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Tuesday, December 12, 2006

{ tidings of great joy }

I find it absolutely amazing (AMAZING!) that I can follow someone's--a stranger's--life so closely and intimately through the details of her blog.

I've been checking Superhero Journal several times a day for the past week to find out if the new life within her beach-ball stomach had yet decided to make his little appearance.

Today I got the chance to meet Ben for the first time, and he is such a tiny gift even in my life. I remember for years reading about Andrea's struggles with (in)fertility. I remember crying tears of joy when she announced that after all this time, she and her husband had finally received a positive test. In fact, that blog post seems not long ago for me; however, with their new little bundle of joy in their arms, I am sure it already seems ages ago for them. How nine months can fly by! I have been happy to be a part of it. Just thought I'd share the good tidings!

Monday, December 11, 2006

{ to do done }

I have been getting a lot done lately. I had the luxurious feel of a long weekend: Friday and today (Monday) were spent out of the school, away from the children, at inservices. Yes, I had to deal with whining, full-grown adults, and somewhat dry topics (differentiation, that buzzword again), but I managed to get a free lunch both days, not to mention two fairly lazy days hugging the weekend.

On the weekend, I set up our cute little Christmas tree, wrapped some gifts, and set them beneath it. I cleaned house a little. I made gift tags out of old Christmas cards from years past. I made banana chip muffins, homemade chicken noodle soup, chili, and sugar cookies (I overbaked these ones and they are rock hard, but tasty). I hung a cranberry wreath. I did some laundry. I made the bed for the first time in ages.

Today I ate chicken noodle soup. And a muffin. And a cookie (okay, two cookies). I wore clean socks and wrote a handwritten letter beside my flickering Christmas tree. I suppose I should insert my contented sigh here.

Tomorrow it is back to the feared chaos unexpected joy of being back with the teenagers. We shall see if the sub I had was competant or not. Oh, the highs and lows of taking days off!

At any rate, I still have four hours left till bedtime, and I don't intend to waste them ... maybe it's time to pull out that old library book ...

{ on travel }

Snippets from Friday's journal entry:

In an instant I am taken back to Africa. We are in Johannesburg airport, bedraggled after our thirty odd hours of travel already. Hustle and bustle is all around us as we head up a series of automated ramps. "Exit ahead. Push trolley now," an Afrikaans woman's voice urges us as we approach the final stretch of the moving belt with our luggage cart.

We hurry to check in at the next terminal. We are just heading into / coming out of Zambia, depending which point in the trip this is. Both scenes--the entrance and the exodus--are nearly identical except that perhaps our luggage smells a little worse on the way out.

Somehow all the entrances and exits of the trip are a bit muddled for me--is it like this for everyone when they travel? You pack your bag, take a taxi to the airport, sit in a waiting room, board a plane, land. In the terminal you hug the person who is greeting you. You go back to their home, work, play, visit. At the end of your time there, you head back to the airport.

You hug the person you are leaving. You sit in a waiting room, board a plane, land. You take a taxi home. You unpack your bag.

It is life rewound (rewinded?). Maybe it's been two days, maybe three weeks, maybe six months. Somehow you're back where you started, seemingly untouched. Was the whirlwind travel nothing but a dream? A vision? A hope? Or was it a reality, so real you could taste and touch and feel it. Maybe you did shake a hand that's dug up Zambian soil (or did you? You glance down at your own hand and can't quite be sure). Maybe you did walk the streets of London, England, staying on the left side of the boulevard instead of the right (you send your gaze down to your laced sneakers and try to understand how that could be true--after all, they look the same as always). Maybe that tongue that even now lingers in pensive thought on the back of your teeth was not long ago longing for the tastes of home (it's hard to believe, looking at the table at your knee, stocked with those routine and fanciful treats: coffee in a personal mug, a favorite piece of fruit, a homemade muffin, some local cheese.).

Is travel a dream of the mind or the body? Do the feet merely advance over different roads and through various soils, or does the spirit accompany them? And then, if they do go as companions, do they return home the same way? When the legs carry you home, away from new friends, back to furniture that's been empty, awaiting, is the soul adjoined, or has it found a new home, lingering in the sweet treats of the novel, the unknown ... ?

Sunday, December 03, 2006

{ sabbath }



So Derek and I attended our first church service in over two months this morning. We went with Derek's cousin and his wife to a local church plant that is being held in a museum of all places! It was actually pretty neat--it was a younger, more post-modern type of crowd, mellow and non-Charismatic in their style of worship and interaction.

We sat at the back just taking it all in. I can't believe how foreign the feeling of a church service has become to me in just a few months' time. I'm surprised at myself, and how much of an intrapersonal personality I have become. I'm not sure whether it is the down time at home or the fact that I am teaching hyperactive junior high students that has done it to me (perhaps it's both).

The teaching that came this morning was an interactive one; the leader spoke on the topic that there are "outsiders" in church and in society that are pushed aside or overlooked by people. However, he noted that these same people are often the ones that Christ looks to first. In fact, even in the traditional nativity story, we can remember that it was the shepherds (social outcasts and hermits) and the wise men (strangers from afar) that met the newborn Christ first, even before the local religious community or royalty.

Once the message had been shared, there was an open mic style of sharing from the audience. People shared honest and sincere sentiments and experiences on either being an outsider or having seen how outsiders can be treated in society and even in church. One single woman in her late thirties commented how much stigma she receives even from the regular church crowd about her singleness. People wonder what is "wrong" with her, why she is not married yet, and even suggest she might be gay. She said her singleness, as simple a thing as it may be, makes her feel her "otherness" very much.

As I sat and listened to people share their bared, vulnerable hearts, I made connections of my own in the crevaces of my mind. The new initiative in education is moving toward differentiation in teaching; in other words, teachers should create lessons within lessons that fit the needs of the various learners in their classrooms. Basically this is a movement that fights against previous movements to standardize and to expect that all students can and do learn in the same way. While Student A may learn best through listening to instruction, Student B may learn best by using his hands. We've heard before that people can be visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learners, but now a man named Howard Gardner has come forward with his Theory of Multiple Intelligences which suggests that peoples' levels of intelligence (for example, their IQ) should not be based on measuring their general intelligence. Instead he suggests that there are 8 (9? 11? I think the theory has been expanded recently) types of intelligence that people can have various levels of ability within. Someone, for instance, may be a visual "genius" but may struggle musically. On the other hand, someone may be a musical genius but may struggle spatially or verbally.

I have been a huge fan of this theory ever since I heard it in my second year of university. Since the education system is really pushing it, I am also forced to take it into consideration when I am teaching. Therefore, I should attempt to use different teaching and learning styles in my classroom, to help differentiate and accomodate all students, thereby including and not isolating anyone. This can definitely be a challenge and a huge workload, but I do see the value in it. This system is attempting to ensure that no kids "fall between the cracks". I find it amazing that a secular institution would undertake such a huge project for the sake of caring about people. I also find it amazing that churches, for the most part, have not caught onto this way of thinking yet.

It is clear that there are "outsiders" when it comes to being in the church circut, subculture, or even service. Some people are social misfits, not fitting the pre-approved profile for what a Christian "should look like". Others do not enjoy singing during the worship service, which casts a nasty stigma on them as believers. Still others find themselves daydreaming or falling asleep during sermons--surely a heathen act!

However, where in the Bible does it say we should sit in pews, listen to sermons, and sing songs? In fact, I recently read in an enjoyable book that in the New Testament, the believers only sang together twice--both times they were in prison! I am not saying we shouldn't sing in church; I am merely saying that some of our churchy practices are greatly isolating people and are, in fact, creating these outsiders that we fret over.

As I mentioned before, if a secular institution like the education system has figured out that all people are different, approaching things differently and learning things through different lenses, why should we assume that people can all approach God through a musical/verbal-linguistic/auditory perspective? What about people who best learn and experience things through a bodily-kinesthetic perspective? What about people who need an interpersonal approach?

In January, Derek and I, along with another couple, will be planting a church in our city. It will start out small, as a new type of experiement in experiencing our faith. We hope other believers or seekers will join with us in approaching God and community in new ways. We hope that people will find it refreshing to view art as worship, dance as praise, and fellowship as thanksgiving.

We worry as Christians about these people labelled as "outsiders" (a true concept of Otherness); however, there should be no outsiders or even insiders when it comes to knowing God. There is no inner circle, no hierarchy. We are all the same, merely living life and coming to know God through our own frame of existence. And what is wrong with that? The "wise men" in the story of Christ's birth were some of the first to come to know him, and they found him as they sincerely sought the truth they looked for in the stars. In the end, however, they found the living Son of God.

"Keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks, receives. Everyone who seeks, finds. And to everyone who knocks, the door will be opened." - Matthew 7:7-8


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As one other aside, I saw The Nativity Story last night at the theatre. I was hoping it would be well done and not be an embarrassment to the entire Christmas story itself. I have to admit I was cynical going in.

However, this was perhaps the most breathtaking movie I have seen in a very long time. The imagery and detail were beautiful, and the acting was just perfect. I would really encourage you to see it. It provided so much insight into the Jewish culture, and it de-fantasized my ideas of the traditional nativity story. This is one to rewatch, for sure!