Get to Know Adam, He Makes Life Better

 And now, for the one who made me a middle child. You know I’d love to stay here and brood on that for a while, but many of you seem to find my birth order bitterness to be distasteful. I’ve been chewing that middle child resentment cud for almost 40 years and I find it delicious.

In truth, as you take in the views of these wonderful people with whom I share roots, you’ll quickly realize I have no grounds for resentment.

If you’ve been following this Aspen Grove of mine, you’ll remember Adam. Adam Robert Hershey, the one who scarcely escaped the Butt-First Bandit attack. If you’re not familiar, go read the post about Julie.

So far I’ve been able to pin up a metaphor to represent each individual from my perspective: Sarah—an African Violet, Wes—a lighthouse, Julie—a solar lamp.

But is there an adequate metaphor for my younger brother? 

Adam’s like Swedish infrastructure, he’s sound and efficient. No, that’s too much high-brow sophistication for Adam. 

Let me try again. Adam is a precise accounting ledger, stable and reliable. No, he’s not that boring.

He’s a tie clip, he’s put together and timeless. I can’t use this one, Adam has way too many tank tops in his wardrobe to be considered classic and timeless.

Adam’s a bridge. Yes this is the one. Adam is a bridge. But a bridge with contemporary architecture. Yes, and the bridge fulfills its purpose well because it connects a wide variety of people. Oh, and the bridge is never down for construction or maintenance, it just quietly does what it is supposed to. This bridge has the perfect amount of clear signage that helps you get exactly where you’re going. The traffic pattern is so safe and comfortable. And lastly, this bridge just wants you to enjoy your journey. It’s not trying to rack up all the bridge accolades, it doesn’t need to be known as the longest or the oldest. It doesn’t want you making a big deal about it; we can just agree it’s the best bridge! 

It’s humbling when as the older brother, I realize my younger brother carries more of the wise and leading “older brother” persona than I do.

For example:

I had just received a huge styrofoam airplane for my 12th birthday. You could throw it and it would glide for days. Adam and I ran out to the front yard and were enjoying launching it to each other across the property. One thing styrofoam doesn’t handle well is wind. I threw it to Adam, a gust of wind sent it abruptly off course and directly in the path of a huge truck, barreling down the street at 55 mph. It was one of those jacked up trucks with six wheels. You know the ones, where your sleeves must be cut off your shirt in order to drive it.

This truck obliterated my plane and threw styrofoam everywhere, like we were inside a shaken snow globe. For some reason, my initial response was fear. I ran inside and locked myself in my room. I was scared this sleeveless, cornfed monster of man was going to come after the owner of that styrofoam plane. The worst part is that I encouraged my little brother to follow me in my fear. Adam’s cautious, but not irrationally. If it wasn’t for me he probably wouldn’t have fled from conflict. He wouldn’t have made assumptions about someone based on the car they drive, although I’m fairly certain this trucker owner’s arms have never been covered by sleeves. That truck driver never did come hunt me down. And thankfully, Adam never did learn my example of cowering.   

Similar to him being a bridge over unpassable land, Adam is a “Get-To” Guy. He sees opportunity in everything and rarely acts out of obligation with a “have-to” attitude. Let me provide some examples of how Adam has done this through his life.

“I get to save money and set up my future by earning credits at a community college before going off to a university.”

“I get to antagonize my older siblings.”

“I get to build relationships and support my coworkers.”

“I get to coach my son’s soccer team when no other parents offered.”

“I get to protect and provide for my family.”

This attitude of gratitude is why I’ve never seen Adam overtaken by life’s circumstances or even having the slightest experience of defeat. 

He’s always been interested in family history and has been quick to ask parents and grandparents questions about their life. Adam’s always been intrigued by how our ancestors have dealt with their trials and difficulties. There’s a study that’s shown a strong correlation between a child’s understanding of their family history and that person’s emotional well-being.

Sometimes, if you’re extremely fortunate, you’re blessed with a younger sibling that becomes a model and example for his elder. Thanks Adam, you make my life better! 

Get to Know Julie, She Makes Life Better

My brother, early in his teenage years, sat comfortably in the living room. On this dark evening he thought he was nestled in the safe and secure confines of our home. He had a view of both the front door and back sliding glass door. He assumed they were locked. His misperceived safety led to what would become the most threatening encounter ever to be experienced inside that home.

As my brother sat diligently focused on the homework in his lap, the backdoor slowly slid open without a sound. Not so silently, a figure broke through the shadows of the open door. The intruder came through backwards, intentionally hiding their identity. The helpless teenage boy let out an audible gasp of desperation. His schoolwork tumbled to the floor as his body collapsed submitting to the overwhelming fear.

The invader fully breached the home’s boundary with adrenaline filled breathing. At this moment my brother realized the burglar or murderer (who could know their intent) was not alone. This unscrupulous person continued laboriously backward toward this helpless boy. 

In an attempt to eliminate confusion, my brother’s full name is Adam Robert Hershey. The uninvited visitor turned around and Adam Robert Hershey was now face-to-face with his fate. Completely through the shadows and in plain view, now stood his older sister Julie and the big potted plant she pulled in from the deck, protecting it from the nearing frost. Adam was relieved, but mostly embarrassed to discover the threatening “Butt-First Bandit” was his harmless sister.

The reason I still laugh about this story is because my sister, Julie, could not be less threatening. Adam’s experience is a stark contradiction to the experience anyone has had interacting with Julie. She makes life better!

Julie continues to be the rare combination of smart and wise. She’s quick to think, analyze and consider. She’s slow to judge and critique. I consider myself a thinker like my sister, but she’s much better at it. I’ve seen her grow and learn from experiences without feeling a need to prove it to anyone. My approach is much different. I’ll let you know if I’ve learned something that you might find impressive—hence this 10 year old blog.

Julie is a solar lamp. She takes in information and light from the True source and uses it to create and share her own warm glow.

Legend has it that one of Julie’s first words was “calculator”. Well, she is the first born, and my parents tracked her every move, so that’s more likely fact than legend. I love this tidbit about her because the things she does go through careful calculation and discernment. Her baking follows the same rules, which is another major way she makes my life better! Those New Year’s Day brunches are a can’t miss, even if you’re sleepless and hungover. The only thing that goes against this standard of calculation is her choice of futbol fandom. She’s a Tottenham supporter and I can’t figure out why. I’ve read once that Tottenham fans have the ability to love well without expecting love in return. In this sample size of one, I’d say that’s true. 

She’s reliable and trustworthy with an unshakeable moral compass. We went to Sesame Place Themepark and my parents quietly asked Julie to tell the ride attendants that she was a year younger than her real age, allowing her to go on all the rides with Adam and me. I have to think this white lie still haunts her. Her loyalty was challenged by Sesame Street in another way too. Julie has always been a girl excited to read and learn. Sesame Street put out a book starring Grover titled There’s a Monster at the End of This Book. Every page brings Grover pleading with the reader, stacking bricks, playing clever mind games, doing whatever it takes to get the reader not to turn another page. This had to be a monumental inner struggle for Julie. I’d like to think she was never able to finish that book. Spoiler Alert: I’m here to tell you Julie, it turns out Grover is the Monster at the end of the book.   

I love my sister. That is all. Not, I love Julie because everyone’s supposed to love their sister. Or, I love my sister, but…

Just, I love my sister because she makes life better 

Get to Know Wes, He Makes Life Better

This is a toughie due to the many potential pitfalls. I’m a dad on a bragging broadcast about my son—bad look. I’m a dad publicly boasting about my preteen, self-conscious kid—the worst look for a middle schooler. But, I have to tell you about this sapling in my Aspen Grove that adds vitality, vigor, and worth to my days! So here’s my solution: I’m sticking to the prompt, “Get to know Wes, he makes life better.” I’m simply sharing what I’ve learned from this boy, and Wes gets to continue his life in middle school with minimal embarrassment and a mostly intact reputation. Unfortunately he has a dad writing a blog about him. Of course some embarrassment will ensue.

I’ve learned to laugh at anything! I didn’t need much help with this. I think a lot of things are funny, but Wes has helped me realize that everything can be funny. He can’t help but fall into laughter when we joke him out of a grumpy mood. I love the unstifled laugh, the can’t catch your breath laugh, bent over, stumbling around laughter.

“What’s so funny, Wes?”

All you get in response is a squinting, teary eyed shake of the head—unable to even spit out a single sound. If you raise your nose above potty humor and private parts jokes, we’ll just assume you’re trying to sniff a fart.

Wes continues to teach me that being empathetic is costly, but worth it. He’s shown me that exercising empathy is to live a rich life. 

As a Cleveland Browns fan, I live by the motto misery loves company. So I had a hard time processing the exchange when Wes said to me, “I want the Bengals to win this playoff game and go to the Super Bowl because that would make Uncle Ryan and Cole (his cousin) happy.” Here’s what would make me happy: the Bengals lose, so at the next family get together I’m not the only one sulking about my terrible NFL team. Don’t worry, Wes is still working on me.

Wes is a lighthouse. A help and a guide, but also vulnerable and exposed. Shine on, Wes!

How about the painful side of empathy? So many times Wes has witnessed someone being mistreated. He’ll come home devastated by the injustice, hurting with the victim and dumbfounded by the offender. Connecting with others on such a deep level is exhausting, but rich. The other two people I live with have empathy endurance. I can 50 yard dash empathy with the best of them: “Sorry things suck for you, I know how it feels.” Yada, yada, yada, “I gotta go.” My tendency is to flee from others in trouble or conflict. Through his example, Wes continues to show me how to stick around for others in need. Wes excels at the immeasurables and I find such joy in it.

I’m quick to associate youth behavior with stupidity and recklessness, but what if I allow Wes and those his age to open my eyes to God’s splendor. Being a teacher, I’ve been trained to intervene and make use of every possible teachable moment. Do you know how many teachable encounters I have each day? I’m with middle schoolers—at work and at home. The teachable moments are endless! 

But God has recently been teaching me to lay off. He’s been telling me, “I don’t need you to stand in for me constantly, wagging your finger while instructing Wes how to live.” No one wants to follow that. Instead, I’m going to follow the advice author John Green received while he was serving as a hospital chaplain, “don’t just do something. Stand there.” 

That’s what I get to do; I stand here and watch Wes live. If he needs me, I’m standing here, and he knows that. And when he doesn’t need me I’m standing here, and believe me, he knows that too! God’s beginning to get his message through to me. I’m not charged with fixing this world for Wes. 

What a blessing, to see a sapling rise and expand in my Aspen Grove! 

My Aspen Grove

Get to Know Sarah, She Makes Life Better

Do your life a favor and marry a therapist. Not just any therapist, preferably a counselor who passionately desires to make the lives around them better. 

My wife, Sarah, is intentional about progress. Progress in love, contentment, faith, healing, and restoration. She’s passionate about journeying everyday life with her husband, so much so that he becomes an exceedingly better human each day. I’m not sure if compound interest applies to positive relationship experiences, but even if it doesn’t, I’m minimally about 6,400 times better because of my wife—assuming 1x for each day we’ve been together.

Case in point:

Sarah encouraged me to take our son on a brunch date on a day we’d be home while she was working. I truly believe that some of the most exciting decisions I’ve made in life are about food, and today we were quick to choose First Watch, a favorite diner of ours. Wes and I rarely spoil an opportunity to eat out. We made sure not to eat anything all morning and when we finally got out the door at 10:30 our bellies were rumbling. We weaved through the lobby crowd and approached the hostess to get the news we’d suspected. “It’ll be about 45 minutes.”

We checked out nearby restaurants, but ultimately decided that First Watch was worth starving for. Finally after the hostess’s surprisingly accurate wait-time prediction, I received a text stating our table was ready. I noticed I was irritable and anxious as we entered the restaurant. People were in our way and my son wasn’t being assertive enough. I opened doors and pushed through the crowd. We sat. Our waters, juice, and coffee arrived. With it also came reflection and self-awareness. Being hungry was not an excuse for being a jerk. 

I apologized to Wes for treating him harshly as we entered the First Watch lobby and told him how thankful I was that his mom had taught us to recognize our feelings, accept them, sit with them, and move forward with them.

Sarah’s an African Violet. She’s soft, comforting, and attractive, with an understated shine.

This is a short and simple snapshot of Sarah’s impact on me. 

Without 6,400 hundred days spent with my loving partner, who knows what irrational response Hanger would have festered that day. I’m fairly certain it would have been internalized frustration and anger, blaming all of the circumstances we had no control over that day. Maybe I would have even blamed Sarah for suggesting we go out to eat for brunch on a holiday. How dare she suggest such a thing! 

You see, Sarah keeps making my life better.

Sarah safeguards our marriage, relentlessly. Good partners ask tough questions. Like just yesterday over dinner she asked me, “How would you define passion?” Then she followed it up with, “So what are you currently passionate about?” 

Unfortunately she’s married to a man whose response was, “Depending on your definition, I’m not sure I am passionate about anything.”

It’s remarkable that Sarah can ask peeling questions and also be so easy to be with. She prompts us to go to bed early, so we can simply read our books side by side. We take a lot of walks through the neighborhood together, so much so that neighbors joke that we record a street blotter.  

The words on this screen don’t do her justice, so If you ever get the chance, ask Sarah what she thinks of the weather. You won’t end up talking about the weather and you’ll be thankful for the dreary winter day that gave you a life changing conversation starter.

(For the record, I did not write this in hopes that Sarah will approve my purchase of a new golf club. Although if this piece does produce a driver or putter, every look at that new golf club would be a testament to the abundant ways she makes my life better!) 😉

What the World Needs Now

What the World Needs Now is COMPASSION.

The world is sideways, or backwards, or upside down. It’s anything but righted and balanced. I guess we’re all dealing with a severe case of vertigo; which I understand as a miserable condition. It’s debilitating not knowing which way is up. But I’m encouraged after being in school for about a month and a half now. I can proudly say the school district I work in has been a solid example of compassion and grace. Compassion and grace for the struggling family; for the stressed teacher and for the scared student there has been compassion and grace. 

Image by James Chan from Pixabay

But how has there been such a positive response amid negative events?

We’ve had ears to hear.  Ears to hear—a calming cure for our American vertigo.

You can only have compassion and empathy for the stories you choose to hear. 

Of course the earthly view has always conflicted with God’s, but currently the conflict seems blatant. James 1:19-20 reads, “know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, and slow to anger; for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God.” Do you see the evidence of the world’s backwardness in this verse?

Now is a time for ears to hear. Much of Proverbs is simple wisdom; 18:13 says, “if one gives an answer before he hears, it is his folly and shame.” Folly and shame have helped turn this world sideways. 

How do I know this works? In my school’s current hybrid model of schooling most of my classes are less than 10 students. I have no choice but to hear my students as individuals. In classes of 20+ a teacher loses not only physical space but more importantly relational space. Having this opportunity has been a huge blessing to everyone involved.

I treasure all of the “But God” moments. If I had to sum up the history of Earth’s people in two words I would choose “But God.” The people went away blazing their own path of destruction, But God did not give them what they deserved when they turned to Him in desperation. The people saw something shiny and recklessly followed it, But God showed them compassion and grace once again as they turned back to Him in desperation. Repeat, repeat, repeat. You get the idea. But God chooses to hear us even when we’re not easy to listen to. We all have certain people for whom we’ve lost our ears to hear them. We’ve grown exhausted and “stiff-necked”; only hearing opinions we can identify with. 

The road to compassion and grace is short, but far from easy. 

We’ve got a pretty mighty example to follow, and it goes like this:

(1)When people called for God’s ear in distress, pain, or brokeness, He did not worry if they’d turn on Him or burn Him in the future. (Compassion takes a wreckless love.)

(2)He listened. (Not to prove them wrong, but to hear their story.)

(3) He had compassion on them and responded in grace

I’ve failed at these three steps with dear family and friends, so how do I stand a chance of approaching others with compassion?

We might gain a little perspective in knowing that the Hebrew root for the word compassion is womb. A visible, vulnerable life needing care and nurturing. Approach others knowing there is a story of human fragility.   

Compassion should be our mission; meaning we’re pursuing others to understand their story. Too often we dismiss their true story, sending it away and replacing it with a version we can make more sense of. Ironically “mission” and “dismiss” use the same root. 

Mission: sent for a purpose.

Dismiss: send different ways; abandon.

Can we make it our mission to have ears to hear, for dismissive behavior fosters oppression.

The Trapeze Act: Schooling during a pandemic

As an educator, blogger, and a believer it’s probably a good time for me to share some ideas I have about this school year. I hope this doesn’t add to the chaotic noise that fills today, but may it greet you as a whisper of encouragement.

I was given an image this morning. A trapeze artist hanging in the air. Waiting to be caught by their partner. No net far below — nets are for rookies. And don’t forget the enormous audience watching. Most of the audience is rooting for these two, though there are a few screwy onlookers wondering what failure might look and sound like.  This image embodies the households sending their children to school, or sending them to their computer. Hanging in the air represents the helpless tension I’m feeling as a teacher. And it represents our society right now, doesn’t it?

Though did you notice a little detail about the trapeze spectacle?  The success of a trapeze artist is not self-reliant? They need a partner they can trust. Yet another commonality between being a teacher and a man of faith. Both in the classroom and in my walk with God, I’ve gotten mixed up in the “I’m better off on my own” mentality. We all desire to be self-reliant and avoid all outside forces. Sorry, that’s just not the way life works. Trying to live life in a bubble during Covid has proven one truth: By one’s self, a human is far from good.

Me, as the trapeze jumper

I’m sure there’s a more technical term for the trapeze artist that gets caught by their partner. But since I know no one in the trapeze circle, we’ll refer to this person as the “Jumper.” The Jumper requires faith, trust, and courage. The Jumper gives their partner the benefit of the doubt. The Jumper shuns skepticism and wears a confidence of hope.

I’m going to leap, reach out and hope to be grasped by my students’ families. I’m humbling admitting my incapacity and requesting a partnership. I should have made this decision long ago. For some of us, it takes a pandemic to realize our shortcomings. 

I can’t wait to experience the strong community that we will form!

Me, as the catcher

Again, without access to the circus circles, I’m making it up. The “Catcher” is the strong link who, you guessed it, catches the jumper. The Catcher is strong and aware. The Catcher sees and calculates the different angles and forces. The Catcher gives grace and remains present.

Students and families, this year I vow to never make judgements about your household. We’re facing so many obstacles; I’ll trust you’re doing your best. I will play my part as the Catcher. I will be present with grace and strength, ready to hold you up and give you support at every turn.  

I can’t wait to form an unbreakable bond through authenticity and vulnerability!

As for the audience

Yes, they’ll be watching. There will be some screwy onlookers playing the part of critic. But for us, the Trapeze Artists, we will not be ashamed of our performance this year! We will be strong, authentic, and vulnerable for each other. I mean to wear the Spandex suit of a trapeze artist, we have no choice but to put on these three traits!

This year, you’ll see me jump. This year, you’ll trust me to catch. This year we’ll put on a show for the audience!

Learning at Home – The Right Way

The stay-at-home order, order to homeschool, has brought household dissension. It has parents looking to the summer with a painful grimace, anticipating a fight for routine and responsibility; fending off the zombie persona threatening to take control of their child. I know being your child’s teacher assistant is exhausting and summer doesn’t look like much of a break; as vacations and getaways are being cancelled. What we hoped would be brief is turning into a marathon.

Can I tell you a secret? I can’t wait for my son’s “remote learning” to stop. So we can finally put this online skills-based practice behind us and kick-off a summer of authentic learning! Last night I was laying in bed with my son and we were chatting about our curiosities and all of the knowledge and connections we’d gain this summer.

He said, “Ugh, how much ‘school’ do I have left? I just want to start this now!” I totally agree with his grief. I’m giddy for this opportunity I have to learn and grow beside my family. This stretch of remote schooling has exposed a problem with today’s curriculum. American public schools are mainly focused on developing skills and leave behind the ingredient that adds the fun in learning — exploration. The exploration is where the students gain knowledge and make connections. How many times do I have to read plotless two paragraph stories about Johnny and Patty to show you I can find the main idea? Too much of this and the joy of learning is snatched away. How many of us can’t wait to get to summer, so we can start the real learning? 

I won’t geek out about my interest in curriculum design but basically all of these ideas are summarized in the book The Knowledge Gap: The Hidden Cause of America’s Broken Education System – and How to Fix it. This book goes a little overboard but it makes the valid argument: school’s are neglecting content knowledge in order to teach and practice skills. There’s been many studies that have shown background knowledge to be critical for a learner’s understanding. Sorry, I couldn’t help but delve in to this issue a little.

Lead a Summer of Learning

 Curiosity drives learning and one interest leads to the next. As you make connections across disciplines, a broad knowledge gained.

Here’s our plan:

  1. Start with an interest. 

Wes recently read a graphic novel about a civil war battle. So we’re going to dig in and discover everything we can about the causes of the war and the developments of it. 

2. Explore questions.

Being a teacher I have so many resources and tools that will deepen our learning. I share many of them at the end!

3. Branch to other disciplines.

This is my favorite part! What’s something that interests Wes in the civil war? The weapons, of course. So we’re going to pivot to science and study forces. I thought we’d also use our bow and arrows to explore this concept too. He also has a model rocket we still need to build, which I’m guessing would be an engaging way to learn about force too. 

4. What new interest is sparked?

I can’t wait to see where this learning journey takes us. If we consider the big concept of cause and effect there are so many different paths we could travel. Being an English language arts teacher, I’m sure we’ll squeeze in some time to study plot. If curiosity and exploration lead the way, then joy will follow.

Trough of Resources

 We’ll start with an overarching text that will give us a base camp of familiarity with the topic. https://www.coreknowledge.org/curriculum/ Most of these textbooks have free pdf downloadable versions. I’ve already sent the social studies civil war book and the science forces book to Wes’s Kindle Fire.

If you want to make some current connections to our world newsela.com is a great place to start. Each article they have is offered in about 4 different reading levels. If you’re unsure where to start with your child, you can simply start at Newsela and see which articles they find interesting. https://www.readworks.org/ is another place to find information appropriate for the K-12 student. 

The online resource world can be overwhelming. Start with museums and organizations as those are reliable and during the days of quarantine many have expanded their virtual experience offerings. A social studies teacher friend suggested that I check out Ford’s Theater with my son. We spent a quick hour following the John Wilkes Booth manhunt and we even got to read out of his diary! 

Think about the activities and things you might have present in your house that could demonstrate and develop a deeper learning experience. Or if it’s not at your house, take a little family field trip. Maybe my family will make it to Gettysburg! I look forward to sharing our summer journey. Where will your family’s learning take you?

Excitement in the exploration

I Have No Answers for You

An overly tired child is a dangerous thing. Today was like most summer days for my 9 year old son. After being drenched in an unforgiving sun, his body working in or around water all day, we carried that exhausted sack of potatoes to bed. But a quirky thing happens when his head falls to the pillow. His mind awakens to huge philosophical questions, mature theological wonderings! (Is this normal?)

Tonight as my wife and I desperately waited for his eyes to close and his muscles to rest, his quivering lips stated, “I’m not so sure heaven is going to be such a great place.” Let me remind you, there is never a more fragile being than a child beyond exhaustion. And the boy continued on, “how will heaven be great if I’m there but some of my friends and classmates are not?” My wife looked at me with a cringe; I returned to her a shrug. Though we’ve faced this situation numerous times, we’ve yet to agree on a gameplan. 

I do find us asking him the same thing everytime. “Can we look into this and talk about it tomorrow?” Because what he’s asking for is not a trustworthy answer from his parents. He’s not asking for a quick reassurance. My son is asking for permission and direction in seeking out answers for himself. 

Isn’t this what we wish for our children and students. That they may discover truth and wisdom alongside us.

 

Seek and Find

Good news parents and teachers! There is no need to be an all-knowing fountain of knowledge. There is a need to do two things:

  1. Place before this learner trusted resources. Resources that reveal truths relevant to the student’s curiosities.
  2. Ask the child discerning questions. What does this text tell us about your question? How does this resource relate to your ideas? What new wonders has this new information sprung about?

 

Learning together is the powerful way we’re intended to do life. A student’s wonders should never run dry. If they do, we’ve failed them. 

Teach them to seek and trust they’ll find truth.

 

May you find peace in your process of seeking.

Restoration vs. Disease

How Small Things Become Big Deals

“The Good Ole Days!” A fairly new saying; It’s been used for only the last 300 years. It came about around the same time period that technologies transformed lifestyle. The thing I like best about this phrase, is the sly smile it’s always accompanied with, like the older generation has a secret that the young will never get their hands on. We love to think about the past. I just sifted through a whole Twitter thread about memories we have that the younger generation wouldn’t understand. Paper routes, Ataris, TGIF, and calling Collect. Yes, my “Good Ole Days” aren’t the same as yours but the power of nostalgia allows us all to restore our past. When restoration takes place, it captures only the good. The restorer buffs out each blemish, fixes each flaw.   

Are you the Restorer or the Disease?

Here’s each moment of life summed up into a cute little analogy. We fight to Restore life, community, our world back to its state of pure Goodness. While Disease attacks, attempting to carry us to ruin. In every interaction, we play the role of either Restorer or Disease.

In every interaction we have the power to cause ruin or unity.

Okay, maybe that was a little more serious than it was cute. When we start labeling our interactions as cute and insignificant we encounter the problem. We become the problem, we’re doing the job of the Disease and tearing down Goodness. I play the part of “Disease” too often.

Why are we infatuated with nostalgia and restoration?

Because it offers hope. Notes of peace and goodness amidst a chorus of hurt. Restoration is an intentional process that defeats any failing. When I visualize the spectrum of Good vs. Evil, I see the Good end as restoration.

Restoration is victory. Victorious over evil. Restoration has endured and ultimately conquered every negative force. These forces can be summed up as Disease. Blemishes and flaws don’t just occur, they’re forged by Disease.

The ways of Disease

It’s espionage really. We get inside, claiming good intentions. Then once we’ve earned trust, we have our advantage. Now we have our own Voice and Perspective. Now we have power. Sounds a lot like my role as a teacher, parent, spouse, and friend. I have gathered power in each of those roles.

Be the Cure

Identify the behavior don’t label the being

Just as I don’t want my whole being to be seen as a Disease based on one misstep, I can’t call a child a Distraction, a Liar, or worse because of a misstep. Even a recurring misstep is not an invitation to cause ruin. To become a Restorer I must do better in this way.   

I’ve heard a number of times that the best classroom management technique is engagement. Meaning that when students are engaged in the learning there will be less negative behaviors. This isn’t only true in classrooms. Engage with others in their struggles and you’re doing the work of the Restorer. When I’m working for the Disease I take all my teacher-student problems to the teacher’s lounge and gossip of all the bad behaviors I saw in the classroom. If I’m acting humbly as a Restorer, I confront the issue with the individual graciously and work toward a long-term solution.

The Transformation  

A number of bronze statues across the world are famous for being touched for good luck. This was not the look the sculptor had originally envisioned. But we don’t tear down the whole piece. Instead the imperfections contribute to the beauty. When done right our lives are displayed like a well visited bronze bust. We must give ourselves the opportunity for beauty before tearing down the whole thing.

Because each individual, ourselves is a restoration project. Innately, we know the goodness and beauty for which we’ve been created. Daily we’re offered opportunities.

I see students daily in this struggle between disease and restoration. It’s a fluid spectrum, each side pulls with different strengths at different times.

Celebrate victoriously when an aspect of life is restored. Rejoice when we’re put back in line with the Creator’s intention. Be grateful every time we’re made aware of a misstep.

Usually disease attacks the victim. “She’s been stricken with illness.” “He’s having another bout with cancer.” Our cure and restoration is beyond our doing. Healing requires guidance. Healing requires community. Full restoration relies on a group fighting for the sufferer.

Because a restorer not only fixes but maybe more importantly protects and prevents from future damage. The last step of a restoration project is the seal. Guard that baby for good!

“Finally, brothers and sisters, rejoice! Strive for full restoration, encourage one another, be of one mind, live in peace. And the God of love and peace will be with you.”   –2 Corinthians 13:11

Called to Love: A Season of Hope

“You little jerk.”

“Are you kidding me right now?”

“Wow, you’re really good at ticking me off!” (Fists clenching)

“What in the world were you thinking!”

Embarrassingly, I’ve thought each of these things in response to my students. In the last week. Some just yesterday.

It’s obvious I can have an unloving heart in my classroom. When these thoughts raid my mind, I’ve stolen a child’s hope. While a teacher’s ONE job is to provide hope, I’ve managed to steal it.

A Step Further

What happens when these thoughts become a mainstay, creating a calloused and hard heart. What if I acted on any one of these thoughts? Simply let a phrase slip from my lips. Let an aggressive sense flow through my hands. It’s frightening how easily that could happen. That quick.

We’re a fragile, weak creation. For some reason the Creator placed His treasures in jars of clay (2 Corinthians 4:7). We each are easily broken but contain extraordinary potential!

 

Called to Love, Providing Hope

I’m so thankful for the advent season. Dwelling on these historic truths softens my heart and puts me back together; This allows me to do my ONE teaching job well.

Coincidently the first theme of  advent is hope. I’m reminded how important hope is for a person’s well-being. My hope is found in a quiet presence filled with love and grace, brought forth from a silent and holy night.

To perform my job well I must be a loving and gracious presence. I can’t do this completely without my divine help. Might I even love my students recklessly! Loving without expecting positive returns. When we expect certain returns in this world we’re setting ourselves up for hurt.

As we dwell on the truths of the season may the treasures inside us make us beautiful jars of clay! Merry Christmas!

Reckless Love by Cory Asbury:

O Holy Night by Hillsong Worship