Boycotting the Olympic Games

The opening ceremonies were held last night for this summer’s games – and according to the newspaper this morning they were all about world peace and saving trees. So do I laugh hysterically or heave my breakfast? Maybe both.  My attitude toward the Olympic Games has never been good. And it isn’t getting any better as I move into my crotchety old age.

Watching the olympics when we lived in Canada was grinding. For Canada, a smallish country battling self- image problems, winning at the games was what verified the fact that the country actually existed – and mattered – to at least someone. CBC TV would run the bios of Canadian athletes and you would swear that they were gods sent from heaven. These Canadian athletes were perfect in every way. If ONLY we would all be like them, right?

Here in the US, it isn’t quite so bad that way. We already know how important and impressive we are so we don’t need to prove it. We all know everyone else is on some doping program anyway, right???

The whole institution is such an empty farce. Impoverishing their host countries in the mad dash for glory. Imagining excuses for the games like “good will” and “peace” and “conservation” is just utter corruption.

Why can’t we just have some honest games? Why can’t we just play some games sans the nation building, hubris, and international politics? How come we can’t just be astonished and praise God when an athlete accomplishes marvelous feats of physical prowess – no matter the place he was born? How come he runs “for” his nation? How come he has to wave a flag?

The reason is that we are ungodly. We have all swallowed the lie that our world can find salvation in events like the olympics. We believe we can find within ourselves as human beings the strength and skill to overcome war and all our ills in the same way we can jump higher hurdles. I find it SO ironic that what we really find, if we take off the blinders, is that the games that are supposed to save us – end up demonstrating the worst of us.

I know. I know. I am just a sour pus and I should just put the blinders on and join the couch party.

Nah… I think I will just skip it. There are way more fun things to do. Anyone want to play some volleyball?  If you race me on my sailboat you will be sure to win!!


Owning a Bittersweet and Divided Heart

It had been 15 years since I had set foot at Immanuel Lutheran Church, Nipigon, ON.  It was the first congregation I served, having been ordained and installed there July 3, 1994.  For many years we had tried to fit a visit to Nipigon inside our family vacation to Minnesota, but the 8 – 9 hour drive up the shore of Lake Superior was just never friendly to our schedule.  Finally this year there was an opening for my daughter Hannah and I to make the trip.  Hannah was born there and she was game for the quick trip up and back to see the place she can barely remember.

So the anxious question for me was always:  “How will it be to go back?”

Some of the answer to that question was shaped by the fact that a good many years had elapsed and many of the saints in that place had moved on from Nipigon, or advanced to their heavenly home.  But in the end the overwhelming feeling I had was one of incredible thankfulness for all the wonderful memories of God’s blessing in that place.  It was such a joy to see how the young and old, whom I so loved, had continued in the faith, and how the Jesus I was so privileged to share still made a difference in their lives.  The congregation had diminished substantially over the years, but those who gathered there seemed a happy bunch – even if they were small.  It thrilled me that even though it is difficult to be a confessional Lutheran church in a shrinking rural Canadian town, the saints of God still persevered.  I am SO thankful to God for their faith.

But… even though my heart sang with thankfulness, there WAS also a complaint to God.  Yes, a deep complaint.  A complaint about why I still wasn’t there.  Since my daughter Hannah was blessed to be able to play the organ that morning (it just so happened that the regular organist was in Toronto), we arrived early so she could practice.  The vacancy pastor had given me the key.  I walked up to the door, inserted the key, opened the door, walked in…  and it was JUST like old times.  I was that kid just out of seminary…  with all the energy, gusto, and full head of hair…  This was God’s House!  The song of Jesus would be raised again!  There was much work to be done!  God’s Word was powerful to bring repentance and salvation to the children of God!  My mind and heart was filled with the anticipation of those ancient days:  Preaching, Sacraments, Bible Study, Vacation Bible Schools, Youth Lock ins, Mission trips, Marriages and Funerals!  But no… it was not for me any longer.  It was a trick of the heart.   Even as I surely know how God has blessed the ministry presently in Scranton, my heart still breaks that my work had to have an end in Nipigon among those dear people of God at Immanuel.

It is good to remember how each day of this life is fleeting.  Our opportunities are few to make a difference for God’s Kingdom.  Counting each opportunity precious, we are to call upon the name of the Lord, ask His forgiveness in all of our shortcomings, and commend unto Him any of the small and precious fruit of our ministry. You could say that is the sum of every Christian’s life, but perhaps it is especially the life of the pastor.

I left a portion of my heart in Nipigon.  Someday I will leave a portion of my heart in Scranton.  Heaven only knows if my heart will be divided again.  Until I sing in heaven, my vocation of Pastor will be one which owns a bittersweet and divided heart.

“It is right for me to feel this way about all of you, since I have you in my heart; for whether I am in chains or defending and confirming the gospel, all of you share in God’s grace with me.”  Phil. 1:7    

To God be all the glory.

Principles of Working Together In the Congregation

Working together in the congregation is no easy task.  There is no other institution like it.  It is amazing that God puts up with us – but he does!  He loves to forgive it.  He sanctifies it and shows how only HE can make something good out of something so fallen.  As we struggle through by the Grace of God, here are some things to keep in mind:

  1. The church has ALL KINDS of people.  We don’t work with each other because we like or always get along with each other.  We work together because we have been called by Jesus to be His people together.
  2. We are all on the SAME TEAM.  In the church there is never another “side”.  We are all on Jesus’ side.  He is on our side.  Period.
  3. There is only one enemy of the Kingdom of God that you should acknowledge:  the DEVIL.  Think about that the next time you want to gossip about others.
  4. JUDGING others is easy.  Just remember that you probably have a log in your own eye.  Be humble.  Be free to say you are sorry.  You really can face your sins and be honest because you know Jesus will forgive you.  It is true.  Factual.
  5. Each person is a precious GIFT of God.  Treat them that way.  Carefully.
  6. Each person has FEELINGS and emotional baggage you have no idea of.  Be careful what you say or do toward them.  Encourage them.  Bringing them down is not your job.  Really!
  7. Because Christ FORGIVES us it is our joy to forgive each other. This is most certainly true.
  8. Be LOVING, generous and kind.  Sometimes it is so hard.  Be loving, generous and kind anyway.  It is what Christians do.
  9. Consider it your privilege to INTERPRET the actions and words of others in the kindest way.  There really is no conspiracy against you.  You don’t have to be offended or upset.  Satan tries to convince you it is your right to be offended.  He lies.
  10. Be EXCITED and willing to work together.  Don’t let you own faults or the faults of others keep you from lovingly and faithfully serving the Lord and His church.  You are part of God’s plan of salvation for all people.  There isn’t anything more important!  If you see something that needs to be done – do it!  If you need to ask someone about it – feel free!

His master said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant. You have been faithful over a little; I will set you over much. Enter into the joy of your master.’  – Matt. 25:23

One Donation Leads to Another

60060_1617955289563_1256806397_1677154_2474539_nOver five years ago my good friend Mark Koenig received one of my kidneys.  After much delay here is something of a nice account of our journey together.  We hope that perhaps it can be published somewhere so others can know how blessed it is to give and receive an organ.  Enjoy!

One Donation Leads to Another

by Kristian Bjornstad and Mark Koenig

One evening in February, 2008, after coming home from work building firetrucks, Mark Koenig turned on the evening news.  Headlining the news was the report of an extensive fire in Scranton, PA which destroyed an apartment building and left 13 individuals and families out of a home.  Mark lives in the small township of Jefferson Township, PA, about 15 minutes outside of Scranton along with his wife Kim.  Thankfully no one was seriously injured in the fire, but the neighboring Peace Lutheran Church was working hard to collect household items for the fire victims.  It was reported they would even be willing to come and pick up donations.

This news about a Lutheran church working so hard to help perked Mark’s interest.  Since moving to the community from New Jersey several years previously, he had failed to find a church home.  It had always bothered him because he had been a life long Lutheran.  It was also a fact that he needed to get rid of good furniture that had started cluttering his home.  He talked with Kim and called the number on the screen.

Pastor Kris Bjornstad picked up the phone and was happy to arrange a pickup at the house for the next day.  It was a large donation and Mark kept piling the load higher with everything he could think of which might be good for a new apartment.  Pastor Bjornstad had to make an extra trip to transport everything.  A couple weeks later Mark was in church and happy to have found a spiritual home.  He had been through a lot, knowing how God had saved his life more than once in various situations – and now he knew he was going to need the Lord’s help again!  The doctors had just told him that a hereditary kidney disease was setting in and he would have to be on dialysis very soon.  It felt good for him to be in church again and worshipping his Lord and Savior.

It was just a few weeks after his donation and coming to Peace Lutheran that he started life on dialysis.  Instead of having to go to the hospital for dialysis three days a week for treatments, he decided to try a new technique of “home dialysis” where he had a machine at home where he could be more comfortable.  There were drawbacks, of course, including the fact that you had to do dialysis five days a week for 2-3 hours a day instead of three days a week for 4-5 hours at the dialysis center. But the main advantage was that he could continue to work during the day and do his dialysis during the evenings.  Even though it was nice having dialysis at home, the five days a week grind was extremely limiting on his life.  Treatments never felt good and took a constant toll on his body.  Because dialysis is only a short term treatment the doctors advised Mark to register with the National Kidney Transplant list.

Having Polysistic Kidney Disease (PKD) is not easy to deal with.  Beyond the physical issues of being sick constantly, it takes a large toll emotionally and spiritually.  Mark struggled with questions about life and death and the purposes that God still had for him.  It is hard to think and live positively with the constant dependency on a machine for daily existence.  As willing as she was to do anything for her husband, Kim also suffered immense amounts of stress trying to take care of her husband while working a full time job.  It was her task to prepare the dialysis machine, insert the needles, and make sure that everything was working correctly for her husband.

The weeks, months and years on the transplant list were grueling.  Mark has an O+ blood type, the rarest and most difficult type to match.  After three years of home dialysis with no calls from the Kidney Transplant list, Mark’s cousin volunteered to see if she was compatible for a transplant.   Although she was a match to Mark’s blood type, she was not able to be a donor because of a blood clotting issue.  Through this all, Mark was intent on trusting the Lord to help him in his trials.  He kept a positive attitude and was always glad for the many prayers his family, friends, and the members of Peace Lutheran Church offered up to God for him.


It is often said: “Be careful what you pray for.  You might get it!”  We say that usually in reference to our prayers for ourselves.  But does it not also happen in our prayers for others?  Prayer is a communication with The Lord – and it should be two way.  We need to be listening!  Often times the answer that God is giving to a particular prayer request for someone else is “I am calling you to do my will and be my agent of mercy for that person!”

So it was with Pastor Bjornstad and his prayers for Mark.  Week after week Mark would say that nothing had come of his search for a transplant.  No calls…  Possibilities dashed…  Then one day Mark came with the news that he was enlisting the help of doctors at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, MD.  They had indicated that he might be a candidate for a new type of kidney transplant where donors do not have to have matching blood types.  Now anyone would be a possible donor, and pretty soon the answer to his prayers for Mark became clear.  Previously it was easy to say,  “I don’t have the same blood type as Mark so I can’t make a donation”.  But that was not the case anymore. Pastor Bjornstad became convinced that God was challenging him to put his faith on the line and give up a lot more than he was used to for someone else.

One night he went upstairs and asked his wife Monica what she thought of a kidney donation to Mark.  She was not partial to adventure and risk-taking, so he was surprised and pleased when she agreed to supporting the pursuit!

And so began the adventure of a lifetime with so many rewards.


The screening process for Pastor Bjornstad was initiated and completed.  It involved one trip to Baltimore and a series of tests, none of them burdensome or invasive.  The determination was made that his kidney and his general physical and mental health was satisfactory.  The decision was made to set a date for surgery and initiate the preparations needed for Mark to receive his new kidney.  These preparations were going to be significant, and there was no turning back at that point!

Mark reported to Johns Hopkins Hospital three weeks prior to the scheduled surgery to undergo all the necessary treatments to prepare his body for the incompatible kidney.  These treatments consisted of two processes.  The first  took the blood from his body, filtered it through a special system that removed impurities his kidneys could not.  After that process was complete a second treatment commenced the same day for the purpose of removing his immune system and replacing it with the donor’s immune system (which had been cultured from Pastor Bjornstad’s blood work).  These treatments were four days a week for three weeks while at the same time they juggled his regular dialysis treatments.  This put increased strain on Mark’s body and would make him constantly sick.  He was cared for by his best friend from high school, who lived outside of Baltimore.  Jay and his wife Sarah Cronk provided transportation and housing during and after this whole process.  Without their help this would have not been possible.

The day before the surgery, Mark’s mother, his two sisters, along with his brother, his wife and son, arrived to offer support.  Kim had been coming down on weekends but now had taken vacation time to be there the week of the surgery.  The doctors had been working hard to adjust certain blood level numbers in the days before surgery.  The day before the surgery the numbers had not been to their satisfaction and doctors ordered extra last minute treatments to get the blood levels correct.  It was an exceedingly difficult time, but thankfully, everything came together the morning of surgery.  The lab tests came back with good numbers and the go-ahead was given.  It was a great relief for all involved.

Pastor Bjornstad was unaware of all of these difficulties with Mark’s surgery prep.  Back in Scranton, he was trying his best to avoid thinking too much about the surgery.  In the run-up to the last day, it had always been a matter of “surgery is a ways down the road…”  But the night before the surgery came it no longer “it is a ways down the road…”  It was tomorrow!  What was he going to do now?  There was only one thing to keep saying:  “Trust the Lord.”

Pastor Bjornstad woke up at 3am after a fitful sleep, two members of the congregation were waiting outside his door to take him to Baltimore.  It was difficult because no one knew whether they should talk about the surgery, or if a discussion about the weather was better.  It was a very long four hour trip!  Arriving safely in Baltimore, Cy and Mike helped bring in Pastor Bjornstad’s suitcase and made sure he was through the registration process and settled in the hospital room before they said their goodbyes and headed back to Scranton.


Up to now, Mark had always displayed an upbeat attitude, trying not to show too much anxiety over the impending surgery.  It was only hours before the surgery when he started to show true emotions regarding the severity of the surgery.  He took comfort in the love and encouragement of his family.

At this point, it needs to also be said that Pastor Bjornstad’s outlook had certainly clouded.  He had imagined and prepared himself for the probability that he would not feel so charitable at this moment before surgery.  His expectations were correct.  He couldn’t stop saying to himself: “Is this REALLY what I want to do?  Perhaps I should just go home right now.  I don’t really have to do this.”  Having all these doubts going through his mind, he called a nurse and asked if he could see Mark.  Arrangements were made and he was brought to Mark’s room.  Also present in the room with Mark was his mother, his sister and his wife Kim.  Pastor Bjornstad will always remember how there was instant peace in his heart as Mark’s mother expressed how much it meant to her that her son was going to receive a new kidney.  There was no question now.  It was all truly a blessing to be able to share what God had given in abundance.  A prayer and hugs were shared by all.  The final preparations for surgery commenced with much joy and confidence.  Also giving him much comfort was a hand-made blanket sewn by the Peace Lutheran Church Parish Nurse with this prayer on it:

Dear Lord,

You are the Light of the world.

We lift up to you Pastor Kris, our Shepherd, who teaches us about your Light and helps us to live in Your Light.

Please bless him and keep him in your care, and be in the hands and labors of all who care for him.  Amen.


Mark woke up from surgery on the day of his 48th birthday and was glad to see his family members and friends with the news from his doctors that everything went very well.  But he knew that there would be struggles ahead.  The risk of rejection is higher with a non-compatible kidney transplant.  After a two week stay in the hospital Mark was released to stay at his friend’s house and for the next two months while he had to make frequent returns to the hospital for check-ups.  Finally the doctors were satisfied with his kidney function and he was released to return home to Scranton the day before Thanksgiving to continue his recovery under the auspices of local Scranton doctors.  Even as joyous as that return home was, dangers had not passed completely.  After six months tests came back indicating that the kidney was experiencing rejection and Mark had to go to Baltimore again for special treatments.  The rejection was controlled, and since then there has not been another incident.

Pastor Bjornstad’s recovery from surgery was much easier.  After some minor setbacks in recovery, he was back home five days later with his wife and four daughters.  Within six weeks he was back to his regular work schedule, and it wasn’t too much longer that all physical effects from his grand adventure of faith disappeared, except that his one remaining kidney actually grew in size to help compensate for the one missing!  The doctors expect that even with one kidney functioning normally, he should not expect any problems with kidney function unless he lives well into his nineties.  That chance is a small price to pay for many years of full life for Mark.


Mark’s faith in God, the comfort of his church family, along with his wonderful family and friends, made this journey a growing personal experience.  The freedom and new life that his new kidney gave him was like being literally born again.  As a Christian he believes that he was born into this world at first, then born into the family of God in baptism, and now he has been given even another life!  He still has to live with certain health issues.  The kidney disease destroyed his Pancreas and his diabetes needs to be controlled.  Of course he must take anti-rejection drugs for the rest of his life.  But compared with the previous dread of living at the edge of life and death, he is exceedingly blessed, and he thanks the Lord every day.  Mark’s new kidney has given over five years of good service and the doctors are hoping for a good fifteen or maybe twenty years before the strain of living in a body not its own will take its toll.  At that point he will be having to look for another donor unless the miracles of God through modern medicine find another way to health.


Mark will most likely need a second kidney in the future, but many thousands of others are still desperately waiting for their first kidney transplant.  Becoming a donor is a once in a lifetime opportunity to participate in God’s miracles of healing.  It is easy to make your body eligible for donation after you die, but there are great blessings in being a living donor.  Firstly, live donation organs are usually in much better health and last longer than organs donated after death.  The second blessing is that the donor gets to know and enjoy the fruits of the donation.  It is such a joy for Pastor Bjornstad to know Mark as a friend and see him in the pew and be encouraged by his faith and work in the congregation.  He can see, demonstrated in real life, that scripture is true and that it is indeed better to give than to receive.  We encourage everyone who reads this story to consider being a donor.  It is true that not everyone can be a donor because of various health and life circumstances, but for many, young and old, there are opportunities to become a living donor.  Pray to the Lord for his guidance and courage in becoming a donor.

As we know in the life of Christ, and even as we can see in the simple act of giving away furniture to families in need, one donation leads to another!

You can find out more about living donations today by going to  You can find out more about incompatible blood donations at

Two Kingdoms Distinguished

Jesus said [to Pilate], “My kingdom is not of this world.  John 18:36

Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ.

I don’t know about you, but my brain has been overloaded lately with a politicking that has never been seen or experienced here in the United States before.  We might despair of all hope if it were not for our Savior.

As a pastor and as a church we are obviously bound to not be partisan in the back and forth of this divided nation.  We fully understand that Christians can and do take different positions on the affairs of the nation – and we need to be generous to those who think and believe differently.  We give wide berth to each other in love because the bible does not specify how a nation is to be taxed, built, defended, etc.  These are the affairs of what we call the “Kingdom of the Left”.  These issues are to be dealt with through reason.  But as we all know, even as husband and wife, we often find our reasoning to be different on even daily life.  We need to learn how to understand and live with each other peaceably.

But this does not mean that the church should have no voice in the affairs of the nation.  In fact, even as we ought not take political “sides” and voice any specific support for a party or candidate, the church IS to be the judge of the affairs of the nation when it comes to issues of right and wrong, issues of morality, and issues concerning the “Order of Nature” that God ordained for human society in its creation.  Our Lutheran Church Missouri Synod has taken public stands on three important issues:  Sanctity of Life, Sanctity of Marriage, and most recently, the Freedom of Religion. We are free to speak to the issues of morality.  And we do this apart from any political flag waving.

We do recall in these difficult days how the scriptures call on Christians to pray for our governments – so that peace may reign and that the Gospel can be preached.  (1 Timothy 2:1-3)  We most definitely need to be diligent in our prayers, asking the Lord to give us His wisdom as His people.  We need it as we endeavor to be active participants in our democratic governments.

Perhaps the most difficult thing we struggle with these days is despondency, anger and frustration with our failed governments and politics.  How important it is for us as Christians to understand this mess that we have made for ourselves as sin.  How beautiful it is for us to be able to pray “Lord Come Quickly” to save us!  How precious it is for us to know that our Lord Jesus took the long hard road to Calvary and the cross to save horrendous sinners like we see ourselves to be in these evil days.  We are all in this together.  It is all our fault.  We pray “Lord have Mercy, Christ have Mercy, Lord have Mercy” for good reason.  We praise God that His “Kingdom of the Right” is not of this world.

May we truly bow our hearts to the Lord this Lent as we view the sinful terror of His crucifixion.  May we exalt in the victory over all sin in the glory of that same death and the power of His resurrection.  To God be all the Glory.

My Sister Priya’s Funeral

11219073_10152742496397301_2075473635208849002_nThe last couple weeks have been difficult for our family. We do need your prayers. My sister Priya, of 43 years, took her life. She has always struggled, and there were many factors over the last weeks that led her to despair over her life. We are grieved, but not without hope in Jesus. During the funeral, the pastor of Redeemer Lutheran Church in Willmar, MN allowed me to address the congregation. I appreciated his allowance, and I wanted to share my message with any readers as well.

Thank you, pastor Greg, for letting me take a few minutes to share some words with the congregation here gathered on this difficult occasion.

Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ.

On behalf of our family, and from my heart I would like to share a few thoughts.

First of all: Thank you. Thank you for being here to support our family, yes. But we want to say thank you for more than that. We want to say thank you for your love for and friendship toward Priya. The economy of her heart was huge. She gave so much. She was, in so many ways, an overflowing fountain of God’s love. We all were amazed and thrilled by how God blessed us through her. But the needs of her heart were great as well. She needed your love and care, and you were there for her in so many ways day in and day out over so many years. Her friends here at Redeemer, her JOPPA friends, and so many others, were the currency of her life. You meant the world to her. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Every act of kindness and love toward her is not forgotten, not by us, not by Priya, and certainly not by the Lord.

Priya, as you know, did not have an easy life. At about the age of one year, she was left by her parents on the steps of a South India hospital.  Sick with Polio, she was taken in by nurses and cared for – and eventually came to our family. But that was just the beginning of many challenges. Her burdens were many. Some burdens you know. Some we know. Many only God knows. Ultimately it is impossible for us to truly know the secret despair of her heart and how the devil so cultivated it in her mind. The terror of our sinful condition can be overwhelming for even the most faithful among us. From what we can know, it seems like her despair overwhelmed her last Monday evening and she took her life. This is so devastating. But it puts us all on our knees and we cry out “Lord, have mercy on us all.” We look to Jesus, the Good Shepherd and say as we all walk through the valley of this shadow of death: “Lead us to the green pastures and still waters… show us the goodness and mercy that follows us all the days of our lives… lead us to dwell in your house forever.”

We might find ourselves today remembering Priya’s life by the manner of her death. May it not be so! Her sin was great. But dear friends in Christ, let this remembrance of Priya’s death be drowned in her baptism and buried with Christ in his tomb. Our lives as Christians are not defined by our sins. Our lives are defined by the victory of Christ Jesus our Lord, risen from the grave and ascended. Our lives are defined by HIS love and forgiveness, not by our doubt and sin.

We all love to see the picture of the little girl walking with her father, reaching up and clinging to his one finger. Every father treasures these times – and this image is what we often imagine our relationship with our Heavenly Father to be. But in real life it is not enough – either with our earthly father or heavenly father. In the safe gardens of life a father can enjoy that little hand gripping his finger. But when there is danger, or a busy street needs to be crossed, that little girl’s grip is not enough. Her father will immediately reach down and envelop her whole hand with his firm grip and bring her to safety.

Dear friends, I was there when Priya was Baptized and stepped into eternal life. I was there when she was adopted into the Family of God and when her Heavenly Father received her. You and I are witnesses to her confession of Christ and her love for Him. We know how she clung to her Heavenly Father’s finger. But in the storm of life and in her weakness her grip slipped on the finger of her Heavenly Father. But thanks be to God our relationship is not defined by our weak faith and sins. Her Heavenly Father’s firm hand has gripped hers and HE carried her to the safety of His bosom.

This is no wish upon a star. This is the firm promise of God in Jesus Christ, crucified for sinners. Blessed be the Lord.

Grace, mercy and peace be unto you all the days of YOUR life. Thank you again for your love and care.

Supporting our Police: Necessary but Conditional

On the anniversary of the Ferguson, MO riots, our country continues to grapple with not only race relations, but the relationship between citizens and their police officers. It cannot be underestimated how important a well supported police department is to the peaceable functioning of our communities and democratic nation.

What is it that contributes to good relationships between citizens and police? Probably the most important element is a citizen body that is honorable and respectful in itself. A big question these days is if citizens of this nation are able to give respect to anyone, much less a police officer. God save us.

Another element is good government. The police force is the enforcement arm of the government. If citizens are convinced governments are trustworthy and the laws just, they will be supportive of the enforcement of that government and law. God save us.

A third condition of a supported police department is a well-trained and honorable officer core which never takes the support of the community it serves for granted. While it is true that citizens need to remember that police officers are human beings and will make mistakes, it is also true that there should be no rest for a police department in their quest to be the best and most honorable force possible. There is no substitute for a humble, wise, and exceptionally well trained officer who is bred to be a true servant of the community and its citizens. The slightest hint of a corruption, corrupted ego, or racism should never be tolerated in an officer.

The civilian must respect the officer of the law. The officers of the law must be respectable. Like a marriage, both must do their duty faithfully for justice and peace to be rightly preserved in our communities. God help us.