Follow by Email

Friday, April 6, 2012

Passover Gospel

In the beginning God
created the Heavens and the Earth
and the Word was with
God
and the Word was
God
and God saw everything
that He had made
and behold
it was very
Good
Friday
For without the shedding of blood
of a Lamb
without blemish or spot
Sacrificed
There is no remission of sins.
And when He saw the blood
the Angel of the Lord
passed over
the Temple curtain was torn
it is eternally
Finished.
The Word is
Emmanuel.
For the dwelling place of God is with men
and Death and Hell were cast into the Lake of Fire
There will be no more tears nor crying
for the Old Things are passed away
I AM
making all things new.
Even so, Messiah,
Come.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Students Teaching Teachers

Taking Educational Psychology online has been a challenge.  It's been a class of extreme pros and cons.  The con is that I have to do a lot of reading from a large, flimsy textbook.  The pro?  I get to write a LOT!  Recently, I had to explain in a few sentences what I learn from my students.  For those who keep an eye out for quotations from the daycare where I'm currently employed, here's a paragraph.  

My current job situation involves 4 and 5-year-olds twice a week and 8 and 9-year-olds five times a week.  Something that I continually learn from both age groups is the ability to see past the obvious and into the inexplicable complexity of a person.  It's interesting, because most people think of higher-order thinking skills as being an adult capability.  But in some ways, by emphasizing the analytical, we lose a sense of the subjective poetry of life that thrives in the beautiful chaos of childhood.  When a 3K-er explains that he wishes rain were candy falling from the sky, a 4-year-old informs me that his mom was a cowgirl...tomorrow, a 5K-er tells me that I "smell like rainbows," and a 3rd-grader explains the sidewalk squares in terms of the United States map, I remember that life isn't all algorithms and formulas.  There is a magic in the ordinary that I forget to notice.  My students teach me to see it.  Their boats of thought bump into mine and splash creativity all over me.  They teach me that each person in my life (whether I view their presence as negative or positive) is an irreplaceable gift, a chance to see the world in a way that I never would have otherwise.  Their perspective is infinitely valuable because they are seeing with eyes that haven't been pushed into a narrow rut.  I love that.  And some days, it's the only reason I get out of bed to go to work.