Psalm 90 says that our lifespan is threescore years and ten, and if that should be true for me, then I am well beyond the midpoint at which Dante began his famous journey. Yet even at my age and with my decades of experience in education, I still need a teacher. I have been blessed since Kindergarten with outstanding teachers, but over the past twenty years there has been one who has gently and carefully guided and shaped my thinking in ways that even he may not know. Do not bother skipping to the end of this piece in search of his name, for you will not find it. I doubt he would want the publicity, but I do want to share his latest lesson.
Mine is a logical mind that takes great pleasure in wit and good turns of a phrase, and this combination can lead to the sharp skewering and harsh condemnation of things that are wrong. To be sure, there are wrongs that need to be skewered and condemned, but there is such a thing as grace, and my friend reminded me of that when we talked today about the expectations we all have of each other during this unprecedented time. No one has experienced what we are living through in these days of COVID-19. No teacher has ever taught in circumstances like these. No custodian, principal, or superintendent has worked in such conditions. In fact, there is not a banker, barber, mechanic, librarian, elected official, lawyer, doctor, firefighter, police officer, pastor, rabbi, plumber, architect, IT specialist, mother, father, or child who has ever experienced a pandemic and its consequences such as we all are experiencing right now. What does that mean?
It means that the best leader before this moment and the worst leader before this moment are now trying to lead in a unique moment. Yes, some will be better prepared for it, and when we say that we are all doing our best, the best by some will serve better than the best by others, but it is perhaps unfair to judge too harshly those whose best is not all we would want it to be. I have certainly dropped a few balls and thought of some wonderful ideas after the time had passed when they would have been useful.
We should have high standards, both for ourselves and for those we lead. Parents rightly maintain high expectations for their children, just as bosses do for their employees and employees do for their bosses, but it is not helpful for the backseat driver to scream at the one behind the wheel who is driving the car across unfamiliar terrain. If the vehicle is about to go over a cliff, then by all means, yell with the full capacity of your lungs, but if it is merely a bumpy ride, it may be better to sit back and hold on tightly.
Steve Perkins-2014 Indiana Teacher of the Year
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Thursday, November 12, 2015
Cicero, Springsteen, and Common Grace
Expectant mother Amanda Blackburn was murdered at 8:30 a.m. on Tuesday, November 10, as she protected her infant son from a violent home invader. Her husband, Pastor Davey Blackburn, has released a beautiful statement. The Indianapolis Star has details of the crime.
This is but one more instance of senseless violence. One. More. Instance.
The Roman orator Cicero closed one of his earliest speeches with these words:
Nam cum omnibus horis aliquid atrociter fieri videmus aut audimus, etiam qui natura mitissimi sumus adsiduitate molestiarum sensum omnem humanitiatis ex animis amittimus. (Pro Roscio, 154)
"For when at every hour we see or hear some atrocity taking place, even those of us who are by nature most gentle, by growing accustomed to the violence, lose all sense of humanity from our souls."
Yet today in this city that wakes up to the news of one more mother killed, one more unborn baby murdered, we will go about our business. I will teach my classes. Baristas will serve coffee. Doctors will heal, officers will help, and lawn care crews will rid homes of unwanted fall leaves.
How is this possible?
Bruce Springsteen once wondered the same thing in song. After he recounts various mundane tragedies in the verses, he sings in the chorus, "Struck me kinda funny. Seems kinda funny, sir, to me. At the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe."
How is this possible?
Some of the students at our school, one of the largest public high schools in Indiana, have faced horrors no one, certainly no child, should ever face. These pictures and words from our English Language Learners currently on display tell part of their story.
How is this possible? How can these children survive such atrocities and not, as Cicero had it, lose all sense of humanity from their souls? Sadly, some do lose their humanity, but most do not. Most, in Springsteen's words, find some reason to believe and to carry on.
I am reminded of the words of Jesus in Matthew 5:45. "For he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust." (ESV) There is a common grace that allows us to endure. It gives us a reason to believe and, for those who would "rage against the dying of the light" and would not lose all sense of humanity from their souls, to keep going.
As these thoughts were running through my mind while I walked the halls before the start of school, I was reminded of how important it is that I love my students well. I must provide an environment for grace to flourish. I do this in part by treating my students with respect, by enjoying them and the things they do, and by creating a positive atmosphere in my class. I also do it by striving along with them to achieve the greatest rigor in our subject. We work hard because our subject matters and they matter. We correct mistakes. We do not flinch from academic difficulties. We conduct class this way because to do other would be to cheapen the experience and to say that they are not worthy of the best in human endeavor. This would truly be a loss of humanity, and it is something grace will not allow.
This is but one more instance of senseless violence. One. More. Instance.
The Roman orator Cicero closed one of his earliest speeches with these words:
Nam cum omnibus horis aliquid atrociter fieri videmus aut audimus, etiam qui natura mitissimi sumus adsiduitate molestiarum sensum omnem humanitiatis ex animis amittimus. (Pro Roscio, 154)
"For when at every hour we see or hear some atrocity taking place, even those of us who are by nature most gentle, by growing accustomed to the violence, lose all sense of humanity from our souls."
Yet today in this city that wakes up to the news of one more mother killed, one more unborn baby murdered, we will go about our business. I will teach my classes. Baristas will serve coffee. Doctors will heal, officers will help, and lawn care crews will rid homes of unwanted fall leaves.
How is this possible?
Bruce Springsteen once wondered the same thing in song. After he recounts various mundane tragedies in the verses, he sings in the chorus, "Struck me kinda funny. Seems kinda funny, sir, to me. At the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe."
How is this possible?
Some of the students at our school, one of the largest public high schools in Indiana, have faced horrors no one, certainly no child, should ever face. These pictures and words from our English Language Learners currently on display tell part of their story.
How is this possible? How can these children survive such atrocities and not, as Cicero had it, lose all sense of humanity from their souls? Sadly, some do lose their humanity, but most do not. Most, in Springsteen's words, find some reason to believe and to carry on.
I am reminded of the words of Jesus in Matthew 5:45. "For he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust." (ESV) There is a common grace that allows us to endure. It gives us a reason to believe and, for those who would "rage against the dying of the light" and would not lose all sense of humanity from their souls, to keep going.
As these thoughts were running through my mind while I walked the halls before the start of school, I was reminded of how important it is that I love my students well. I must provide an environment for grace to flourish. I do this in part by treating my students with respect, by enjoying them and the things they do, and by creating a positive atmosphere in my class. I also do it by striving along with them to achieve the greatest rigor in our subject. We work hard because our subject matters and they matter. We correct mistakes. We do not flinch from academic difficulties. We conduct class this way because to do other would be to cheapen the experience and to say that they are not worthy of the best in human endeavor. This would truly be a loss of humanity, and it is something grace will not allow.
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