I don't want to waste my teaching!

Over the past week I have heard, said or read the phrase, "I don't want to waste my..." more than just a few times. It has gained popularity because of John Piper's great little book, Don't waste your life! Sometime after he wrote the book, he learned he had cancer. After thinking and praying deeply, he wrote another book, actually to himself (but he did share it with us and you can buy it somewhere). It is called I don't want to waste my cancer! His application of an important perspective to himself got me thinking. First, no one would want to get cancer. People fear it so much that many won't say the word. They might refer to it by initial - C. Jane and I often talk about how that fear develops when we have a headache for an unusually long period of time, or when she suffered some dizzy spells or something else-- "I was afraid it was a brain tumor!" The stories of peoples' live so drastically effected and the struggles and suffering they endured and the treatments they had and the side effects of the treatments just reinforce that whole idea. And so we pray, when we think of it, "Lord, please don't let me get cancer." I'll bet John Piper never wanted to get it either. But he did. And his response was, Lord, take this disease I have and use it to make me whatever You want me to be. Teach me to turn away from those dark parts of my life. Use it to burn away the refuse of sin. Strengthen my love for You. Help me long for You still more and more. And if you use this cancer that way, I will be overjoyed! Well, I don't have cancer. I have to teach. (I know I should say, I get to teach, but for fair exposure of my heart, I do say, I have to teach!) It is the way I can work and earn money to provide for my family but it is not my passion. Yes, I am a teacher, by giftedness, temperament and even heredity (my mom was a teacher, too). But my passion is the church and the gospel. I know all about the high value of teaching children as a school teacher. I know that all callings and vocations are holy. But I so often struggle with teaching in the public schools when I would rather be teaching within the church. I am thankful that so many of my family and friends say things like, "Those kids are really lucky to have you teaching them." But knowing my heart and what I really want, I say "thank you" to those comments and try to silence my doubts within. My heart says, teaching them to read is like putting band aids on cancer. And I don't like cancer, remember? But I am a teacher, in a public school, working harder than I ever have to learn to do better what I am doing so that the children I get to teach have the best opportunities to learn. And I want them to learn. And I want them to know that I want them to learn. And I want them to know that I believe they have lots and lots of potential and can do anything anybody else can--even people from the middle and upper classes. So here's the rub. It seems like I wish I were doing something else: in a church. But I'm not. Now what do I do? Do I pray, "Lord, change my circumstances to something that fits me better." Or do I pray, "Lord, use my circumstances to change me to fit right now better." Did I say I don't want to waste my teaching? I want Jesus to keep on working in me right now. I couldn't stand it if I thought I had to be in the right circumstances for Him to work in me, on me and through me. That would make me His counselor and Him my personal assisstant. None of that. He is God and I'm not. I get that. So Lord, don't let me waste my teaching.

Projects Ahead

Recently a friend of mine posted how far he has been able to work through his project list on his new home since he moved. He had accomplished much in a relatively short time. It made me think how much I don't really think in terms of lists of projects. But I am learning. I have a couple left on my summer 'honey do' list. And I'm thankful that even though I am back at school, summer isn't officially over for several more weeks. I may make that one yet. I used to say that I like to be spontaneous, but many times that was a mere cover for being afraid of not getting anything done or getting it done poorly. It was more a problem in me, about me, than a positive aspect of my personality. Well, one of the little tools I have learned to help keep me accountable is a posted list, so here goes...looking at my first semester. 1. Completing my summer honey do list. 2. Working on the PastorServe website: focusing on the front page and some structure issues, with a company that can do the work. 3. Listening to long series of teaching by David Powlison about the Dynamics of Biblical Change. 4. Reading the following week's preaching text in Greek. 5. Getting into a small group with Jane. Well, there it is. I said it. Now, by the power of the Lord, I'm heading off to the fall and looking to see what He'll do that is more than I can ask or imagine! (But first back to facebook and brag up my list some!)

Thanks to Johnny Cash

Hang on cowboys. You too, mountain guys. The song is a comin'. But first, thanks to the man in black, Johnny Cash, for the inspiration. I heard his name associated with one of my favorite pastor/teachers--Tim Keller. The quote goes something like this: Tim Keller is like Johnny Cash. His material is always getting ripped off and he never gets the credit. Thanks Johnny, it's burnin'. And thanks, Tim, it's always grace. "I'm goin' higher" The top is beautiful thing It makes me sing I can see everything A goal I long to reach It’s up and back And then I teach But I sat down cause my legs they were on fire My lungs they burned But my friends all pointed higher and soon I’m up I’m going higher I’m going higher Soon we’ll be up there But where’s the air Give me a chair I’m walking Not doing much talking Oh where’s the air Give me a chair So I sit down cause my legs they are on fire My lungs they burn My friends all point much higher And I keep on goin’ Oh I am a trier to get much higher When we reach the top Oh then we’ll stop And go back down Then’s the time to say It was an easy day When we’re back in town Cause then we’ll sit and our legs won’t be on fire Our lungs won’t burn We don’t have to go no higher And our friends will say ‘Oh you’re a climber. Oh you’re a climber!”

Back from the Mountains

The middle of August is here and I made it back from the mountains safely. Two groups of Men from Colonial, an in between adventure and now it's back to school time for me. So what did I learn this year? We had incredible hikers and climbers. They did great--in spite of a downpour on the very first acclimation hike. We wondered what would happen the next day, God gave us great weather, and Pastor Paul Parsons showed up to climb with us. Glorious. The second day, 16 of 19 went climbing--an all time high percent! Everyone made at least one summit and many got both Grays and Torreys. Congrats, gents. The Snowmass adventure was just as much fun, even without such great success. Six of us started an eight mile plus hike 2500 vertical feet up a valley about fifteen minutes before it decided to rain on us. My rain pants dragged me down, the puddles made it hard to walk, my pack was too heavy and I was pooped. We camped partway up the trail and completed the hike on the second day. On Friday, as we climbed, I found an easy bail out space and let the others attempt the summit. They got turned around by the weather. We all got rained on, hailed on, and there were plenty of crack-booms!!! The hike out was a quick four hours and get in the car looking for a triple cheeseburger with bacon. The second climbing trip was also superb. Wonderful weather, almost everyone summited Evans, some good second day climbing and even an attempt on Quandary by moonlight. Crazy-talk. And what did I learn??? That the Lord is far more in love with us than we will ever be in love with Him. He draws us to himself. He woos us. He calls to us. He delights in us. He is sufficient. And I will follow Him. You can check out some photos at my photobucket page, right here.

Next week, I'll get the words for my song up!

grace

Dan

Playing Small, Playing Tall

Over the past two days I have gotten to watch Akeelah and the Bee three times. That means that I heard and saw a quote from Marianne Williamson six times. It seemed to be the central guiding force within the movie. I didn't know who it was from, so I googled the first line as I heard it for the sixth time. That's when I found it was by Williamson, and that's when I noticed it had been abridged. It's a quote all about human potential and the big amazing thing being the power and ability and beauty that is within a person, etc. The part that was left out of the movie included this line, Your playing small does not serve the world. I have had to come back to that line over and over today. Playing small seems to mean holding back, not striving to reach your full potential. Or in my frame of reference it might mean-not trusting God enough to serve Him as well as you could. Or being chicken to get out of your comfort zone. Or attempting a humility that seeks not to put itself forward. But what if it's a pretense at humility? There is a truer quote that goes like this: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgement in accordance with the measure of faith God has given you. (Romans 12:3) This verse is found in a section that begins the personal application of the gospel to the entire life and leads into such thoughts as --if you have a gift then use it! How is it that a person can think both highly enough and not too highly. That certainly was Paul's intention. It has always been my personal dilemma. To go back to Marianne a moment, actually playing too tall or playing too small, neither one serves the world. And then back to my own haunting--Is there more that God is calling me to? Am I too content to play small right now? Or is it just too inflated of a thought, a vain ambition, or somekind of delusion of grandeur? This is where it gets too much for me. Jesus played his size. He did not push his hour but waited patiently. He did not take on too much. (And of course there could not have been too much ever for Him.) Still He waited for his hour. He did not run ahead nor did He slip behind. So He is my hope and my help. As I live with Him I will learn to hear his voice--though the challenge against playing small and the warning against playing tall.

Lonesome Dove--A Pulitzer Prize Winner

I found Lonesome Dove at the Salvation Army and got it as part of 8 for a dollar. So the price was right. And the read was fun. It was long, with lots of different characters, set in the west and most of it was about a camping trip. Well, it was really a cattle drive, but they did have to camp all the way from the Texas-Mexico border area to the Montana-Canada border area. So the setting was a big plus. I sort of knew the story, because I had seen some bits of the movie, but there was way more than enough I didn't remember and wanted to find out to keep me going from chapter to chapter. I stayed up late several nights to read and read instead of doing other things several other times. The book left me sad. Gus, who was easy-going and ready for fun and adventure liked to talk and he liked to argue. He also liked women. Call, who was the leader, could get men to do things but could not understand much about women or himself. He couldn't own up to the reality that Newt was his son. But he cared for him and really helped raise him as part of the 'outfit'/family. He could hardly say his name and called him "the boy". But then he had trouble being able to call the mother by name as well. Maybe the silent type fit the wild west well, but Call was relationally a cripple. When Clara told him off on his way back to Texas, he couldn't answer her and dwelt long on her words as he carried Gus' body back to Texas. I guess what hit me was that someone could write a 900+ page book that included such intriguing characters and leave them so superficial. It makes me wonder if the 'old west' was really like that in terms of personhood, or if it was Larry McCurty. Maybe it was because Lonesome Dove grew out of a 1972 screenplay and so it carried a Hollywood stamp from the start and entertainment was the focus. Entertaining it was. A fun read. I looked up places on the maps and Google Earth. I would have liked to been there (sort of). This was my second Pulitzer Prize winner I have read in the past two years. It was definitely more fun than The Road, by Cormac McCarthy. But neither of them compare to the two other Pulitzer Prize winning novels that I have under my belt (The Caine Mutiny and To Kill a Mockingbird).

Perspective is a great help

I listen to sermons, lectures and interviews on my morning drive. It provides me some spiritual nourishing and some academic engagement, and often both. This morning was a great example. I have been listening to different interviews posted by Nine Marks, a ministry that believes that churches are God's main means of impacting the world today. I have benefited from David Powlison and Donald Carson and today I listened to Os Guiness. I actually met Os in 1973 at L'Abri. I was lying on my bed reading his book, Dust of Death, when he came in looking for some help moving furniture. As he was talking with Mark Dever, the question came up about Frank Schaeffer's book, Crazy for God, which I mentioned a few blogs ago. Os gave an entirely different perspective on the book than I got while I read it. I read it, enthralled by the story of a young man growing up in the family of a man who tremendously influenced me through his work at L'Abri. I remembered Franky as an outspoken young man. By the time I met him he had married and really had only limited personal interaction with him. But I heard stories about him and watched him grow up and become himself. His book fascinated me because it gave me a view of the Schaeffers that partially rung true. I did realize as I thought of the book that Frank has his own blind spots, and maybe particularly so in regards to his family. But I was touched by reading it. I have talked about it with others and encouraged some to read it. And then I heard Os Guiness talk about it. He said he was disgusted with the book. He felt that Frank was cruel and treated his parents wrongly. He acknowledged several virtues Frank had exhibited in the work at L'Abri, but gave an entirely different perspective of Franky's childhood. Frank said he was basically neglected. Os said he was spoiled, and liked it. Frank revealed that he had little guidance from his parents in many areas. Os said that Franky had learned to wrap his parents around his finger so he could do what he wanted and he reveled in it. Looking back on the book now, with just a few remarks by Os, makes me realize what a good thing perspective really is. It gives us an image that is much closer to reality. It helps us find those blind spots. And it gives me pause, teaching me to be a bit more humble in my acknowledgement, admiration or even criticsim of others. It turned me to Proverbs 18:17 tonight, "The first to present his case seems right, until another comes forward and questions him."