Took the dog out for a Christmas run today. It was definitely her favorite present and it gave me time to think. It has been a strange week, filled with reminders of the finite nature of this world and the thin line between life and death. It brought together some things in my mind that have been bouncing around for weeks now but not really gelled into coherent thoughts. Hopefully this will be coherent.
As God has been working on me in the past several months, I have had to determine what it is I truly value, where I find my meaning and purpose. While I have never been terribly committed to their teaching, this has brought a new awareness of prosperity preachers and a revulsion to the message they promote. So I want to raise a few questions, some from real-life circumstances, others just true to experience, to illustrate what I think are the shortcomings in this belief system.
If we believe that health and prosperity are the direct result of having the right faith in God, how do we comfort the college student who goes from healthy and happy one day to hospitalized and in need of a kidney transplant the next? What do we say in answer to her questions about the goodness of God when she has lived the Christian life as she has been taught it and now, with a recent engagement and in the middle of the Christmas season, life is turned upside down and she is forced to deal with her own mortality and the possibility of a chronic medical condition which places unnatural limits on her life?
If we believe that those who truly love God and give generously to his church will be given everything they need financially, what is our response to the 62 year old doctor who has foregone the country club and extravagant vacations to give to the poor and do medical mission trips for the last thirty years. What do we say when he tells us he was looking forward to retiring in a couple of years and spending the remainder of his life serving the sick, the poor, the broken and destitute in some of the most poverty-stricken regions of this world, using his knowledge as a doctor and his passion for Christ as a means of bringing hope to the least among us? How do we explain that thirty years of retirement savings have been swallowed up in one quarter of economic downturn and disaster and that retirement for him is now a pipe dream?
If we believe that we really can have our best life now, how do we face a father and his children who have had to say goodbye to their beloved wife and mother on Christmas Day, as she finally was not able to win the battle with cancer. Is there comfort available to them that won't trivialize the suffering that she experienced and the pain they feel so deeply now? What words do we have for the sons who won't have their mother at their high school graduations, to the daughter whose mother will not be here to help plan her wedding, to the husband who will someday hold grandchildren and feel deep sorrow that she cannot be with him to experience this unique and remarkable joy?
Jesus told us that in this world we would face trials of many kinds, that there would be suffering. This wasn't some promise to get us excited to test our mettle against the hardships of life; it wasn't a threat to keep us from stepping over the line and feeling God's wrath as a result of our poor choices and behavior; it is simply a statement of fact. We live in what can best be described as a war zone, where forces beyond our comprehension are at work to bring us into submission and destroy us, while God is meeting them at every turn and fighting on our behalf. Our world is at war and in war, there is suffering. It seems that the greatest pain in war is experienced by those who survive. For those who die while fighting, the war is over. The ones who live through the death and destruction carry scars that remain throughout their lives and the everyday events of human existence can often touch the sensitive spots of those scars and bring great pain from out of the blue. So how dare we make light of the war, the suffering, the scars and pain that others carry with them by implying that if they somehow had only fought their war better, they wouldn't be suffering like this today? Where do we find support for this distorted view of life?
Perhaps the best answer to these difficult questions is in Gabriel's greeting to Mary: "Fear not Mary, the Lord is with you. Blessed are you among women." You see, we have misconstrued God's blessing for American benefits. The real message of Christmas, the true meaning of the kingdom is that the blessing is the presence. While I can't prove this with any linguistic study of ancient texts, it does seem consistent with the pattern of scripture: the blessing of God is that He is with us, not that He gives us stuff. And if that truly is the point of the blessing, it is perfectly rational to say, "Fear not my friends--in sickness and in health, in life and in death, in prosperity and poverty--God is with you. Blessed are you."
Merry Christmas. Jesus is Emmanuel. God is with us. Blessed are we.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
I Love Woodland Hills
Another Sunday, another chance to fall in love. I find myself so excited to get going on Sunday mornings these days that I can barely contain myself. I was nervous that the roads might be bad today and was really glad when they were fine. I honestly don't remember a time when I was just so anxious to get to church on Sundays. It certainly wasn't the case when I was the guy up front. So, why is that?
The gathering area is electric. When we come in on Sunday mornings, the sense of anticipation is palpable. It may not be a place where everybody knows your name, but it certainly does seem that everyone is genuinely glad you're there. Not only that, but it seems that everyone around is glad to be there too. From the greeting at the door, to the small gatherings of people all over the room having intimate (and sometimes boisterous) conversation, to the person handing out bulletins at the entry to the worship area, the whole place just screams: WELCOME HOME!!!
The music is amazing. My heart starts to beat a bit faster when I see Norm head up to the stage area and get things going. There is something about his spirit, his attitude, his openness, that make it a joy to sing along with him. Add to that the fact that there are high-quality musicians up there, but they are not focused on production values, but rather on leading a bunch of people to a better experience with God. I love this. Even when I don't know the songs or am not really into the style (which is pretty rare), I love the feeling of worship with this group of people.
Greg is awesome. I've never been in a church where week after week I find resonance with the preaching. Greg Boyd is an incredible teacher and really smart. He also has a refreshing sense of love for and being loved by God. Add that to the fact that he is willing to be vulnerable and real and to play the doofus at times...I love knowing that this guy is my pastor.
It looks like God here. I look around and see people lost in wonder. I see people of various ages, races, economic standings and cultural backgrounds with this in common: we all meet God here through the worship experience and through the presence of His Kingdom in this body. Today I watched the woman who does the sign language interpretation as she danced while signing. I love that! Then I noticed the guy in the worship choir today who came on stage in a wheelchair and stood to sing with the help of a walker. And this is normal life at Woodland Hills. People dance, they sing, they raise and clap hands, they shout and cheer, they pray and they give. Occasionally they even break into a conga line! I see Jesus here, partying and praising for all he's worth.
I've been at Woodland Hills for about nine months and have seen my faith expand even as my life circumstances become less certain. I am thankful that there is a church like this and that I am fortunate enough to be a part of it.
The gathering area is electric. When we come in on Sunday mornings, the sense of anticipation is palpable. It may not be a place where everybody knows your name, but it certainly does seem that everyone is genuinely glad you're there. Not only that, but it seems that everyone around is glad to be there too. From the greeting at the door, to the small gatherings of people all over the room having intimate (and sometimes boisterous) conversation, to the person handing out bulletins at the entry to the worship area, the whole place just screams: WELCOME HOME!!!
The music is amazing. My heart starts to beat a bit faster when I see Norm head up to the stage area and get things going. There is something about his spirit, his attitude, his openness, that make it a joy to sing along with him. Add to that the fact that there are high-quality musicians up there, but they are not focused on production values, but rather on leading a bunch of people to a better experience with God. I love this. Even when I don't know the songs or am not really into the style (which is pretty rare), I love the feeling of worship with this group of people.
Greg is awesome. I've never been in a church where week after week I find resonance with the preaching. Greg Boyd is an incredible teacher and really smart. He also has a refreshing sense of love for and being loved by God. Add that to the fact that he is willing to be vulnerable and real and to play the doofus at times...I love knowing that this guy is my pastor.
It looks like God here. I look around and see people lost in wonder. I see people of various ages, races, economic standings and cultural backgrounds with this in common: we all meet God here through the worship experience and through the presence of His Kingdom in this body. Today I watched the woman who does the sign language interpretation as she danced while signing. I love that! Then I noticed the guy in the worship choir today who came on stage in a wheelchair and stood to sing with the help of a walker. And this is normal life at Woodland Hills. People dance, they sing, they raise and clap hands, they shout and cheer, they pray and they give. Occasionally they even break into a conga line! I see Jesus here, partying and praising for all he's worth.
I've been at Woodland Hills for about nine months and have seen my faith expand even as my life circumstances become less certain. I am thankful that there is a church like this and that I am fortunate enough to be a part of it.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
The End of the Class as We Know It
We're down to one week and what a journey it has been. Yesterday's class was a great snapshot of what this semester has been and what teaching probably looks like. We went in with a plan and a schedule for the one hour, forty minute classroom encounter. The first five to ten minutes went just about as planned. Yeah, the first 5 to 10 minutes. Then things began to get interesting. The first group was supposed to debrief for about fifteen minutes, but it became a half-hour of digging deeper, helping them to figure out who they have been and become throughout this "family" experience. While it wasn't in our plans, it was a great benefit to the family group and the class. When added to the second family debriefing, about 2/3 of class was gone and we hadn't lectured or discussed the final. And we never did.
One student had a question during the break about how you find things to talk about after you're married. This grew to a discussion with his family group and finally took over the remainder of the class time with the whole class. It was an amazing opportunity to use the things we learned over the course of a semester as a lens through which to view family life in the real world. Not exactly where we intended to go, but what a great learning/teaching interaction.
This means that on Thursday, we have to do a quick walk-through of the final exam so the students can work on the exam together for the rest of the class. Again, not the idea we entered with, but worth it if this class becomes something more than some credits on the transcripts of twenty graduating seniors.
One student had a question during the break about how you find things to talk about after you're married. This grew to a discussion with his family group and finally took over the remainder of the class time with the whole class. It was an amazing opportunity to use the things we learned over the course of a semester as a lens through which to view family life in the real world. Not exactly where we intended to go, but what a great learning/teaching interaction.
This means that on Thursday, we have to do a quick walk-through of the final exam so the students can work on the exam together for the rest of the class. Again, not the idea we entered with, but worth it if this class becomes something more than some credits on the transcripts of twenty graduating seniors.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Reconciliation, Transaction, and Restoration
I am still in the process of writing my thesis. I am researching and writing about reconciliation (more specifically, racial reconciliation) as a rhetorical movement. It is a fascinating study, seeing the ways words create, define, and in many ways ARE a movement. In the course of research, I am reading a book called Hegel's Social Philosophy: The Project of Reconciliation. It is entirely too thick for me, but I do understand about every fifth sentence! This book, however, has prompted me to write what I have been wrestling with for quite some time now--my biblical understanding of reconciliation.
I (believe I) grew up in a church culture that defined reconciliation in transactional terms. Reconciliation is a balancing of the ledgers, making sure that we don't overspend our resources. The act of reconciliation between God and humans in the person of Jesus was simply a deposit into our account to put us at break-even. From there, the important thing in life was to keep my account balanced. When sin goes out, forgiveness must come in or else I will be overdrawn and the fee is really steep! I say I believe this was my church culture because I think there is always the possibility that I misconstrued what I was hearing. This may not have been the intellectual understanding of reconciliation in my group, but it was at least implicit in everything we learned and tried to live.
If reconciliation is transactional, then the goal is "equal rights." If I can, in a very legal sense, state that everyone has the same rights, reconciliation has been accomplished as the ledger is balanced. It doesn't take into account prior inequity but simply brings everything up to date and says, "Start here." Transactional reconciliation assuages the overdrawn by giving them a clean slate, a balanced bank statement. However, it does nothing to address the root of the problem.
I believe more and more that reconciliation is not essentially transactional, but rather is intended to be restorative. Restorative reconciliation intentionally looks at the causes of the imbalance and changes not only the account balance but also the way we think about our "spending." When viewing our relationship with God through this restorative lens, it means going deep into the roots of our separation and breaking down the barriers to heart relationship. When viewing racial reconciliation through this lens, we go beyond simply balancing the ledger. We seek to understand the pain and suffering of our brothers and sisters, to acknowledge and repent of the acts that have contributed to the inequity, and seek to live in ways that bring healing and redemption to both our individual relationships and the systems that create and support brokenness.
I'm not sure this is as clear as I would like it to be, but I hope it is the catalyst for conversation that will contribute to a genuine, passionate pursuit of reconciliation. Reconciliation that begins with Christ and extends to human relationship.
I (believe I) grew up in a church culture that defined reconciliation in transactional terms. Reconciliation is a balancing of the ledgers, making sure that we don't overspend our resources. The act of reconciliation between God and humans in the person of Jesus was simply a deposit into our account to put us at break-even. From there, the important thing in life was to keep my account balanced. When sin goes out, forgiveness must come in or else I will be overdrawn and the fee is really steep! I say I believe this was my church culture because I think there is always the possibility that I misconstrued what I was hearing. This may not have been the intellectual understanding of reconciliation in my group, but it was at least implicit in everything we learned and tried to live.
If reconciliation is transactional, then the goal is "equal rights." If I can, in a very legal sense, state that everyone has the same rights, reconciliation has been accomplished as the ledger is balanced. It doesn't take into account prior inequity but simply brings everything up to date and says, "Start here." Transactional reconciliation assuages the overdrawn by giving them a clean slate, a balanced bank statement. However, it does nothing to address the root of the problem.
I believe more and more that reconciliation is not essentially transactional, but rather is intended to be restorative. Restorative reconciliation intentionally looks at the causes of the imbalance and changes not only the account balance but also the way we think about our "spending." When viewing our relationship with God through this restorative lens, it means going deep into the roots of our separation and breaking down the barriers to heart relationship. When viewing racial reconciliation through this lens, we go beyond simply balancing the ledger. We seek to understand the pain and suffering of our brothers and sisters, to acknowledge and repent of the acts that have contributed to the inequity, and seek to live in ways that bring healing and redemption to both our individual relationships and the systems that create and support brokenness.
I'm not sure this is as clear as I would like it to be, but I hope it is the catalyst for conversation that will contribute to a genuine, passionate pursuit of reconciliation. Reconciliation that begins with Christ and extends to human relationship.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
The Being of Teaching
It is 10:43 a.m. Class begins at 12:35. I sit in the office looking at exam questions, listening to the staff meeting going on outside, drinking coffee and surfing a bit. Why? I have found that this place brings me peace when my insides are in turmoil. Listening to the department faculty discuss all the minutiae that goes into creating a class schedule and the competition with other departments for certain topics and courses, I have to admit I'm glad that I can sit in here and not have to go through that mind-numbing experience every week (at least for now). Still, even if I were required to attend these meetings, I love the teaching setting. I can come in when my anxiety is at its highest and just being present in this place brings me to a calmer, better place.
Today is a challenge that probably shouldn't be a challenge. Our primary purpose today is to review for the exam on Thursday. The students will have a significant portion of time to ask questions and then we will do some non-stress-inducing activity for the remainder of class--probably a video clip that illustrates a facet of family communication. A pretty easy day, but probably the most difficult day for me since the semester began and definitely since Lisa and I took over. I am terrified of answering questions in this class. I am not at all confident in my knowledge and so I anticipate being stumped when we open the floor. While it is a fear that may not have a basis in reality, it is very real in my mind this morning. It is funny, thinking on my feet and thinking out loud in front of people have always been strengths for me, but today I feel very uncertain. If I get through this, a major mental hurdle will have been overcome.
I spotted a job on the website for the state university in my original hometown. It is something that might fit me pretty well as a teacher, although they will definite look at PhD applicants first. That said, I think I might apply just to get my bearings and get my name in the mix. Of course, this means getting the thesis done sooner rather than later. That presents a challenge, but maybe a challenge is what I need right now. Taking the road of non-challenge hasn't accomplished much yet.
So, it is back to work on preparation and then on to class today. One more block in the building of a teacher.
Today is a challenge that probably shouldn't be a challenge. Our primary purpose today is to review for the exam on Thursday. The students will have a significant portion of time to ask questions and then we will do some non-stress-inducing activity for the remainder of class--probably a video clip that illustrates a facet of family communication. A pretty easy day, but probably the most difficult day for me since the semester began and definitely since Lisa and I took over. I am terrified of answering questions in this class. I am not at all confident in my knowledge and so I anticipate being stumped when we open the floor. While it is a fear that may not have a basis in reality, it is very real in my mind this morning. It is funny, thinking on my feet and thinking out loud in front of people have always been strengths for me, but today I feel very uncertain. If I get through this, a major mental hurdle will have been overcome.
I spotted a job on the website for the state university in my original hometown. It is something that might fit me pretty well as a teacher, although they will definite look at PhD applicants first. That said, I think I might apply just to get my bearings and get my name in the mix. Of course, this means getting the thesis done sooner rather than later. That presents a challenge, but maybe a challenge is what I need right now. Taking the road of non-challenge hasn't accomplished much yet.
So, it is back to work on preparation and then on to class today. One more block in the building of a teacher.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Vocation
A couple of weeks ago, I read the book Let Your Life Speak, by Parker Palmer. What a fantastic little book. Last year in The Teaching Craft class, we wrote response papers on the theme of vocation. I wrote with great certainty that not only was teaching not a vocation, but that there really is no vocation for anyone. I would just like to say, I was wrong! Of course, the caveat is that I was wrong because Palmer gave me a new definition and it is one with which I can agree.
Throughout the course of my adult life, I have had numerous jobs and ministry positions. While I have always complained about a lack of fulfillment, particularly in the field of pastoral ministry, one thing has been true. No matter what job or task I take on, I invariably end up using it as a conduit to teach. Teaching is not so much what I do as it is who I am. I love exploring new areas of knowledge with others, be they children, teenagers or adults. There is no rush quite as great as the one that comes when the lights come on in someone's eyes after helping them discover a truth that is new to them. There is nothing in the world like the "aha!" moment.
These two months in a classroom, gaining valuable teaching experience, have done nothing less than confirm my love and passion for teaching. I am honestly not sure what it looks like in the future. Still a little uneasy about the prospects of college teaching...it could kill my family and finances...but I know that whatever career path I pursue from here, teaching has to be at the heart of my occupation. Why? Because "teacher" is more than what I do; it is who I am.
Throughout the course of my adult life, I have had numerous jobs and ministry positions. While I have always complained about a lack of fulfillment, particularly in the field of pastoral ministry, one thing has been true. No matter what job or task I take on, I invariably end up using it as a conduit to teach. Teaching is not so much what I do as it is who I am. I love exploring new areas of knowledge with others, be they children, teenagers or adults. There is no rush quite as great as the one that comes when the lights come on in someone's eyes after helping them discover a truth that is new to them. There is nothing in the world like the "aha!" moment.
These two months in a classroom, gaining valuable teaching experience, have done nothing less than confirm my love and passion for teaching. I am honestly not sure what it looks like in the future. Still a little uneasy about the prospects of college teaching...it could kill my family and finances...but I know that whatever career path I pursue from here, teaching has to be at the heart of my occupation. Why? Because "teacher" is more than what I do; it is who I am.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Where Is My Net?
So the amazing journey has taken its biggest turn to date. Yesterday was my first day of teaching the class with a "replacement" teacher, as the lead/mentor prof had surgery this morning and is out for most of the remainder of the semester. Talk about things that were unforeseen at the beginning of this internship! I have known about it for a while now and have tried to prepare accordingly, but now that the time is here...WOW!
So, Lisa is an experienced instructor and very sharp. She has the knowledge and expertise to finish out the class and do a great job. The only thing lacking for her is relationship with the students. The way this class is designed--as an experiential learning project--makes relationship vital. That is one of the places that I come in. I know the class and have gained a level of trust and respect from the students and knowledge of the students. Together, we have the makings of a decent team.
I am writing the family interactions for now and will be lecturing tomorrow. Because I don't have a "day job" and Lisa's schedule is far more hectic, I'll be keeping some office hours and meeting with students as needed. Already had one meeting yesterday and another scheduled for tomorrow. It is really cool. I spent a lot of energy and adrenaline yesterday and came home on a serious high after what felt like a perfect day. Today, on the other hand, I can barely drag myself around the house and am having difficulty focusing. Like I said, I spent a huge amount of adrenaline yesterday and it is haunting me today. Still, I love what I am doing and look forward to what lies ahead in this internship. I'm guessing it is one of the best teaching internships anyone has ever gotten to experience.
One note about the last post: While I agree with my friend Greg Boyd (gregboyd.org) that the election of Barack Obama to be the next President of the United States is a huge milestone in this country and certainly a reason to celebrate for all people--most especially people of color--I also have seen the ugly racism and hatred that have been simmering under the surface for decades now being laid bare. All one needs to do is read some of the comment forums in newspapers around the country to know that there are people who haven't let go of prejudices and bigotry and that it isn't just out there in the backwoods but it is in the most mainstream places in this country's "heartland." That is why I stated, and still hold to the opinion, that this election has the potential to be an historic launching pad for race relations but it may be the thing that most clearly defines the divisions in this country. I really hope I'm wrong and that my pessimism is unfounded.
So, Lisa is an experienced instructor and very sharp. She has the knowledge and expertise to finish out the class and do a great job. The only thing lacking for her is relationship with the students. The way this class is designed--as an experiential learning project--makes relationship vital. That is one of the places that I come in. I know the class and have gained a level of trust and respect from the students and knowledge of the students. Together, we have the makings of a decent team.
I am writing the family interactions for now and will be lecturing tomorrow. Because I don't have a "day job" and Lisa's schedule is far more hectic, I'll be keeping some office hours and meeting with students as needed. Already had one meeting yesterday and another scheduled for tomorrow. It is really cool. I spent a lot of energy and adrenaline yesterday and came home on a serious high after what felt like a perfect day. Today, on the other hand, I can barely drag myself around the house and am having difficulty focusing. Like I said, I spent a huge amount of adrenaline yesterday and it is haunting me today. Still, I love what I am doing and look forward to what lies ahead in this internship. I'm guessing it is one of the best teaching internships anyone has ever gotten to experience.
One note about the last post: While I agree with my friend Greg Boyd (gregboyd.org) that the election of Barack Obama to be the next President of the United States is a huge milestone in this country and certainly a reason to celebrate for all people--most especially people of color--I also have seen the ugly racism and hatred that have been simmering under the surface for decades now being laid bare. All one needs to do is read some of the comment forums in newspapers around the country to know that there are people who haven't let go of prejudices and bigotry and that it isn't just out there in the backwoods but it is in the most mainstream places in this country's "heartland." That is why I stated, and still hold to the opinion, that this election has the potential to be an historic launching pad for race relations but it may be the thing that most clearly defines the divisions in this country. I really hope I'm wrong and that my pessimism is unfounded.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Oooh, Look! An Exit Ramp!
Taking a little side journey today, away from the teaching stuff for a bit and into the world of politics. I went into the election yesterday completely ambivalent. I have never been a fan of John McCain and I couldn't bring myself to vote for him. While not as personally turned off by Barack Obama, I don't trust the Democrats to have full power in the country so I didn't feel I could vote for him. For the first time in my life (dating back to my first vote--Reagan in 84) I went into the polling place not knowing the candidate I would select once in the voting booth. So, with misgivings about each of the two major party candidates, I placed a protest, third-party vote. Let's just say, my guy did not win. Still, I walked out at peace, knowing that I had not betrayed my conscience in this election.
I heard pundits declaring last night that the election of Obama sent a strong signal about how far we have come in the area of race relations in the United States. I wish I could agree with them. The fact is that there is one African-American governor in the country, and as of January 20th, no African-American senators. While these are not the only measures, I think it is a valid opinion to believe that this is an anomaly until proven otherwise. As a long-time conservative, it has long been my hope that the Republicans would put forward a strong African-American candidate but after watching the politics of fear and hate play out during this campaign season (first, he is not a Muslim and for those of you who would demean his heritage, yes he is Black), I don't see that happening any time soon. I thought it was heartening that people of color and young people finally had a candidate around whom they could rally (even if I don't agree with his politics) and perhaps it will engender hope for those who follow that anything is possible for them, but I think we have a long way to go before racial thoughts are placed on the back burner and people are judged for the content of their character and not the color of their skin.
I mentioned hope in the last paragraph and I think this is the most significant theme when seeking election as President of the United States. I can go back to Reagan and state with pretty solid certainty that the most consistent factor in the election of every candidate who ran on his own merits (I disregard Bush 41, as he was elected in 88 on Reagan's coattails and when he ran on his own in 92 was defeated) is principled optimism. Again, laying aside the divergent political leanings, Americans elect candidates who give them legitimate reason to hope: Reagan, Clinton, Bush 43, and now Obama. Republicans lose when they put up cranky old men like Bob Dole and John McCain and Democrats lose when they put up loony alarmists like Michael Dukakis, Al Gore and John Kerry. Wake up people, this is a communication issue and not so much a political one.
Finally, to go back to a point I have been making for months now: This election reminds me a great deal of 1992. In 92, Bush 41 had such high approval ratings that no Democrat with any realistic hope of ever being elected to the "highest office in the land" would even consider putting his/her name in the hat. Thus, when Bush's numbers started to plummet and the Dems realized that Clinton was their nominee, the general reaction seemed to be, "What in the world have we done?" They lucked out when Clinton remade himself into a viable candidate and President. This time, the Repubs looked at Bush 43's approval numbers and the strongest candidates chose to sit this one out. So, they start pushing McCain--the next old white guy in line--to the front and then, mid-summer it becomes apparent that with a strong candidate on the Repub side this would be a winnable election. Except...they had John McCain. Remember him? Keating 5 to righteous judge. Infringement on constitutional rights in the form of campaign finance "reform". Angry, seething, maverick who managed to try to pander to just about everybody during this career in the Senate and as a national candidate. Yeah, that McCain. He couldn't pull off a Clinton and now he fades into the sunset.
So, to close this one up, here is my wish list: First, I hope Barack Obama is a fantastic President and that he is able to bring sides together and lend some healing to the ugliness that divides our country. Second, I hope he is able to say no to the leftist fringe in Congress (Pelosi, Reid and their political kin) and govern in a way that says, "Yes we can." Last, I hope that in the next four or eight years, I continue to discover the untold joy of being a citizen of the Kingdom of God and get so lost in living out that Kingdom that in future elections I am untouchable. Politics won't define me any more.
I heard pundits declaring last night that the election of Obama sent a strong signal about how far we have come in the area of race relations in the United States. I wish I could agree with them. The fact is that there is one African-American governor in the country, and as of January 20th, no African-American senators. While these are not the only measures, I think it is a valid opinion to believe that this is an anomaly until proven otherwise. As a long-time conservative, it has long been my hope that the Republicans would put forward a strong African-American candidate but after watching the politics of fear and hate play out during this campaign season (first, he is not a Muslim and for those of you who would demean his heritage, yes he is Black), I don't see that happening any time soon. I thought it was heartening that people of color and young people finally had a candidate around whom they could rally (even if I don't agree with his politics) and perhaps it will engender hope for those who follow that anything is possible for them, but I think we have a long way to go before racial thoughts are placed on the back burner and people are judged for the content of their character and not the color of their skin.
I mentioned hope in the last paragraph and I think this is the most significant theme when seeking election as President of the United States. I can go back to Reagan and state with pretty solid certainty that the most consistent factor in the election of every candidate who ran on his own merits (I disregard Bush 41, as he was elected in 88 on Reagan's coattails and when he ran on his own in 92 was defeated) is principled optimism. Again, laying aside the divergent political leanings, Americans elect candidates who give them legitimate reason to hope: Reagan, Clinton, Bush 43, and now Obama. Republicans lose when they put up cranky old men like Bob Dole and John McCain and Democrats lose when they put up loony alarmists like Michael Dukakis, Al Gore and John Kerry. Wake up people, this is a communication issue and not so much a political one.
Finally, to go back to a point I have been making for months now: This election reminds me a great deal of 1992. In 92, Bush 41 had such high approval ratings that no Democrat with any realistic hope of ever being elected to the "highest office in the land" would even consider putting his/her name in the hat. Thus, when Bush's numbers started to plummet and the Dems realized that Clinton was their nominee, the general reaction seemed to be, "What in the world have we done?" They lucked out when Clinton remade himself into a viable candidate and President. This time, the Repubs looked at Bush 43's approval numbers and the strongest candidates chose to sit this one out. So, they start pushing McCain--the next old white guy in line--to the front and then, mid-summer it becomes apparent that with a strong candidate on the Repub side this would be a winnable election. Except...they had John McCain. Remember him? Keating 5 to righteous judge. Infringement on constitutional rights in the form of campaign finance "reform". Angry, seething, maverick who managed to try to pander to just about everybody during this career in the Senate and as a national candidate. Yeah, that McCain. He couldn't pull off a Clinton and now he fades into the sunset.
So, to close this one up, here is my wish list: First, I hope Barack Obama is a fantastic President and that he is able to bring sides together and lend some healing to the ugliness that divides our country. Second, I hope he is able to say no to the leftist fringe in Congress (Pelosi, Reid and their political kin) and govern in a way that says, "Yes we can." Last, I hope that in the next four or eight years, I continue to discover the untold joy of being a citizen of the Kingdom of God and get so lost in living out that Kingdom that in future elections I am untouchable. Politics won't define me any more.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Steep Grade Ahead!
Another week, another new experience. This week it was grading essay exams. I got to design my grading rubric and grade two questions on the first exam of the semester. I didn't write the questions, which is perhaps a little tougher than grading your own questions. Still, the questions weren't foreign to me and it wasn't terribly difficult to determine what was essential in responding to each one. I will say, though, that the grading process was nothing like I expected it to be.
First, I can't believe how personally invested I became in grading these exams. I found myself angry, discouraged, disappointed, and at times exhilarated. While I tried to grade the questions in an anonymous and unbiased manner, I could usually tell whose paper I was looking at about a paragraph in. It was encouraging that in a month or so I have gotten to know these students well enough to recognize their individual thought processes. It was a burden, however, to keep from allowing personal feelings and expectations from entering the grading equation. I can see how that will always be a challenge when giving exams that aren't primarily objective in nature.
Then, I am anxious (not sure this is exactly the right word, unless by it I mean "experiencing anxiety") to track my attitude toward the class after this first big opportunity to see the quality of their work. There are approximately six weeks remaining for class meetings. I don't want the emotions I experienced while reading their essays to overtly (or covertly) color the way I feel toward the individual students, nor toward the class as a whole. It is important that I try to divorce my expectations going in from my behavior coming out. The classroom is still about the students learning and processing and not about me finding affirmation in my teaching brilliance!
First, I can't believe how personally invested I became in grading these exams. I found myself angry, discouraged, disappointed, and at times exhilarated. While I tried to grade the questions in an anonymous and unbiased manner, I could usually tell whose paper I was looking at about a paragraph in. It was encouraging that in a month or so I have gotten to know these students well enough to recognize their individual thought processes. It was a burden, however, to keep from allowing personal feelings and expectations from entering the grading equation. I can see how that will always be a challenge when giving exams that aren't primarily objective in nature.
Then, I am anxious (not sure this is exactly the right word, unless by it I mean "experiencing anxiety") to track my attitude toward the class after this first big opportunity to see the quality of their work. There are approximately six weeks remaining for class meetings. I don't want the emotions I experienced while reading their essays to overtly (or covertly) color the way I feel toward the individual students, nor toward the class as a whole. It is important that I try to divorce my expectations going in from my behavior coming out. The classroom is still about the students learning and processing and not about me finding affirmation in my teaching brilliance!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Seeing Results
As this semester moves on, I get more opportunities to be involved in the teaching process in the classroom. It is a little unnerving at times but exhilarating just the same. I am never quite sure how to prepare and if what I have prepared will fly, but it is good to try my hand at various aspects of teaching. Yesterday's experience was enlightening.
I was given the opportunity to write the family interactions and to facilitate the interaction time. There are four family units in the class and the interactions needed to be specific to each family. It was important that the topic be strong enough that the students would be able to engage and talk for about 30 minutes. The interaction also needed to spark some level of revelation to the students in their family groups about who these people they portray really are. Cliches and outrageous scenarios are a temptation; cliches because they are safe and simple, outrageous scenarios because they force students to think outside their knowledge and experience bases. So the situations have to be forceful enough to prompt conversation but realistic enough to promote genuine family conversation and communication.
All in all, the experiment was a success. Three of the four family groups ran with the interactions and broke some new communication ground in the process. Real feelings came to the surface and there was a level of intensity that indicates that the experience moved them along in the learning process. There is still a group that seems not to "get it" and that can be frustrating, but for once I am going to choose to look at the success of 75 percent of the groups and take heart!
My next assignment is to prepare and present a section of the lecture for the next chapter on Tuesday. Tomorrow is exam day, so it is just a matter of attendance. Nice respite after the high-anxiety teaching experience yesterday.
I was given the opportunity to write the family interactions and to facilitate the interaction time. There are four family units in the class and the interactions needed to be specific to each family. It was important that the topic be strong enough that the students would be able to engage and talk for about 30 minutes. The interaction also needed to spark some level of revelation to the students in their family groups about who these people they portray really are. Cliches and outrageous scenarios are a temptation; cliches because they are safe and simple, outrageous scenarios because they force students to think outside their knowledge and experience bases. So the situations have to be forceful enough to prompt conversation but realistic enough to promote genuine family conversation and communication.
All in all, the experiment was a success. Three of the four family groups ran with the interactions and broke some new communication ground in the process. Real feelings came to the surface and there was a level of intensity that indicates that the experience moved them along in the learning process. There is still a group that seems not to "get it" and that can be frustrating, but for once I am going to choose to look at the success of 75 percent of the groups and take heart!
My next assignment is to prepare and present a section of the lecture for the next chapter on Tuesday. Tomorrow is exam day, so it is just a matter of attendance. Nice respite after the high-anxiety teaching experience yesterday.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Moments of Truth
It seems that each day is an opportunity for the fledgling teacher to learn something in the classroom. Yesterday we spent the majority of class in family groups in interaction. After the interactions, each group discussed what had taken place in their sessions and what they were learning about the family communication dynamic. The most difficult aspect of this experience was to refrain from stepping in and correcting or fixing their flawed understandings. My analysis/consultant ego kept trying to jump up and say, "Here is what you should be doing!" I am, after all, older, more experienced and more educated than these students who have just barely made it into their twenties. The problem is, if I jump in and fix them they will never learn to think for themselves or to process understanding through the experience. So if I am truly to teach, there are times I will have to use restraint and allow the students time to learn.
The other big event of the day was a review of my solo teaching experience with my mentor. She made numerous encouraging observations and comments. The problems I demonstrated and mistakes I made are correctable and not fatal. What was somewhat shocking was the discovery that I did some things in class that I don't even remember. I neglected to refer to my mentor, the professor in the class, by her name and referred to her as "her" and "she" instead. I think my uncertainty as to how the students refer to her made me a little nervous about my own references. I struggled with transitions, which is not surprising as I have always had difficulty developing transitions when preaching or giving speeches. I believe this is a result of being a fairly intuitive speaker. I depend on the vibe or the feel of the moment to steer things like illustrations and transitions. In the classroom, however, more planning might be necessary to keep from having a choppy presentation and frustrating the students. She also noted that I fell into a repetitive use of words like "stuff" when I got nervous and filled the empty space. I know better than to do that and can correct it.
Probably the issue that concerned me the most was the observation that I touched a student. I didn't realize I had done it that day, but was very conscious of it in the classroom yesterday (before our review). My years as a youth pastor and as a father enforced a habit of using touch as a means of confirmation or correction. I noticed in the class yesterday that I would reach out to "move" a student and before the motion became a touch would catch myself and pull back. It is not a conscious movement but it is apparently more frequent than I realized. This never came up in our practice teaching experiences in previous classes, perhaps because our "students" were our peers in the cohort or perhaps because they were people in my age demographic whom I didn't perceive as needing my understanding or guidance. While I'm not sure of all the explanations, I do know that it is a habit that I need to bring under conscious control.
Finally, we discussed the next opportunities for classroom leadership and teaching. I am looking forward to participating in these exercises as I work to determine my future in this field. Scares me to death, but excites me at the same time.
The other big event of the day was a review of my solo teaching experience with my mentor. She made numerous encouraging observations and comments. The problems I demonstrated and mistakes I made are correctable and not fatal. What was somewhat shocking was the discovery that I did some things in class that I don't even remember. I neglected to refer to my mentor, the professor in the class, by her name and referred to her as "her" and "she" instead. I think my uncertainty as to how the students refer to her made me a little nervous about my own references. I struggled with transitions, which is not surprising as I have always had difficulty developing transitions when preaching or giving speeches. I believe this is a result of being a fairly intuitive speaker. I depend on the vibe or the feel of the moment to steer things like illustrations and transitions. In the classroom, however, more planning might be necessary to keep from having a choppy presentation and frustrating the students. She also noted that I fell into a repetitive use of words like "stuff" when I got nervous and filled the empty space. I know better than to do that and can correct it.
Probably the issue that concerned me the most was the observation that I touched a student. I didn't realize I had done it that day, but was very conscious of it in the classroom yesterday (before our review). My years as a youth pastor and as a father enforced a habit of using touch as a means of confirmation or correction. I noticed in the class yesterday that I would reach out to "move" a student and before the motion became a touch would catch myself and pull back. It is not a conscious movement but it is apparently more frequent than I realized. This never came up in our practice teaching experiences in previous classes, perhaps because our "students" were our peers in the cohort or perhaps because they were people in my age demographic whom I didn't perceive as needing my understanding or guidance. While I'm not sure of all the explanations, I do know that it is a habit that I need to bring under conscious control.
Finally, we discussed the next opportunities for classroom leadership and teaching. I am looking forward to participating in these exercises as I work to determine my future in this field. Scares me to death, but excites me at the same time.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Ongoing Insights
After missing a class because I was sick, it was a little strange returning to the classroom on Thursday. Funny how missing one session can cause such a sense of disconnect. Still, it was nice to be back and to know that some of the students missed me. Go figure.
Thursday was the first time the family groups met for interaction. This is a unique dynamic about this class. The students are learning experientially. We do some lecture, there is certainly some discussion and material covered, but the nuts and bolts learning and application happens in a conversational setting in which roles are played based on research the students have done leading up to each interaction. They remain in these characters for the entire semester and see how they develop, grow and change in a family relational setting.
Obviously, each student excels in different facets of the academic experience. It is interesting to see how some who may not stand out in written work or classroom discussion are blossoming in the research and role play. This is an important observation for me. When teaching, we have to allow for learning exercises that enable each student to have an opportunity to shine. I was a good "tester" but not everyone is. I don't stand out in research but others do. So, I may have to teach outside my strengths but the goal is not to highlight my teaching but to expedite student learning.
One other note to pass along: Sometimes the process of study required for teaching can open up generate feelings in us that we're not ready to face. This is a family communication class. When we discuss family histories, communication patterns and functions, secrets and boundaries, there was some significant pain in the realization that my extended family has never communicated much. There are so many things in my family history that I know nothing about that it saddened me deeply to do the reading and research. It was painful. It appears there are moments in teaching when the teacher is reshaped. What a journey this is shaping up to be.
Thursday was the first time the family groups met for interaction. This is a unique dynamic about this class. The students are learning experientially. We do some lecture, there is certainly some discussion and material covered, but the nuts and bolts learning and application happens in a conversational setting in which roles are played based on research the students have done leading up to each interaction. They remain in these characters for the entire semester and see how they develop, grow and change in a family relational setting.
Obviously, each student excels in different facets of the academic experience. It is interesting to see how some who may not stand out in written work or classroom discussion are blossoming in the research and role play. This is an important observation for me. When teaching, we have to allow for learning exercises that enable each student to have an opportunity to shine. I was a good "tester" but not everyone is. I don't stand out in research but others do. So, I may have to teach outside my strengths but the goal is not to highlight my teaching but to expedite student learning.
One other note to pass along: Sometimes the process of study required for teaching can open up generate feelings in us that we're not ready to face. This is a family communication class. When we discuss family histories, communication patterns and functions, secrets and boundaries, there was some significant pain in the realization that my extended family has never communicated much. There are so many things in my family history that I know nothing about that it saddened me deeply to do the reading and research. It was painful. It appears there are moments in teaching when the teacher is reshaped. What a journey this is shaping up to be.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Losing My Teaching Virginity
Today was the big day, my first solo teaching assignment. My mentor/prof was out of town so I was in charge of a class of 20 senior students in a family communication class. Well, it would have been 20, but only 18 showed up! I tried to be creative in methodology. It is a one hour, 40 minute class so a little change of pace here and there is important. With that in mind, I drew on my youth pastor days and did a 20 minute game to begin in which the students had the opportunity to discuss what made fictional TV families healthy or unhealthy (healthy family communication was our focus for the day). Then I "committed" lecture. It was longer than I intended and seemed to be boring them to death. Finally, using what we had discussed in the opening game and what had been pointed out to them in the lecture, the students met in their family groups to consider an imaginary case study and how a healthy family would handle it communicatively.
So, how did it go? First, on the part of the students, I thought they did a valiant job of participating in the game/activity and in the family setting. This is a smart bunch and they pick things up pretty quickly. Some were very diligent about taking notes during the lecture although I couldn't quite read if it was boring, confusing or simply below their level of knowledge. Some of them probably have more experience in this field than I do. Anyway, it didn't seem to capture them in any particular way.
As for me, I was terribly nervous. I had a few weeks notice but of course didn't prepare any too early but that is my normal way. I like having a deadline hanging over me. Still, I had done some reading and discussion, was familiar with what was in our text, etc. That said, I felt like there was something SIGNIFICANT missing in the lecture time. First, it was way too long--probably about 45 minutes. Then I really struggled with transitioning from one area to the next. I wasn't comfortable with the setup--I couldn't figure out where to put my notes so they would be accessible without being a barrier (I prefer to not have things between the students and me when I am talking with them). The activities seemed to be received with a decent attitude. The game went long and a lot of students did not want to talk. Still, it wasn't a total disaster. The family group/case study activity went well. They took it seriously and produced a well-thought-through result. Not the worst idea I have ever had!
What have I learned today? First, there is a long way to go. I am not close to being a good teacher. Second, there is a satisfaction when interacting with students that brings me happiness and even a level of joy. I can see how I would find purpose in my work as a teacher and that is exciting. Third, it is all on videotape so my mentor and others can critique it. The worst might still be ahead!
So, how did it go? First, on the part of the students, I thought they did a valiant job of participating in the game/activity and in the family setting. This is a smart bunch and they pick things up pretty quickly. Some were very diligent about taking notes during the lecture although I couldn't quite read if it was boring, confusing or simply below their level of knowledge. Some of them probably have more experience in this field than I do. Anyway, it didn't seem to capture them in any particular way.
As for me, I was terribly nervous. I had a few weeks notice but of course didn't prepare any too early but that is my normal way. I like having a deadline hanging over me. Still, I had done some reading and discussion, was familiar with what was in our text, etc. That said, I felt like there was something SIGNIFICANT missing in the lecture time. First, it was way too long--probably about 45 minutes. Then I really struggled with transitioning from one area to the next. I wasn't comfortable with the setup--I couldn't figure out where to put my notes so they would be accessible without being a barrier (I prefer to not have things between the students and me when I am talking with them). The activities seemed to be received with a decent attitude. The game went long and a lot of students did not want to talk. Still, it wasn't a total disaster. The family group/case study activity went well. They took it seriously and produced a well-thought-through result. Not the worst idea I have ever had!
What have I learned today? First, there is a long way to go. I am not close to being a good teacher. Second, there is a satisfaction when interacting with students that brings me happiness and even a level of joy. I can see how I would find purpose in my work as a teacher and that is exciting. Third, it is all on videotape so my mentor and others can critique it. The worst might still be ahead!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
About a Teacher
There are things to be learned when class is not in session. Perhaps the big lesson of this internship is that teaching is always about learning! But I digress. On to the lessons so far this week.
First, no matter how meticulous a teacher is in setting up assignments, someone will be unhappy. Granted, our class has twenty students and we only had concerns expressed to us by two; but still, there were two who were disgruntled! (Really, this is just an observation and I didn't lose any sleep over this.)
Second, the first lesson can teach you other lessons. When the first complaint came, my first response would be to immediately defend myself. My mentor, however, remained calm and quiet, listened to the concern and then rationally and firmly explained the assignment and why the process was just as important as the result. (Who knew we were teaching algebra?) Then came the discussion and eye-opening realization that words usually aren't the most important part of a voiced concern or complaint. Usually there is a story behind the words, a pattern of behavior that explains the words. So when starting out as a teacher or when teaching a class in which all or most of the students are new to the teacher, it may be best just to observe for a while, keep calm and wait for the pattern to unfold.
Finally, I learned on Tuesday that if you hang out with professor types, there might eventually be cake! A fine reward, I must say.
Until next time!
First, no matter how meticulous a teacher is in setting up assignments, someone will be unhappy. Granted, our class has twenty students and we only had concerns expressed to us by two; but still, there were two who were disgruntled! (Really, this is just an observation and I didn't lose any sleep over this.)
Second, the first lesson can teach you other lessons. When the first complaint came, my first response would be to immediately defend myself. My mentor, however, remained calm and quiet, listened to the concern and then rationally and firmly explained the assignment and why the process was just as important as the result. (Who knew we were teaching algebra?) Then came the discussion and eye-opening realization that words usually aren't the most important part of a voiced concern or complaint. Usually there is a story behind the words, a pattern of behavior that explains the words. So when starting out as a teacher or when teaching a class in which all or most of the students are new to the teacher, it may be best just to observe for a while, keep calm and wait for the pattern to unfold.
Finally, I learned on Tuesday that if you hang out with professor types, there might eventually be cake! A fine reward, I must say.
Until next time!
Friday, September 12, 2008
Those First Halting Baby Steps
Now that we are officially at the end of week two, I have had time to make some observations, learn some lessons, and note some highlights.
Observations:
The same group of people is not the same class on Tuesday as it is on Thursday. Moods change, preparation levels vary, seating might be rearranged, I might have different things on my mind and when you add up the variables, class never happens the same way twice. This is another validation for plans A through C when starting each class session.
It is possible to teach without being an expert! I find that I am able to contribute to the teaching dialog even though I don't have a vast background of knowledge in the subject area. Simply studying up some and drawing on experience gained through living can go a long way toward being a teacher. It helps to let the students attempt to answer some of their own questions as well. Teaching has a lot more to do with facilitating learning than disseminating knowledge.
Lessons learned:
Be prepared and then review again. I made a rather redundant suggestion in class on Tuesday, simply because it had been a week since I looked at the syllabus and the assignment for that day. It's amazing how much embarrassment one can be spared simply by doing a quick review before leaving the office for the classroom. Still, as that seems to be my biggest faux pas so far, I don't feel too awful.
(This one may be specific to me, but) When another person has more confidence in me than I have in myself, I need to go with their opinion. I have sooooo much trouble accepting that I might have some abilities and a serious fear of risking and stretching to achieve what I want to do; yet others--in this case, my teaching mentor--tell me that I have no reason to worry and that I am capable. This is more than just a teaching issue, it is very much a life issue. I can't figure out why I am unable to see my assets and instead tend to just see myself as an ass.
Highlights!
I was able to pull off my first substantial assignment without a hitch and with surprisingly little revision from my mentor. Not only that, there was no groundswell of dissent from the students in the class when they received their assignments from me. I was almost able to breathe when it was over!
I received my first email from a student in the class, letting ME know that he would be absent and checking to see if I had anything he needed to do to make up the absence. Obviously, the lead professor will handle that part of things and he did email her as well, but that he respected my position in the classroom enough to check in with me too was pretty exciting.
And now, it is on to preparation for my first solo teaching assignment which is coming sooner than I expected!
Observations:
The same group of people is not the same class on Tuesday as it is on Thursday. Moods change, preparation levels vary, seating might be rearranged, I might have different things on my mind and when you add up the variables, class never happens the same way twice. This is another validation for plans A through C when starting each class session.
It is possible to teach without being an expert! I find that I am able to contribute to the teaching dialog even though I don't have a vast background of knowledge in the subject area. Simply studying up some and drawing on experience gained through living can go a long way toward being a teacher. It helps to let the students attempt to answer some of their own questions as well. Teaching has a lot more to do with facilitating learning than disseminating knowledge.
Lessons learned:
Be prepared and then review again. I made a rather redundant suggestion in class on Tuesday, simply because it had been a week since I looked at the syllabus and the assignment for that day. It's amazing how much embarrassment one can be spared simply by doing a quick review before leaving the office for the classroom. Still, as that seems to be my biggest faux pas so far, I don't feel too awful.
(This one may be specific to me, but) When another person has more confidence in me than I have in myself, I need to go with their opinion. I have sooooo much trouble accepting that I might have some abilities and a serious fear of risking and stretching to achieve what I want to do; yet others--in this case, my teaching mentor--tell me that I have no reason to worry and that I am capable. This is more than just a teaching issue, it is very much a life issue. I can't figure out why I am unable to see my assets and instead tend to just see myself as an ass.
Highlights!
I was able to pull off my first substantial assignment without a hitch and with surprisingly little revision from my mentor. Not only that, there was no groundswell of dissent from the students in the class when they received their assignments from me. I was almost able to breathe when it was over!
I received my first email from a student in the class, letting ME know that he would be absent and checking to see if I had anything he needed to do to make up the absence. Obviously, the lead professor will handle that part of things and he did email her as well, but that he respected my position in the classroom enough to check in with me too was pretty exciting.
And now, it is on to preparation for my first solo teaching assignment which is coming sooner than I expected!
Monday, September 8, 2008
A New Leg on the Journey
Last week I started an internship to help me finish my certificate in postsecondary teaching. I am working with my thesis advisor in a 400 level course on family communication. I will, in a few weeks, have the opportunity to do some solo teaching but have already been a part of the teaching dialog in the first two class sessions. It has been a great experience so far. My hope is that this will equip me to do some teaching as I go forward. The longer I go, the more I am sure that teaching is really what I want to do for the long term.
Over the weekend I have had the opportunity to think a little about what teaching requires. What are the characteristics of the effective teacher? Well, obviously everyone will say knowledge. It would be impossible to teach without a substantial knowledge of the subject at hand. While I can't argue against knowledge, I will say that it would seem to me to be an assumed so I don't include it in my little conversation.
I think the first and most important characteristic is integrity. If the teacher can't be trusted as a person of integrity, students will be less likely to be vulnerable enough to invest in the learning dialog. Integrity means respecting the other person's point of view and affirming their worth even if disagreeing with their position. Integrity allows the student to engage in learning without fear of ridicule.
Then, a teacher needs passion. Students will be more inclined to get involved and be excited about the class if the teacher has an obvious love and passion for both the subject and the act of teaching. I am struck by the struggles my own children have in classes taught by teachers who obviously have no passion for teaching. They spend time yelling, repeating endlessly, fighting for the kids' attention, and seem unable to see the potential for growth in the individual students. It is a sad state of affairs when a teacher lacks passion.
Finally (for this post, at least) is preparation or a plan. One of the things I am learning while working with L is that she always has a plan for the class. As well as a plan B and C in case the original plan doesn't fly. While spontaneity has its place and can be very rewarding, a plan creates the opportunity for the spontaneity to achieve the purpose of the class session. While that seems contradictory at some levels, it really is not. When the class time has a specific purpose and plan with good structure supporting, a teacher does not fear--nor does he/she depend upon--the spontaneous happenings that can create shifts in methods. With the ultimate goal in sight, the prepared teacher can use the unplanned experience to further pursue the objective for the class session on a given day.
There are many other characteristics of a good teacher which may come up in future posts, but hey, it is only the beginning of the second week. Let's not get crazy!
Over the weekend I have had the opportunity to think a little about what teaching requires. What are the characteristics of the effective teacher? Well, obviously everyone will say knowledge. It would be impossible to teach without a substantial knowledge of the subject at hand. While I can't argue against knowledge, I will say that it would seem to me to be an assumed so I don't include it in my little conversation.
I think the first and most important characteristic is integrity. If the teacher can't be trusted as a person of integrity, students will be less likely to be vulnerable enough to invest in the learning dialog. Integrity means respecting the other person's point of view and affirming their worth even if disagreeing with their position. Integrity allows the student to engage in learning without fear of ridicule.
Then, a teacher needs passion. Students will be more inclined to get involved and be excited about the class if the teacher has an obvious love and passion for both the subject and the act of teaching. I am struck by the struggles my own children have in classes taught by teachers who obviously have no passion for teaching. They spend time yelling, repeating endlessly, fighting for the kids' attention, and seem unable to see the potential for growth in the individual students. It is a sad state of affairs when a teacher lacks passion.
Finally (for this post, at least) is preparation or a plan. One of the things I am learning while working with L is that she always has a plan for the class. As well as a plan B and C in case the original plan doesn't fly. While spontaneity has its place and can be very rewarding, a plan creates the opportunity for the spontaneity to achieve the purpose of the class session. While that seems contradictory at some levels, it really is not. When the class time has a specific purpose and plan with good structure supporting, a teacher does not fear--nor does he/she depend upon--the spontaneous happenings that can create shifts in methods. With the ultimate goal in sight, the prepared teacher can use the unplanned experience to further pursue the objective for the class session on a given day.
There are many other characteristics of a good teacher which may come up in future posts, but hey, it is only the beginning of the second week. Let's not get crazy!
Thursday, March 6, 2008
What I'm Lookin For...
I watched a video today on people who got patents on communication devices/technologies over the past couple of centuries. One of the amazing things about these guys is how often what they ended up patenting was not what they set out to invent. As they kept trying, new ideas opened up before them and they often followed paths they had not originally seen. This has me thinking. I started out on a "career path" about 20 years ago, one that has brought me virtually no satisfaction. I have always bounced back to this field because it is what I know, what I have studied and what feels safe--even as it slowly drives me out of my mind. So now something has come apart and I no longer feel safe there. I have been looking at different jobs in some familiar fields and am finding nothing. So, I wonder if perhaps the message from God in this journey/search is to be open to the unexpected, that what he intends to "patent" in me is not the product I thought I was trying to invent. Doesn't give me a great deal of security in this moment, but it does start to kindle a little hope that all is not lost, that there me be something better around the bend. Perhaps I will someday find what I'm looking for.
Irresistible Revolution
I've been reading Shane Claiborne's book, Irresistible Revolution, the last couple of days. It is a very challenging book and he leads a very challenging life. He points out how the lifestyle he describes is not "out of the norm" but is what followers of Jesus are supposed to live like. He calls those who choose this life "ordinary radicals." Yet we look at this kind of living as extraordinary.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do with what I'm reading. I want to live this life. I don't know if I have the courage.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do with what I'm reading. I want to live this life. I don't know if I have the courage.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Road Trip
I pretty much finalized plans for a road trip in a couple of weeks. I'm going to spend Holy Week, Easter and the following week in New Jersey. I am going to church at my old church with people I know, love and feel secure with. At the end of the second week my daughter will fly out and we'll go to an orientation at her college before hitting the road home. I am driving my trusty 4Runner and not making any serious travel plans--just go and get as far as I feel like going each day. Taking some homework and perhaps my thesis materials which are coming due soon. I might look for work and I might not. I'm really looking forward to seeing friends, friends who seem more like family.
News of the Day
It is Wednesday after the latest Super Tuesday. McCain took care of business in the Republican primaries and Huckabee stepped out so we know who the Republican nominee will be. Not a terribly exciting prospect but at least we know. I guess the question now will be, "Who will be his running mate?" Michael Steele (former Lt. Governor of Maryland)? Mitt Romney (who despises McCain and is despised by McCain)? Huckabee (who would bring Chuck Norris along)? Jeb Bush (I mean, how long has it been since we had a Bush on the ticket!)? Joe Lieberman (now that is an interesting concept, a Dem without a party)? Well, it gives the talking heads something to argue about.
The Democrats, on the other hand, can't make up their mind if they have made up their mind. Hillary won enough yesterday to keep her campaign alive but many are saying that she really has no mathematical chance at catching Obama and is just extended the anger and division by staying in the race. She says she will consider a joint ticket--with her at the top! I think she knows the only chance she has at becoming President is for Obama to be at her side. And there is no way he makes her the VP once he wraps up the nomination. Would you really want the Clintons hanging around the White House if you were the Prez? You could end up another dead body on the path to the White House for a Clinton.
Funny thing is, this stuff used to matter to me.
The Democrats, on the other hand, can't make up their mind if they have made up their mind. Hillary won enough yesterday to keep her campaign alive but many are saying that she really has no mathematical chance at catching Obama and is just extended the anger and division by staying in the race. She says she will consider a joint ticket--with her at the top! I think she knows the only chance she has at becoming President is for Obama to be at her side. And there is no way he makes her the VP once he wraps up the nomination. Would you really want the Clintons hanging around the White House if you were the Prez? You could end up another dead body on the path to the White House for a Clinton.
Funny thing is, this stuff used to matter to me.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Survival. Not always the easiest thing. I have been struggling to keep afloat of late. Years of depression and self-loathing have come to a head and now I am trying to figure things out. A new experience: anxiety attacks with tightness in my chest, trouble breathing, irrational fear of much that is familiar. It is probably the toughest battle of my life. I have no idea what the outcome will be.
Add to that the Mack truck that is this season's flu bug. Going on three weeks feeling lousy. That doesn't help with the mental stuff.
I am on an indefinite leave-of-absence from my position, going to church at a semi-local megachurch and doing a lot of talking, thinking, processing. The road to being right seems long and uncertain. Finding God in the middle of all this would be really nice.
Add to that the Mack truck that is this season's flu bug. Going on three weeks feeling lousy. That doesn't help with the mental stuff.
I am on an indefinite leave-of-absence from my position, going to church at a semi-local megachurch and doing a lot of talking, thinking, processing. The road to being right seems long and uncertain. Finding God in the middle of all this would be really nice.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Fade to Black
Last night was the final performance (of six) of the Champlin Park High School production of "Phantom." It was also Senior recognition night. And for the first time in my life, one of those seniors was mine. Back when I was a youth pastor, I went to a bunch of these kinds of things for my graduating youth group kids and it was always a little melancholy--honoring my students, but realizing they weren't going to be a part of things with us in the same way anymore. Now it is my daughter, my oldest. Realizing that this was her final performance in high school musicals, that it was another milestone on her way out the door, I feel a deep sense of loss. She is so much like me that I'm not sure how much she understands the connection, how much joy I feel at her joy and how much I experience and carry the sorrow she endures. I sat with a father's pride, watching my little girl get her rose, her hug and her final bow. I miss her already.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Hope Springs Eternal
I love my sports and my sports teams. For me and my teams, this is a great time of year. As a fan of the Kansas Jayhawks basketball team, they are looking strong heading into March Madness and will be a high seed with a great chance to win it all. Some of the thrill is gone after Roy Williams left and went to North Carolina--I haven't gotten so enthralled with Bill Self as the coach. Still, it is a great time to be a KU fan. Rock, Chalk, Jayhawk!!!
NFL free agency started late this week and the Broncos have some needs to fill. So far they haven't shown much to make me excited, but there are still a lot of players out there looking for teams. In free agency, every team has a chance to improve and I "know" my Broncos will take care of business before all is said and done.
Finally, spring training has begun. My Kansas City Royals last won a World Series in 1985 when I was 20 years old. Since then, they have not made the playoffs and in the last ten years have only had about one winning season. But they are loaded with young talent and have a new manager and a general manager who seems to have a clue, so.....THIS COULD BE THE YEAR!!!!
Like the title says, "Hope springs eternal."
NFL free agency started late this week and the Broncos have some needs to fill. So far they haven't shown much to make me excited, but there are still a lot of players out there looking for teams. In free agency, every team has a chance to improve and I "know" my Broncos will take care of business before all is said and done.
Finally, spring training has begun. My Kansas City Royals last won a World Series in 1985 when I was 20 years old. Since then, they have not made the playoffs and in the last ten years have only had about one winning season. But they are loaded with young talent and have a new manager and a general manager who seems to have a clue, so.....THIS COULD BE THE YEAR!!!!
Like the title says, "Hope springs eternal."
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Buckley
As I consider the presidential campaign of 2008, the passing of William F. Buckley has lent some perspective. McCain has experience, Obama has charisma, Hillary has...well, Obama has charisma. There is no guarantee that any of these three will ever have any substantial impact on history. Buckley, however, created a movement that has endured for decades and will likely live beyond him. WFB was an intellectual, an incredible thinker who could present the concepts of conservatism in ways that made us wish we could think, write and talk like him. He founded the magazine, National Review, and was an author, TV host and social commentator.
I have spent my adult life following the legacy of Ronald Reagan and William F. Buckley. I can't say that I am particularly impressed with those who are purporting to follow in their footsteps but I will say this: William F. Buckley, love him or hate him, was the real deal, a legend as a thinker, writer, and social phenomenon. RIP, WFB.
I have spent my adult life following the legacy of Ronald Reagan and William F. Buckley. I can't say that I am particularly impressed with those who are purporting to follow in their footsteps but I will say this: William F. Buckley, love him or hate him, was the real deal, a legend as a thinker, writer, and social phenomenon. RIP, WFB.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
The passing of a friend
I awoke this morning to discover that, not unexpectedly, my friend Marla had passed from this world into the next. She was diagnosed with Stage 4 Metastatic breast cancer in 2004. The cancer has been in her liver and had recently spread very aggressively. Marla and I went to high school together, ran track together, and did small town life together. While we were friends in high school, her sickness brought us back together these past several months, along with several other old friends. (Tragic, isn't it, that it is often disease and death that reunites old friends and family?)
Marla was beautiful, in health and in sickness. She loved Jesus with great passion. She adored her family and was an anchor for her friends. She leaves behind her husband Patrick, three children--Katie, Brodie and Lilly, as well as her mother, brother and sisters and innumerable friends. Please pray for her family, especially Patrick and the children, as they move into this season of grief.
Thanks.
Marla was beautiful, in health and in sickness. She loved Jesus with great passion. She adored her family and was an anchor for her friends. She leaves behind her husband Patrick, three children--Katie, Brodie and Lilly, as well as her mother, brother and sisters and innumerable friends. Please pray for her family, especially Patrick and the children, as they move into this season of grief.
Thanks.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Starting again as if for the first time
I had to create a new blogspot account as the old one went weird on me a while back and we needed the account for our next class. Don't know for sure what I'll be writing but here we go again. Restless as a virtue will replace my old "Restless in a Steady World." Let's see how it goes.
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