Christmas in Kandahar

You work with people 12 - 15 hours a day, but it's hard to get to really know them. Everyone is focused on their little piece of the support effort for our troops. And at the end of the day, you're just too tired to socialize. But still, you wonder what really makes their hearts beat. They are all different, it seems. From different parts of America and far beyond. Diverse, yet on the same mission. Maybe driven by some of the same motivations, hopes, dreams, and even fears that dwell in me.

And then, it's Christmas. But, it's a working day in Afghanistan. The troops don't get a day off, and neither do we. But overnight, the office has undergone a metamorphosis. Christmas trees, lights, decorations, the smell of fresh bread baking, and signs of preparations for an honest to goodness Christmas feast. Many of the folks that work there have, with the help of their families and friends back in the world, planned well a special gift for us all. A taste of home, a familiar scent of a favorite food, a moment to share the incredible reason for this day with others. There is every kind of special treat here. From turkey to honey-baked ham (how did they get that here??), to dressings, dozens of deserts, cranberry sauce, and even "faux" champagne. And we read the Christmas story, and workmates became friends, and we all shared a special connection. But, this is Afghanistan, and our friends outside the wire just couldn't resist adding a little excitement to our Christmas celebration.

The sirens blasted and the rockets fell very close to our area. We followed protocol and collected our gear and headed quickly for the bunkers. But not to be denied the celebration and joy of the anniversary of our Savior's birth, the Christmas carols began softly and increased in volume to a crescendo while we waited for the "all clear". The "wonder of His love" still echoes in my heart and ears. And the "wonder of His love" brought these people, these oh so different, but so connected in His love people, together. There was little fear. We felt safe and happy and joyful in His praise. God is good, all the time.

So Christmas this year has been different. I have never missed someone so much in my life as I do my family. It's an empty, hollow feeling. Talking to Vickie and Libby on skype is great, but I can't touch or hug or kiss them. And I want to so badly. But somehow, God knew a way to fill me up in a way I would never have imagined. Isn't it funny how He can do that. My gift this year is a reminder to have faith. Trust God. Really,,, trust God.

And thanks to all of you for looking out for Vickie and Libby. They have truly experienced friendship from every direction. And as this season passes, remember that there are many young men and women in harm's way, doing their part to insure that folks back home can live how they live; without fear, with choice, and in freedom. Next time you see the American Flag...pause for a moment...and think a bit of those who have sacrificed that it is still there, a quiet sentry.

Merry Christmas everyone...