Monday, February 17, 2014

Some Thoughts on Prayer

What do we mean when we say, “God answered our prayers” and what do we mean when we say that he hasn’t? Are there really prayers that God doesn’t answer?

The old cliché is that God has three answers for our prayers, “yes,” “no,” and “wait.” This implies that God always answers prayers, but the answers take on a variety of forms. Sometimes those answers are not exactly what we hope for, but they are answers, nonetheless. Do we really believe this to be true? If we don’t, why do we continue to repeat it? If we do believe it why would we ever talk about God not answering prayers? 

The reality is that when we talk about God “answering our prayers” we most often mean that God answered our prayers the way that we wanted him to answer. You never hear someone go in front of the church and say, “God answered my prayer - he said ‘no.’ You don’t hear many people share with others that, “God answered my prayer by saying, ‘I need to wait.’ We do not celebrate “no” and “wait” answers to prayer, we only celebrate “yes” answers. Since our language often implies that God either answers or doesn’t, everything other than “yes” means he didn’t answer. So, when we talk about answered prayers we usually mean “I got what I wanted.” When we don’t get what we want, we start looking for reasons why God didn’t answer. But it is not so much that God didn’t answer our prayer, its just that he didn’t give us the answer we wanted and we want to know why. 

Assuming that something is wrong when we don’t get the answer that we want, oversimplifies prayer and how we expect God to respond to us. When pressed to explain to a new believer what prayer is, we will often say that it is merely talking to God. But in our actions and in the rest of our talk about prayer, the implication is that prayer is just a continuous string of requests that we hope God will fulfill. Our prayers should be much more than that, though - praises, laments, meditation, listening; those kinds of prayers don’t really need “answers” they just need someone else to be part of the exchange. Prayers really should be conversations with God. 

When we talk about “answered prayers,” then, we imply two things; that prayers are nothing more than requests and that sometimes God chooses to ignore our requests and not give us an answer. I don’t believe that either of those are correct implications, yet we continually perpetuate those ideas with the “Christian” language that we use. 

If God sometimes ignores our requests, does that mean that God sometimes ignores my other prayers as well? Am I sometimes praying to empty space because God has decided that I am not worthy of his attention? Is that what we mean by “unanswered prayer?” I would hope not. I think most Christians, if pressed on the issue, would agree that God always listens, but may not always take action, at least not in the way we hope for. So does that constitute “unanswered prayer” and/or does that necessarily mean that there is a cause, within my control, for God’s lack of action? I would say, “no,” and “maybe.” Cause and effect is not always easy to see in our prayer life. When someone is sick, we pray for healing. Usually there are both righteous and unrighteous people praying for the healing. Sometimes there is healing, sometimes there is not. Is the lack of healing, unanswered prayer, or just an answer that we don’t like? Is the healing the result of more righteous people praying than unrighteous or because there was one super righteous person praying? Is there a cause and effect relationship between those who are healed and those who are not? When my sister died from cancer, is it because my family and friends didn’t pray right or because we were not holy enough? Did God not answer our prayers, or did he simply choose to give us an answer that we did not want or did not understand at the time? 

Certainly there is scripture that tells us that there are ways that we can enhance our odds of having our requests granted, but there is never a guarantee. Paul certainly wanted the “thorn in his flesh” removed (2 Corinthians 12:7-10), but God did not grant his request. Are we to conclude that Paul did not pray earnestly enough - after all, he only prayed three times? Or was there something else in Paul’s life that stood in the way of “answered prayer?” Clearly Paul did not view his situation as unanswered prayer. Instead he saw God’s answer as different from what he himself wanted, and, ultimately, he saw the answer as better, even though it caused him hardship. 

Even Jesus cried out to God to remove the burden of dying on the cross. He couldn’t have possibly believed that there was another way, but he prayed about it anyway, and followed with the acknowledgement that ultimately it was more important for God’s will to be done, even if it meant he had to do what he did not want to do. Was Jesus’ prayer answered? He certainly wasn’t delivered from dying on the cross, but to say his prayer wasn’t answered would be ludicrous. It would be even more ridiculous to conclude that there was something in Jesus’ life that prevented the prayer from being answered. 

Jesus’ prayer was not as much a request as it was a lament, a conversation with God communicating his distress. I am certain that Jesus already knew what the answer had to be, but he talked to his Father about it anyway, because that is much of what prayer is - real conversations about life.

Maybe our prayer lives would be better if we just did more of that - shared our lives with God, instead of always making so many requests of God. Maybe our prayer life would be better if we focussed as much on being who he wants us to be as we do on what we want him to give. When we do make requests, maybe we shouldn’t be so busy looking for the answers we want to see, but instead should spend more time looking for God at work in the answers that he gives. 

Friday, February 14, 2014

Blessings #257 to 283

Sometimes the best blessing is a change of heart!

257.  Students rising to the occasion and doing a great job packing food for Generation Alive.
258.  The willingness of Tim to spend his whole day at the middle school working alongside the students packing food.
259.  12,000 meals
260.  Learning from diving into an unknown project and looking forward to doing it better the second time around.
261.  Being able to give a great report to the Behavior teacher about one of his students.
262.  Difficult passages of scripture.
263.  Students responding, without hesitation, to a suggestion to show kindness to  another student being left out.
264.  Difficult conversation that lead to meaningful solutions.
265.  Colby teaching at Youth Group - seeing the evidence of deep thought and concern about his faith and the faith of those around him.
266.  A surprise birthday party thrown for Calli by her friends.
267.  A 16-year old daughter who can drive herself to take care of her horse!268.  All of the money needed for Colby’s internship at Niños de Mexico coming in before he ever started writing a support letter - and coming in from just one donor!
269.  Colby getting the call from Nancy Sachs from Ninos de Mexico to talk about raising support and Colby is able to say, “it is already done.” Her response - “that never happens! That is amazing.”
270.  Next year’s housing dilemma for Colby resolved by the generosity of his friends and their parents.
271.  My children having amazing friends
272.  Sandy and I having amazing friends
273.  Calli  choosing her Bibles study over getting her license
274.  The wisdom of our school vice-principal who shares my desire to leave teaching for the sake of some sort of mission work - “God is doing a work in you, Darrell, to prepare you for the time when it is right.” Thank you Laurie for that reminder!
275.  Hearing about young ladies on mission trips who came home terribly ill, and are still anxious to go back!
276.  Being asked to be a mentor
277.  Being asked to speak to youth about faith and scripture
278.  God changing my heart - where there was once frustration there is now hope that I can be used to help
279.  Testimonies from youth
280.  A day off, free from obligations, so I can just hang out with Sandy!
281.  Calli having her license so she can drive herself to take care of her horse and help Katie when she is sick
282.  Seeing former students, now in college, who don’t think I know who they are but I do. I love seeing former students in random places and I love it when they are willing to stop and talk, even if it is only for a moment.
283.  Lessons in patience - they are really hard to count as blessings now, but I know there will be a time when I will realize the benefits

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Staying Behind (Blessing #256)

During Sunday morning worship, recently, as a preview to a song, we were challenged to think about going deeper in our faith - to step out into tumultuous water where we have no control and our faith will be challenged. So often we avoid those opportunities where we feel that there is no way we can control what happens or where we feel our own gifts and talents are inadequate to accomplish what needs to be done, but we so easily forget that those are the situations where God works best. 

“That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weakness, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”  
   - 2 Corinthians 12:10

Inside I was laughing a little, thinking about how our perception of what is stormy water changes over time and how my current struggle is so opposite of what it was 6 years ago.

It was in 2008 that Sandy and I began the planning, in earnest, for our first trip to Niños de Mexico, an orphanage our church supports outside of Mexico City. Neither of us really knew what we were doing. We felt completely inadequate and had many moments of doubts, wondering what we had gotten ourselves into. We had no experience even being on a short-term mission trip, much less leading one, but we had jumped in with both feet and were learning to trust God in the process. I am still amazed at how God worked through that year, not despite our incompetence, but, maybe, more because of it. Often it felt like we had little control, but that was good!

I have now led two teams to Mexico and I find myself in the beginning stages of planning a third trip... but this one is different. I find myself in a completely different position than I was six years ago. I am no longer afraid of going or leading, I am eager to go and eager to lead the team. Planning the trip is no longer an unknown and it is no longer stressful. It no longer feels like I am incompetent, I feel like I have a handle on what needs to be done and how it should be done. To a certain extent I have gained control... and now I am giving it away.

This trip is different, because I am not going. It is different because Sandy and I are handing over the leadership to someone else - something that is so near and dear to our hearts, we are entrusting to someone else. This time we are helping prepare the team to go without us. This time we are helping to prepare someone else to lead in our absence. Where my fear was once in going, it is now in staying behind. Where my fear was once in leading, it is now in giving up my leadership. Before I felt compelled to go, but my fear kept pulling me to stay. I am still longing to go, but now my fear is in staying behind. 


It is an agonizing thing, but I am grateful for it. It is good to be able to look back and see ways that I have changed and grown. It is good to know that God is still at work in me, changing me and using me. It is a good reminder that I will never “arrive,” but that there will always be another lesson to learn and an opportunity to grow. It is also good to have a little mystery - I don’t know what this current condition will lead to during the next six years, but I hope and pray that the change in me will be as good, or better, than the change produce over the last six years!

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Blessings #234 to 255

234.  Thoughtful responses to my blog posts
235.  Not-so-pleasant responses to my blog posts - they make me think carefully about what I say and if I am willing to endure the comments that might follow
236.  A half day to finish grades
237.  Conversation with Steve that is so good it almost makes me late for work
238.  Help with watering the horses when it is hard to get out to the barn
239.  Watching Calli play some winter soccer with the neighbor boys who asked her to be part of their team!
240.  Awesome neighbors who are just easy to be with - thanks Joe and Alissa!
241.  Walking the dog to Samantha and Micah’s - it is great having church family close by!
242.  Being able to help a friend when he is sick, by stepping into his shoes, even when it is last minute
243.  A gracious church family that doesn’t mind me listening to me ramble, as a last minute sermon fill in
244.  Talking to people about my sermon and hearing their perspective on what I said. It is always encouraging to know that God used me, somehow, to cause a person to think about some aspect of their own faith. I will never get tired of God using me in that way!
245.  Greeting Colby from the airport after his month-long trip to China
246.  Hearing that Colby really wants his sister at the airport and that Calli wants to change plans so she can be at the airport to see Colby. Knowing that your kids love each other and enjoy being with each other is the best gift a parent could have.
247.  Listening to Colby’s stories and the enthusiasm in his voice
248.  Having the ability to stay home from work with Calli when she is down and feeling sick
249.  Antibiotics
250.  Medical care, virtually on demand
251.  Calli’s perseverance in school, despite being sick all month, being able to finish final despite feeling sick and finishing with A’s. I am blessed to have kids who care about doing their best with integrity.
252.  Healthy disagreements that cause us to think, evaluate, process and sort out what we truly believe to be right and best. Even if the disagreements remain (without contentiousness), it is good to be forced to go through that process.
253.  Dinner delivered accompanied by good friends
254.  Piles of snow, even if it is coming almost two months late.
255.  A shoveled driveway that I didn’t have to do!

Monday, January 20, 2014

The Irony of Richard Sherman Exposing Our Own Hypocrisy

Even if you are not a football fan, there is a good chance you have heard about Richard Sherman and his interview/rant after beating the San Francisco 49‘ers and earning a spot in the Super Bowl. While I am not condoning Sherman’s actions at the end of the game or his amped up spiel afterwards, I did find the responses of others interesting afterwards, especially from Christians.

Without going into all the details (if you are interested, you’ve probably seen it already so you don’t need my explanation and if you don’t care about football, my explanation won’t matter), Sherman made the defensive play to end the game and give the Seahawks the victory, by batting a passed ball away from the receiver. After the game, the worst of what Sherman said was to shout that he was the best at his position and the receiver was mediocre at best. Adding to that, he said, that’s what you get when  you try to make a play in his direction with a lesser player. All that was said with a great deal of passion that some translated as angry.

People were quick to offer their opinions of the outburst. Within minutes, facebook and twitterdom were filled with responses. The ones I found most interesting, though, were those from Christians I know. Many called him classless, a thug, an embarrassment, and a variety of other things not so complimentary. Many dismissed him as just a typical “dumb, mouthy, jock” and mocked him for his behavior. There was much piety and a general sense being appalled that someone would carry on like that. Many were not at all shy about sharing their opinions of utter distaste for Sherman in a public forum...

Wait... All this fuss about Richard Sherman having the gall to sound off about the San Francisco players on a live public forum...

So, it is a terrible thing for Richard Sherman to go on a rant about another player and another team in a public forum, but it is perfectly fine for other folks (including Christians) to do the same to him... in a public forum and say things much worse than he ever said? How does that make sense? Is it okay for me to post comments insulting Richard Sherman for insulting someone else? How does that work? Is it okay for me to call him names to as many people as I am able without any consequence, but he should be condemned and punished for doing the same thing because... 

Go ahead and insert your own ending, because anything I try to put in there just looks stupid.

And we wonder why people are bothered by the hypocrisy of “Christians?”

Even more, the trashing of Richard Sherman was, for most people, based on a 30 second, emotional outburst and nothing else. Many skewering Sherman barely knew of Sherman before seeing him on the post game interview. Most have no idea that he grew up in Compton, Ca., a place as famous for gangs and drugs as it is for anything else. Most don’t know that Richard Sherman was the Salutatorian of his high school graduating class with a 4.2 GPA (how many spewing their vitriol even had a 3.2 GPA in high school). Or how about the fact that he graduated on time from Stanford and began his graduate degree there before starting pro football (how many of you could even get accepted at Stanford - and don’t say he got in just because of football: take a second look at his high school GPA)? I wonder if those same people know about Sherman’s charity work, about the influence he had on his high school teammates in challenging them to go to college or the ongoing visits and influence he has at his old high school making sure kids think about academics first?

I am not condoning Richard Sherman’s post game comments, but I have a great deal of respect for Richard Sherman because I took the time to find out more about him, rather than basing my opinion of him on a 30-second interview done during one of the most emotional moments of his life. Before blasting him and stereotyping him, I would encourage you to do the same. I would encourage you to do the same with anyone, rather than jumping to conclusions and announcing your ignorance in a public forum. If you are really interested, try this article from Sports Illustrated. 

Or how about this - what if the news broadcast all of your facebook posts one evening - would you be proud of all of them? What if they just publicized your worst comment, like, a hundred times one evening, so that people around the country could get to know you better based on that one comment? Would you think it was fair for people to call you names and make assumptions about your character? What if they put you down first, and told you that you were no good (at whatever you do), and then posted the comments for everyone to see? Do you think you might have a chip on your shoulder or be a little angry? Do you think, in the heat of an intense moment, after listening to someone talk trash to you, that you might respond differently than Richard Sherman? 

If you derided Sherman for his comments after Sunday’s game, I don’t think you would.

Blessings #210 to 233

210.  Seeing Calli care about school and doing her best even when she is not feeling well and taking the initiative on her own to do what she can to stay caught up
211.  Working with teachers who have a sense of humor - who can take a joke and dish it out
212.  Experiencing morning with Beka (our new 11 month old puppy) who sees every morning as the most exciting, invigorating time of the day - like she just can’t believe that she gets to have another day in our home!
213.  Hearing the excitement and gratitude in Laurie’s voice after getting back from two weeks in Rawanda and knowing that God used me to encourage her to go! It is always cool to see how God uses us as a piece to the puzzle when something amazing happens in another person’s life!
214.  The opportunity to preach 
215.  Wrestling with a sermon (wrestling with God) and learning in the process
216.  Jess’s video - almost made me cry right before I had to preach
217.  A successful first Ninos short-term mission team meeting and watching Nate and Claire take the lead
218.  Learning to let go, even when I don’t want to, but I know it is best
219.  Christian bosses - even if I don’t always agree with their educational philosophy or the way they want things done, I am blessed to have several Christian bosses who care about me and respect my faith
220.  Brianna’s initiative to raise support - it shows genuine excitement!
221.  Calli working on her support letter on day one!
222.  A new beginning for our small group
223.  A new job for Ericka - happy friends warm the heart
224.  Hearing from Colby from China, even if it is just a short Facebook message exchange
225.  Discovering someone has shut down all the computers for me in the computer lab
226.  Calli’s hard work after school paying off with an A in Spanish!
227.  Hearing from people that the paper of verses from my sermon were actually used during the week and that they were grateful for them
228.  Help from friends and knowing that they are glad to help - a truck from Steve and a strong back from Nate
229.  Parting with my drums, but knowing they will be well used
230.  Being the old couple in house full of 20 and 30-somethings - being welcome with those 20 to 30 years younger is wonderful!
231.  Leftover dessert from mom
232.  Progress on lingering projects that I keep putting off
233.  Thoughtful, intelligent comments on Facebook - it really can be used for more than drama and mindless drivel - thank you Buffy.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Learning From My Own Sermon (Blessing #209)

Every now and then our elders have a moment of weakness and allow me to preach on Sunday. It truly is an honor and I am always grateful for the opportunity, mostly because I always learn something in the process. This last Sunday was no different - actually I should say the weeks leading up to Sunday were no different.

For several months I had been wrestling with the whole idea of worship. I talked a little about some of those struggles in an earlier blog - Music is not a Synonym for Worship -but there was still much more to worship that was spinning around in my head. Much of my struggle centered on how quickly some people tend to turn worship on and off, or more to the point, how things around them seem to turn their worship on and off for them, as if they have no control over it. Of course most of this still centers around music, but it goes beyond that. I began asking (and am still asking) what does it mean to worship? If worship is more than music, what exactly is it? 

One of my conclusions was more about what it is not - it is not an emotion. The power of music in worship is that music evokes powerful emotions and I am seeing that those emotions are often confused with worship. The more emotional we are, the more meaningful and deeper we tend to believe our worship is. But that is exactly why worship can seem to come and go so quickly. When the emotion of the music or the passionate prayer or the enthusiastic sermon stops, our worship seems to stop, because we equate the emotional feeling to worship. 

But our misconceptions about worship are much like misconceptions about love. The world thinks that real love is all about feeling warm and fuzzy inside and the stronger the emotions that are produced, the stronger love must be. But Christians have, for quite sometime, recognized that as nonsense. Yet, we do not always recognize the same thing when it applies to worship. The very criticisms that we have about the world when it comes to love, could be applied to ourselves when we talk about worship. The same response applies to both as well - love and worship are not about emotions, they are about making a choice.

So how do I choose to worship? 

I didn’t find all the answers in preparing my sermon, but I did make some unexpected connections. Before I made those connections, though, it seems that God had something else in mind that he needed to teach me first...

During this whole process, much of what I was trying to learn was not so much a genuine thirst for learning about worship, it was a hunger for finding the right passages and the right words so I could really deliver a convicting message to those that I really thought needed to hear words of wisdom (my words of wisdom) about worship. See, if I am totally honest, much of my struggle was not so much my own struggle with worship, as it was my perception that so many other people didn’t understand worship correctly. When I started writing my sermon, my motivation wasn’t to glorify God (hey, that sounds like worship), but rather point out the erroneous actions of “those other Christians.” 

Three weeks out from when I was scheduled to preach, I was thinking about all of this worship stuff. I had a general idea in mind of the shape the sermon should take and I had a vision for what I wanted to accomplish, but the words just refused to form themselves on paper (actually the computer screen, but words on paper sounds so much better). I didn’t worry too much about it, though, because I still had plenty of time (I write better with a more eminent deadline). But three weeks turned into two, and two into one and soon I wasn’t talking about weeks anymore, I was talking about days. Thursday evening before my sermon I had some things written, but it might as well have been a blank page, because nothing sounded right. I simply could not find the sentences that would convict the hearts of those other people that needed to hear this message. I went to bed feeling a bit panicked, but continued to pray that God would give me words - not my words, but his words - only this time I actually meant it.

At work on Friday I thought about my sermon (it is a good thing I have a day job, because I couldn’t go through this every week) and the more I thought about it the more I prayed that God’s words would somehow come out of my mess of thoughts. Friday evening I started over. This time I started writing what I was learning and about where I had been learning it. I started trying to put pieces together that led me to the point I am right now - the pieces that have led me to what I believe about worship today. Through the process I stopped worrying about who I was trying to preach to and instead I tried to reconstruct the fragmented parts from the last months and even years that had led me to think differently about worship. When I started doing that, an amazing thing happened. A sermon started showing itself on the blank page, only the sermon wasn’t directed so much at everyone else, like I originally intended, it was directed at me - a reminder of what I had come to believe and why. 

Funny how that works...

As an added bonus, I saw a connection that I hadn’t really made before. I mean, I knew about it, but sometimes knowing about something and actually understanding the connection are two totally different things. In this case I saw the connection between obedience and worship like I had not understood before and it took shape in the midst of my writing. It was like I knew it all along, but I just hadn’t connected all the dots until I started writing it. It was weird and really cool at the same time.

By noon on Saturday I felt I had a sermon. It wasn’t what I expected, it was better. I say that cautiously. I say it was better not because of my ability - it was better because I finally listened and let God work through my fingers on the keyboard. I stopped trying to impose my will on the words and instead let the words speak for themselves. I know I didn’t remove all of me from the sermon and it seems pious to think that my sermon was specially ordained from God, but I know there was much less of me and more of Him on Friday night and Saturday morning then there was the three weeks before. 

So, I know I took a big u-turn right when I asked the question, “How do I choose to worship.” But the detour is part of the answer, at least the part of the answer I learned while writing the sermon. 

I choose to worship by choosing to be obedient. 

I know, you’re saying, “that’s it?”

Ya, that’s it. Nothing magical, nothing incredibly profound, just obedience. To obey is greater than sacrifice. Sacrifice was a form of worship. But obedience is a greater form of worship - maybe the greatest form of worship. 

And that became my sermon. A long convoluted path of ignoring God first, before discovering a simple truth, then finding unexpected freedom and relief in simple obedience. Something so simple and yet so difficult - so obvious that it was hard to see, especially since it applied to me as much as everyone else. 

I know, it seems like it should be a shorter story, doesn’t it? 


If you are interested in how it all turned out, you can listen to Obedience as an Act of Wroship.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Blessings #195 to 208

195.  A new year - a reminder to reflect, learn and look ahead.
196.  After missing two weeks, being back with my church family.
197.  Breakfast with Steve
198.  Preparing for Niños short term missions team meetings, looking forward to working with a great group of people and anticipating great things that God will do.
199.  The Niños short term mission planning as a great excuse to spend time with Nate & Claire.
200.  Being able to talk through awkward situations with friends without fear of damaging the friendship
201.  Watching Beka follow Calli everywhere
202.  The wonders of modern technology that allow me to “chat” with my son while he is touring China
203.  Knowing that Colby is having an incredible experience seeing wonders that many of us will never see
204.  A wasted Algebra class (as far as curriculum content) because of a good discussion about education, the students’ future and miscellaneous aspects of life.
205.  Still being excited about planning the annual 8th Grade Seattle Trip - it is a good feeling to do this willingly with enthusiasm and I am thankful that God is still stirring that excitement in me for the trip.
206.  Watching the details for the Seattle trip start to fall in place, in large part due to great co-workers who are as enthusiastic about the trip as I am!
207.  Hearing from parents of past students that tell me that the 8th Grade Seattle trip was their best memory from Middle School and maybe from all of school!
208.  Watching a group of girls welcome a new student and including her immediately in what they are doing - it is incredibly encouraging to see such kindness from middle school kids

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Blessings #177 to 194

177.  A walk with my family down streets filled with Christmas lights
178.  Colby giving Calli a piggy-back ride. There is nothing better as a parent, than seeing evidence of your children’s love for one another!
179.  Christmas
180.  Christmas cards from longtime friends scattered around the country
181.  Knowing that there are many friends looking out for my mom and helping her out when I am out of town
182.  Being able to help family
183.  In-laws that are far more generous than I deserve
184.  Cousins that my kids love being with and who love my kids back
185.  A thoughtful, movie that stirs the mind and heart
186.  Discovering obscure music that I like
187.  A used book store and having time to search for those hidden treasures at a good price
188.  Colby accepted to intern at Niños de Mexico for the summer and knowing that he will be spend three months learning, growing, and helping in an incredible place with wonderful people.
189.  The 17 hour marathon drive home from Fresno made easier by the whole family taking turns driving (even Calli!)
190.  Home
191.  A visit from Hannah before she returns to Guatemala and the encouragement from her faithfulness
192.  A good night’s sleep
193.  Waking up without a headache
194.  A new member to the family - Beka!

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

A Christmas Carol (Blessing #176)

It was the evening before leaving on our annual Christmas pilgrimage to California to spend the holidays with Sandy’s family. Sandy and I had just sat down for a few minutes to collect our thoughts and discuss our plan of attack for packing, when there was an unexpected knock on our door. Answering the knock, I was greeted by a line of five teenage boys, led by our neighbor across the street, each of them former students of mine. The way they had arranged themselves on our sidewalk, it looked as though they were prepared to sing a song and I halfway expected an old movie Christmas scene to be performed in our front yard. To my disappointment, however, they were merely there in search of my son, who was gone for the evening.  

But before they left too quickly, I mentioned my observation, that the way they had lined themselves up led me to believe that they should be singing us a Christmas carol. One of them agreed while chastising the others for not listening to his earlier idea to do this very thing. Another suggested that they sing “Jingle Bells,” most likely because that is the only Christmas song with words that had actually remained in their collective memories. The five of them argued and laughed and mixed in a gentle, joking push here and there and then they were off, back across the street, understanding that my request for a Christmas carol was made mostly in jest and feeling like they had sufficiently participated in the fun.

As I closed the door, I was glad for the exchange, but a bit disappointed in the end result. I wandered through the kitchen (the kitchen is a magnet for me when I don’t know what else to do) and saw several frosted, Christmas cookies that certainly would not be eaten by the time we left in the morning. “Text Brody,” I told Sandy, “and tell him that if they all come back and sing us a song, we have cookies for them.” I wasn’t sure how they would respond, but I was hopeful that they would come back. 

I’m not sure others understand how satisfying it is for me, as a teacher, to see my former students in other contexts - to interact with them in positive and fun ways outside of anything associated with school, but I cherish those moments. Among the five was the full gambit of students, from wonderful in the classroom to frustrating and various degrees between the two. But here, at my front door, they were just teenage boys in the neighborhood, who, whether they know it or not, I care about. The past conflicts with math and homework were forgotten and I was able to simply appreciate who they are now. More than I wanted I song, I simply wanted them to know that I appreciated their visit. I wanted them to know, in the smallest of ways, that despite our lack of contact since middle school math, I still cared about them and enjoyed their silliness. I am not always good at that, but this was a rare opportunity that I did not want to slip away.

The second knock on the door came just a few minutes after Sandy’s text. This time we both went to the door, cookies in hand, to see what would greet us. To our delight, the five boys immediately burst into a rousing rendition of “Jingle Bells,” complete with choreographed jumps and a solo backflip by one as the grand finale. And then they converged on the cookies like a school of sharks to fresh meat. We thanked them and we all laughed and then they quickly shuffled back across the street, mission accomplished. 


They probably thought it was nothing - a moment’s entertainment and an easy way to score some dessert. But it was more to me than they will likely ever know. It was much needed encouragement in the midst of a difficult year as a teacher. It was refreshing and oddly inspiring. It was an unexpected, unintentional blessing and the perfect way to be sent off on our holiday excursion.

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