iF9DM/RXb7bLwTQKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eFxBXFSz7_I/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066817761609589650.post-2310580559545831089</id><published>2006-12-03T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:08:09.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commander'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Chief</title><content type='html'>A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Direct&lt;/span&gt; Order from the Ultimate Fire Chief:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been so good. I woke up this morning with a deep feeling of thankfulness. Wallace and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Fluetta&lt;/span&gt;, my two zebra finches, were singing away. The snow is falling and it brings me a bit of serenity and reminds me that God created seasons for us to enjoy. It's hard sometimes to recognize that the weather and seasons have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;parallels&lt;/span&gt; to our lives; sometimes it's hot and we have to find the comfort of a big tree--or air-conditioning; sometimes it's sunny and 70; sometimes it's cold and rainy; sometimes its windy and dangerous. Being content in all situations is my ultimate goal. This is easier said than done. I'm a man of many goals and driven with passion for the things that are placed on my heart. This causes some inner-conflict when things don't go as planned; however, when I'm reminded of the big picture in life, I find that it's better to go along with the changes and ask one question. Most people think we should ask "Why?" It's my goal to always ask "What?" What do I learn from the situation I find myself in? What is God trying to say about me, or my life? What should my next step be? I have two deeply rooted desires: to preach and firefight. Although I do both now, I sense that God is calling me to the next level of obedience. One thing about God is that He never lets us get comfortable. If you or I get comfortable in our faith, we are in great danger. I have been hearing from the Lord lately about changing my focus from 80% firefighting and 20% preaching, to 80% preaching and 20% firefighting. Some of this is due to my current circumstances, but ultimately this is something I have foreseen for over a year. God continually adjusts my desires to fit His needs. It's my job to listen and surrender my life to Him; in doing so, I will still firefight 80/20 but the difference is the fire that He is calling me to fight. God speaks of an eternal fire after the day of judgment. This is the fire that really matters. Although fighting physical fire is more of an excitement...and adrenaline rush, that fire can be put out by other brave men and women. I must never forget that God has called me to always, and everywhere I go, fight the eternal fire--the fire that has the power to kill the soul. Will you fight with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066817761609589650-2310580559545831089?l=firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/2310580559545831089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9066817761609589650/posts/default/2310580559545831089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefighterchaplain.blogspot.com/2006/12/ultimate-chief.html' title='The Ultimate Chief'/><author><name>Matthew W. 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