Wednesday, November 6, 2013

My America



On Monday, November 11th, we will celebrate Veterans’ Day.  When I was a little girl this was a very special day in the American public for this was the day that our nation set aside to remember the anniversary of the end of World War I (November 11) and to honor US veterans and victims of all wars. Coincidentally, I was recently asked by one of my students, who was writing an article for our high school newspaper, what I thought about the pledge of allegiance.  In fairness, I asked him to give me the balance of the day so I could gather my thoughts.  Later that night, I finally had time to reflect on those words, “I pledge allegiance. . .”  My memories and feelings soon turned to words. . .

            There is a saying, “sitting in a garage does not make you a car”.  Reciting an oath or the pledge of allegiance does not make you patriotic, an American, or a patriot.  Over many decades there has been a consistent moral decline and a recession of values upon which this nation was founded to the point that, what once was right is now thought wrong and what is wrong is deemed to be right.  The America in which I grew up was a nation whose citizens, young and old alike, were proud to stand at attention, hands over heart, and pledge – make a solemn promise – to honor our flag and the great country for which it stands. It could have been during a parade, daily in our classrooms, at a ball game or countless other venues.  We believed and felt it was a privilege to be a citizen of the greatest nation on earth and to give our allegiance in return. People (including my own ancestors) immigrated legally to this great country with a desire to learn the “American way”, to speak the English language, to succeed, and to provide a better life for their families than they could in any other nation.  America was the great land of opportunity. . .



In this present era our beliefs and the privileges we coveted have turned to demands and a generation of those who feel they are entitled and who definitely have a case of the “give-mes”. They feel no sense of belonging, no sense of allegiance and living in America (many illegally) holds no value for them. Thus, reciting an oath to allegiance has slipped into the past as our country slips further and further away from “one nation under God”. . .

            Although our sense of altruism, appreciation and love of our country should be modeled in our homes, it most often becomes the responsibility of the public school to do the work of the home. Reciting the pledge of allegiance causes students to do something – to promise - to honor – in a unified manner, together, for 15 seconds each day. That can only be a good thing.

            As a proud American citizen, I value the pledge of allegiance for what it stands for me – a nation founded on the principles of religious freedoms, of good, of morals and values that declared the difference between rights and wrongs; a nation that was once envied as the greatest on earth; a nation that, although it struggled within its own boundaries about the color of skin rather than the quality of a person’s character, is still  the nation whose compassion is first to reach a helping hand to any other nation in need; a country where free enterprise was once invited to flourish and grow; a country so great that thousands swarmed its shores seeking refuge from harsh dictators; and a country who birthed some of the greatest inventors and entrepreneurs this world has ever known. A Christian nation that God had blessed.


“I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."   

This is my America - this is the America I value. - Rhonda

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Souvenirs



Souvenirs

Lying awake
The digital numbers change as each minute passes piercing the darkness with their glow.
Praying for sleep to come quickly
Mind racing over the past day’s events; please quiet now
Fighting the temptation to allow them to steal tomorrow’s joy
Waiting. . .tossing. . . thinking. . . remembering
Memories tumble in - just souvenirs of who was; what was
A different time, past, a different era
Simpler times
Tears attempt a brief appearance
Swallowing they disappear
Souvenirs are meant to be kept
Showcased
Buried in memorabilia
Treasured
Smiling. . .
It’s morning
It’s time
Tuck the souvenirs safely away once more.
They will be needed again.
Perhaps tonight.

-          Rhonda

Sunday, August 25, 2013

I CAN'T PRAY???



This past week, I joined the ranks of millions of others, just like me, across our great nation embarking on a new journey for the year of 2013-2014.  I am a teacher (there’s no app for that!)  and I have returned to the halls/classroom of the high school where I teach. There are times that I think of my classroom as a garden – that I am blooming where God has planted me, and providing fertile “soil” in which my students may grow and blossom educationally. 
Too often, however, it is more like a battlefield. It has nothing to do with classroom management as most of the students give me no grief.  I am in a battle for their minds,  to retain my sanity, preserve my Christianity, provide a well-rounded, challenging education for the nine elective subjects I teach for those who truly want to learn; entice those students who lack motivation, intrinsic or otherwise, and maintain order for those who are truly just occupying space!
An old email that has been circulating through teacher circles in the past couple years is humorous but only those of us on the “inside” know just how true it really is! Sharing it with you at this time only seems appropriate:
“Let me see if I've got this right.

You want me to go into that room with all those kids, correct their disruptive behavior, observe them for signs of abuse, monitor their dress habits, censor their T-shirt messages, and instill in them a love for learning...

You want me to check their backpacks for weapons, wage war on drugs and sexually transmitted diseases, and raise their sense of self-esteem and personal pride...

You want me to teach them patriotism and good citizenship, sportsmanship and fair play, and how to register to vote, balance a checkbook, and apply for a job...

You want me to check their heads for lice, recognize signs of antisocial behavior, and make sure that they all pass the state graduation and final exams. You also want me to provide them with an equal education regardless of their handicaps, and communicate regularly with their parents in English, Spanish or any other language, by letter, telephone, email, and report card...

You want me to do all this with a marker or piece of chalk, a whiteboard or a blackboard, a bulletin board, a few books, a big smile, and a starting salary that qualifies me for food stamps...

You want me to do all this and then you tell me .... I CAN'T PRAY?'...”

Go ahead.  Laugh.  I did!  But, the sad fact is, this is very true.

            I keep as many little subtle hints of my faith as I dare in my public high school classroom and I insure that my voice is well heard and students clearly understand my position on issues such as profanity in my class, particularly taking God’s name in vain, etc.  I dare to put a small manger scene under my classroom Christmas tree and every chance I get to share just a tidbit of wisdom from God’s word, I do so.  One of my favorites is: “A closed mouth gathers no foot”. (Proverbs 21:23)

            Each school year, I find that fewer and fewer students make any reference to having any knowledge of God or Jesus Christ.  A few years ago, during one of the parent teacher conferences for our school that took place in mid-December, a mother came into my room with her student, a young man. He pointed at me from the rear of the room and I heard him tell his mother, “that’s the teacher I told you about!”  Expecting the worst, I braced myself with a silent, quick prayer and introduced myself and warmly welcomed her and the student to my room. I wondered what was going to happen.  She held onto my hand and patted my arm and exclaimed, “Thank God, there are still some of you left in the world of public education!”  (At that point, I felt like the last human left after an alien invasion.) I didn’t know what she meant.  She said that her son had shared with her about various things I had said in class, while subtle, the young man definitely knew I was a follower of Christ, and had shared that fact with his parents.  How honored I was and while I am far from perfect, I whispered a prayer of thanksgiving that my light was shining even though I had to “bushel it”. 

            I was also blessed one time about four years ago when a young lady came into my office seeking technology help.  She stood at my desk and my iPhone was playing music by Casting Crowns.  She was excited to hear that I was playing Christian music and told me that was one of her favorite groups.  We talked for a few minutes and she shared with me that while there were few, there were definitely Christ followers among the student body.

            There is very fertile soil within the walls of my classroom and God has planted me in that room to offer education, share tidbits of His word as I am able and moreso to allow His light and His love to shine through me.  I have held students as they have wept on my shoulder about the loss of a parent or a close friend.  They have cried at the loss of their young, “first loves”. They have shared with me their dreams for the future and their fears.  They have talked with me about struggles at school and at home.  They question what life will be like for them as they graduate.  “Will there be a life for us?” they ask.  One student stepped down off the stage at graduation one time and hugged me so tight as he thanked me for all I had done for him and for being a “mom” to him.  He told me it was because of me that he was graduating.  I felt good all under and reminded him, it was God, not me, who gave him the courage and the strength to make it through.

            As the students return, my prayer is that I will bloom where God has planted me, that I will be salt to “flavor” a tasteless world, and light in a world darkened by sin and evil. I pray for strength (Philippians 4:13) and for courage (Joshua 1:9) and most importantly, I pray for wisdom (James 1:5 and I Kings 3:9).

            To teachers across our nation, God speed, be safe, be courageous, don’t give up, and realize you are limited only by what you can dream (and by what the Board of Education allows).
           

         

Monday, July 15, 2013

From the Inside Out



We sang a song during worship, “From the Inside Out”.  It was written by Joel Houston of Hillsong.  I decided I should make it my theme song.  Why?   Because “From the Inside Out”’ is the essence of me really gaining a revelation of who Christ really is and what it means to be His follower, now and for many previous years. I feel that when I sing those lyrics, it’s me unpacking everything I knew to be true about God in the various stages of my life.

I have always dealt with most of the fairly typical passage-of-life issues. My friends were making decisions about their future, and my own direction had been fairly clear since at the ripe old age of eleven, God grabbed a hold of my heart, and I could do nothing but surrender.  Still, however, I had to face that all-important stage of differentiation and I began to ask myself, “Who’s faith do I really accept? Where can I anchor the will of my life? What do I truly believe?”

God had a plan and a purpose for my life but if He had given me a futuristic glimpse of my future, I would have turned tail and ran as fast as I could - to where, I don’t know, but it would have been, “come on feet, don’t fail me now”!  That was a very long time ago, actually in the last century! I have to admit that most of my walk with God, especially when I was younger, seemed more like a ride on

Cedar Point’s roller coaster,  the “Mean Streak”, than a stroll along the beach or a pleasant Sunday drive.  Don’t get me wrong, I love roller coasters.  Larry and I were always game to try the newest coasters.  I did have to quit riding the wild coasters and rides after my double neck surgeries.  The fact is, if my neck were jolted or tilted more than 10-15 degrees in any direction, I would become an instant quadriplegic or it could result in sudden death.  So. . . .you get the picture, right?

But, as the years passed and I grew closer in relationship to my Savior, He provide divine insight as I learned to study His Word, I was able to distinguish His still, small voice in my heart, and instead of the “Mean Streak”, it was more like riding the train that goes all the way around the park to the other side.  You know, when you’re too tired to ride any more, stand in the long lines, or hike to another section of the park, you say, “let’s ride the train!”  It gives you a nice break from the hurry and rush to stand and wait in yet another line.

I was maturing humanly, of course, but I was also growing in my understanding of faith and my relationship with God.  I have many times had to come to terms with how I was going to live my life. My plans were kind of being swept out the window, but through it all, I experienced and continue to experience His grace.

Make no mistake, there were times in my life that I denied that Romans 8:28 was part of God’s word and it certainly was not applicable to my life.  There were challenges that He allowed me to face and I stumbled and fell miserably. There were obstacles set in my path that with His help, I determined to be the “spiritual” bullhead and work my way through.  There were spiritual rivers that I came to but after swimming so long against the current, being exhausted, I began to tread water and float.  It was easier.  Even when I was rearing my three children, and I didn’t feel like it, I instilled God’s principles within them and taught them to face life by Philippians 4:13, “I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.”  I still remind them of that today that they are “can do” kids (even though they are all grown with lives of their own). I share with my students in class from the first day of each new semester that “success comes in cans, and failure comes in can’ts”.

If there is one thing that those who really know me can say is that I have a “God-sensitive” heart. I have a love relationship with Christ as a Father has with his daughter.  Paul tells us in 1 Corinthians 8:13 to be careful that the freedoms that we enjoy do not hinder anyone whose faith may not be as strong as ours and that we do no harm to those who may have a delicate conscience.  It would be unconscionable for me to cause a spiritual disaster to one who was “weaker” in Christ.  Whatever I do in life, even when I do not feel like it, or times that I feel like ripping portions of “inapplicable” Scripture from the Word, my sole purpose is to still bring praise, to show and bring honor, and glory to our Wonderful Savior. My prayer and my song:
“Your will above all else

My purpose remains
The art of losing myself
In bringing You praise
Everlasting
Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame. . .”

Read all of the words to this song. Listen to the song with the link below. Maybe today you feel like I have many times.

“A thousand times I've failed
Still Your mercy remains
And should I stumble again
I'm caught in Your grace
Everlasting
Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame. . .”

I know that when all else fades, His light will shine, through me, from the inside out.  To God be ALL the glory! -- RLS


From The Inside Out

A thousand times I've failed
Still Your mercy remains
And should I stumble again
I'm caught in Your grace
Everlasting
Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame

Your will above all else
My purpose remains
The art of losing myself
In bringing You praise
Everlasting
Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame

In my heart and my soul
Lord I give You control
Consume me from the inside out
Lord let justice and praise
Become my embrace
To love You from the inside out

Your will above all else
My purpose remains
The art of losing myself
In bringing You praise
Everlasting
Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame

In my heart and my soul
Lord I give You control
Consume me from the inside out
Lord let justice and praise
Become my embrace
To love You from the inside out

Everlasting
Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame
And the cry of my heart
Is to bring
You praise
From the inside out
Lord my soul cries out

In my heart and my soul
Lord I give You control
Consume me from the inside out
Lord let justice and praise
Become my embrace
To love You from the inside out

Everlasting
Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame
And the cry of my heart
Is to bring
You praise
From the inside out
Lord my soul cries out



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