When hospitality is not present 2

When hospitality is not present 2

There are too many embarrassing and sad moments about my high school experience to even begin to catalogue. Every evening, alone in my bedroom I would have a sad and depressing pity party.

In those early teen years, I was actually quite fit. I played soccer, cricket and was a reasonable runner. I well remember in my second year taking part in athletic heats that would determine the athletics team that would compete against other local schools. The problem? The events would take place on Saturday. I knew that my parents could simply not afford the additional cost of transportation to get me to those events.

During the 200 metre heats, I found myself leading the pack; I knew that if I made first or second place, I would be expected to attend the competition the following Saturday. I had no option but to slow down and let others pass me. One of my few opportunities for success and I had to throw it away.

Why do I mention this? I subsequently became a teacher and at first my approach to teaching was based on what I had experienced. I was as inhospitable as the teachers and community I had experienced!

BUT, when Jesus Christ drew me to Himself and began to redeem my thinking, my approach to teaching was transformed. I began to develop a determination to seek out the lonely and the isolated; the sad and the troubled. There are school students across the world who are desperate for understanding and for our love and care. They need to love and be loved, know and be known, serve and be served and celebrate and be celebrated. This needs to take place in an environment that radiates hospitality.

We have many young people in need of our pro-active support and grace. I can look back at my school experiences years later and see that they have been redeemed by Jesus Christ; I can actually value them now. It was the Lord instilling in me a love for young people that maybe I could not have gained in any another way. I pray that each one of our students will leave our communities knowing that they have been loved and valued because we have reflected the nature of Christ to them.

Blessings
Brian

Care Conversations

Care Conversations

It’s well over fifty years since the beginning of my own high school experience. I have to say that, at the time, I didn’t see it as pleasant!

My parents earnestly believed that a good education was essential for me. Like many parents of their generation, they had left school early and had no formal qualifications. They enrolled me into an examination at the age of eleven that, if successful, would send me to an elite Grammar School at no cost. I was successful and thus began seven years of horror! You have to understand that my family was extremely poor. My dad was a basic farm hand. Whilst we ate well with lots of farm produce, there was no spare cash for any of life’s extras.

So, on day one of school, I was the shy young boy wearing a second-hand uniform amongst the sons and daughters of doctors, lawyers and successful businesspeople in their brand-new clothes. I was an instant target for ridicule.

My journey to and from school was lengthy. It was good from the point of view that I lived so far from the school, that other students were never likely to visit and therefore I would be spared embarrassment concerning our modest home and depressed neighborhood.

The negative point was that I arrived three minutes before the staring bell and had to leave five minutes after the end of school in order to catch buses.

My day started at 6am and I reached home most days at 6.30pm. All of this meant that after school activities were simply not an option for me; a further isolating factor. The more horrifying memory though is that whilst I was never part of the students’ “in-crowd”, neither did any teacher take an interest in my life. We were addressed by our family name which hardly encouraged intimacy.

So, I lived a lonely, introverted life made worse by the fact that I could never speak with my parents about how sad, lonely and heartbreaking my school life was. They were sacrificing everything they had to give me a “good education” and I hated every moment and every day. On some occasions my life was so bone-numbingly miserable that I feigned illness rather than attend school.

More next week.

Blessings
Brian

TEC’s Thought of the Week

TEC’s Thought of the Week

Best days to come.

As you all know, each week I sign off Thought for the Week with “best days to come”. This little sign-off statement is not only a light-hearted way to finish our words of encouragement, it is also a powerful declaration of truth and faith. Best days to come is about our future in the hands of a trustworthy God. It is embracing the truth that God, the master weaver, knits every thread of our lives into the tapestry of His purposes, past, present, and future. Philippians 2:12-16. He produces a uniquely designed expression of His image in us as He restoratively works with the strands of our best and our worst experiences. When God weaves His ways in us, the end result is always God’s best. He fashions us by His love and goodness, allowing us to experience the blending of both beauty and chaos to produce a distinctive life tapestry that has the extraordinary touch of the master on it. So whatever days are ahead, every thread will be sewn into God’s design to create a strong, resolute, unwavering life of faith that enables us to always know and declare best days to come.

Ultimately, without God, it is impossible to truly declare best days to come. It is one of the privileges of knowing God because we have confidence that God already dwells in our future and will work everything according to His purposes. There is nothing in our future He won’t redeem and transform for our best. At the heart of this is a groundswell of hope. Our best days to come are guaranteed. If we take God out of the picture, life would be like plunging headfirst into a godless abyss where our future days are hit and miss. If we plunge without God, the days to come are thrown to the wind and thrash like an untethered, lost kite, making its way through the realm of chance. It is devoid of hope. Without God those best days can feel like the “norm” without disruption and the worst days come up empty, clutching a search lamp, and restlessly looking for meaning. Only God can enable our best days to come as He works in and through every detail and we can make sense of the best and the not so best days.

God is already moving us forward to better things. Although some of our worst days can be difficult, God designed us to flourish in all our days, best and worst. Yet to flourish is not the work of our own hands. It is placing our trust in the master weaver and knowing He will ensure our best days to come. You can trust Him. He’s the master.

So, friends, get your “best day” on today.

 

Best days to come.
Wen

 

Care Conversations

Care Conversations

Hospitality

Time to consider another aspect of school community being like a family.

Good families exercise generous hospitality.

How do we, as teachers, welcome students into our classrooms? How do students ensure a welcoming environment for each other?

Do our students experience hospitality or hostility? The prefix “hos” means stranger. Being hospitable means welcoming a stranger – the stranger becomes a guest. Being hostile means being opposed to or rejecting a stranger; the stranger becomes an enemy.

Henri Nouwen’s book “Reaching Out” is based upon the Biblical Christian concept of hospitality. In one of the chapters, he addresses how hospitality should be something that exists between teachers and students.

When speaking of the relationship between teachers and students, Nouwen points out that the teacher is called upon to create a space, free of fear, where student and teacher can have a creative exchange of ideas, and where the students can grow and develop. He encourages the teacher to help students see that their own life experiences, their own insights, their own convictions are worthy.

Nouwen reminds us that hospitality is based upon acceptance, not hostility, especially the kinds of subtle hostility, which makes fun of newcomers or puts the newcomer into embarrassing situations. I am personally ashamed of my first couple of years of teaching. I practiced sarcasm as a means of control in my classrooms. I mistakenly thought that behaving in this way would elevate me above my students, that I would be seen as superior. I now sadly reflect upon the fact that I created hostility and insecurity, an unsafe environment for young and vulnerable people.

Thankfully the Lord can redeem our errors

Blessings
Brian

 


 

Reference:

  1. Nouwen, H. (1986). Reaching Out. Image Books/Doubleday.
TEC’s Thought for the Week

TEC’s Thought for the Week

God rides across the heavens to help us (Deuteronomy 33:26-27). What a year it has been! Some of us have lost. Some of us feel beat! Some of us feel anxious. Some of us are asking questions. Some of us are still smiling. Most of us feel we need a break and wonder what the heck just happened to us in these long months of confinement. Part of the problem for us humans is that many of us live with a veiled expectation that life should be lived out in the “happy” lane. Inevitably, our lives will periodically cross over into the quadrant of hardship, and we become the casualties of calamity. This year has poured out difficult days on us and being locked away from life as we know it has left us fatigued. The common word on all our lips as we head towards the close of this year is “weariness”. We are all feeling like weary wanderers, walking the tracks of life that have progressively become threadbare after the pandemic has whipped us and left its welt marks on our beings. We are ready to fall in a heap. We need rest, solace, and a helping hand. But our God never leaves us debilitated in the pit of pain. He is a God of rescue and restoration. Our God rides across the heavens to help us.

As we cry out to God to renew us and put our lives back together, God rides across the heavens to help us. In all His majesty and power, God pulls back on the reins of difficulty, slows the pace with His presence and comfort and catches us. He slips His firm hand under our worn-out feet when we can walk no further and envelops us in His everlasting arms. As God rides across the heavens to help us, He also tramples down the enemy who seeks to camp on any circumstance of difficulty, waiting to derail us. God’s intention is to always help us and lead us to a fresh place, restoring our weary souls with the flow of His living water, as He points us north with a renewed sense of hope. God also gathers up the mess that entangles us, circles in behind it and uses it to restore us. When God rides across the heavens to help us, He takes what worked against us and turns it into something that transforms us. The pain becomes the gain.

God has ridden across the heavens to help us more times than we will ever know about. When we cry out to Him, He always rides to us. When we don’t have strength to cry out, He hears the soft whisper in our hearts that faintly calls Him, and He rides towards us. Have you called Him? He’s already riding. Can you see Him coming? He’s already riding. God will always ride across the heavens to help us.

So, friends, get your “God ride” on today.

 

Best days to come.
Wen