It’s been quite sometime since I’ve written on this blog. I’ve got several other blogs. Most I’m not really a regular writer on and some I haven’t even stood up yet. Recently, in a symbolic way, I crossed something called the Line of Departure with my family. In some ways regretfully and in some ways it was an unfortunate necessity.
What exactly is The Line of Departure. In the Marine Corps or in the Military no less, The Line of Departure is defined as a line in which units of military force are ordered to cross at a certain time to coordinate an attack. In short, when they cross that line there is no coming back. They’re headed into battle.
Due to a situation in my family, right or wrong, there has been a lack of trust and a lack of communication. Everyone is busy in their lives, everyone has their own issues, conflicts, emotions, scheduling conflicts, life conflicts etc. All normal family problems.
Due to these conflicts and issues, in my world, the ultimate sin happened by a loved one in my family. Put simply, they yelled at my wife and made her cry. So what does this have to do with The Line of Departure. As this war of words took place and I heard my wife cry, I was in shock and was in the planning stage to travel past “The Line of Departure”. Right or wrong, I was planning my response. Right or wrong, my written response to all of my family was absolutely brutal. My intent was to make my response unforgettable and I achieved my objective.
I read my response to my wife, hurt and in tears while snot was literally dripping out of my nose. I cried on while reading my words of pain. I only cry when someone dies and in my mind and in my heart, it had felt as if someone had died. My wife apparently had already received apologies that morning but to me, it didn’t matter. I had written my response and I was prepared to send letters to my family in the mail. My wife told me to think very carefully before sending my family anything. Since I have mailed physical letters in the past and received not even an acknowledgement, I decided to email my response to ensure everyone received it, received it immediately and received it at the same time. When I pressed SEND in email, I truly crossed The Line of Departure. There was no coming back. The fallout was nuclear. This brings me to my blog and the past entries that I have written.
Am I actually following my own thoughts on the amount of seconds in a day and how I spend them?
Am I actually doing what Jesus would do?
Am I doing anything good today?
Oh this is the tough one. Am I to forgive? Is forgiveness going to be that hard to give? Am I going to be able to put this behind me and forget this happened?
Did I follow Plato’s simple 4 Virtues as I struck back at my family? Am I going to be able to follow them in the future? Am I going to be able to be an example of the 4 virtues as I navigate this situation.
As I deal with the anxiety of this situation, will I be able to listen to the words in Matthew? Will I be able to find other words in the Bible that will bring me peace so I can get these problems resolved?
I’m a good dude. I’ll get it figured out.

