Looking In The Mirror

 

Looking In The Mirror

We worked on one of my favorite assignments in our classes last week. Back in October, one of our written memory verses was James 1:22-24:
"Do not merely listen to the word and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says. Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like a man who looks at his face in a mirror and after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like.''
We discussed the meaning and I brought up that Mom, in her late stages of Alzheimer's, did not recognize her own image. I told the kids that sometimes at the end of the day, I look at myself in the mirror, and don't always like what I see. I talked about Paul's reference to mirrors in 1st Corinthians 13:12 and read examples from my students of ten years ago. The kids finished this statement: 'When I look in the mirror, I see....' Every student was allowed complete confidentiality. My students were very honest. Over the next few nights, I'll run some of the responses of those who wanted to share.  Some will choke you up. All are used by permission and are a combination of middle and high school students  Boys are in blue and girls are in pink.

When I look in the mirror, I see a girl who tries her hardest to please her parents and their dreams for me. I see a girl who loves herself but is brought down by what others say. I see a girl who has dreams and wants to become a great person but struggles to find her path through the right and the wrong. I see a girl who is confident on the inside and wants to show it, but finds it complicated when other people shine brighter. I see the girl who wants to find her insecurities and make them a beautiful thing. I know when I look in the mirror, I am powerful because I can see Jesus standing by my side.

When I look in the mirror I see a boy who has made many mistakes in his short time of living, with many years to come. I see a boy who looks in the mirror and thinks about how he could be better and impress the people around him or make them smile or make people laugh. I see a boy who wants to become a respectable well-rounded man but has no motivation to do so. I see a boy trying to find a spot for Jesus in his life but can't seem to do so. I see a boy who wants to make everything right without causing trouble. He wants to have the time of his life doing the things he needs to do instead of just brushing them off, forgetting about them as if they weren't important. I see somebody who wants to become something good while enjoying life and doing the things he wants to do all while keeping everybody happy.

When I look in the mirror, I see a girl still learning to appreciate who she is and how she looks. I see the girl who cuts herself down because she isn't the smartest or the most athletic and feels hopeless because of it. I see a girl compared to her brother. I see a girl who is slowly learning that every part of her is a mixture of her family and that what makes it beautiful. Her eyes are my mother's eyes, her nose is my father's nose, her ears my grandfather's and her smile my grandmother’s. I see a girl who sometimes judges herself too harshly with every mistake she makes. I see a girl who is tired of everyone talking about college and the future because as much as she tries to deny it, she's not ready to grow up. When I look in the mirror I see someone who never feels like she’s good enough for the love that is unconditionally surrounding her.

When I look in the mirror I see a boy who does not know his future. This frustrates him; he wants to know but he cannot grasp a future that would make himself happy. I see a boy who does not smile. I see a boy who will never accept himself at the top; he can never be number one, he must be number two. I see a boy scared that he is unlovable. I see a boy who struggles with temptation and loses often. While the boy is scared to be number one, he will not accept a loss. I see a boy partially proud of overcoming past struggles but still fighting his problems daily.

Hey there is a mirror, let’s go see what we look like today. Wow, there is a lot going on here. Where do we even begin? How could there be so much, yet we only ever see so little? Let’s start here. I see a young man who strives every single day to be the best that God made him to be. Still young in life, he often feels much older than he really is. A young man with flaws too numerous to count, but yet people still love him anyway. I guess it’s because everyone has flaws and he’s not the only one. But through his flaws and all his wrongs, God still finds a way to bring glory and honor to his kingdom. People see a very gifted and talented young man who is going places in this world. I see a man still trying to figure out why he often feels different, yet truly wants to serve God to the fullest. God sees his child, whom he loves so much that he sent his son to die for him and everyone else in the world. Hey, this mirror is starting to seem like it has more than one dimension.

When I look in the mirror, I don't know who I am. I see a failed reflection. I see a girl, who puts her talents locked up in a case, and hides it under her heart. I see a girl who chases dreams too far from her reach, only to see it was impossible to reach for the stars. I see a girl’s creative thoughts being praised, but she quickly turns them down. When I look in the mirror, I see a helper, a girl who tries to assist in any situation anyone is going through. I see an influence, impacting everyone around her. I see a calm, controlled girl, who takes care of her emotions even in the toughest of times. I see a creative, talented, pretty, smart, quiet girl. When I look in the mirror, I see me. The mirror might get shattered, stolen, or even misty. But in the end, I am only my reflection, even when I can't see it.

Applicable quote of the day:
"Stop saying these negative things about yourself. Look in the mirror and find something about yourself that's positive and celebrate that!"
Tyra Banks

God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

The Truth Will Set You Free

 

The Truth Will Set You Free

Several years ago, in my ESL Bible class, I told my students how excited I was to celebrate, being half Asian because my mom was from Thailand. Some of the American kids in there have known me for years but only one, Annalize, challenged the statement- the rest simply accepted it because they trust me. This post is from 10-25-05 and is one of my very earliest posts.

One of the great things about teaching is that kids believe you. One of scariest things is that... kids believe you. Even with the erosion of trust in authority figures over the past several decades, students, especially younger ones, accept what we say and sometimes almost with blind faith. Allow me to illustrate.

Besides my teaching responsibilities in the Bible department at Westbury Christian School, I am also the middle school girls' basketball coach. We have a practice period built into our schedule at the beginning of the school day and I always come dressed in my coaching attire of shorts, T-shirt, running shoes, and whistle. In late October, the weather in Houston cools off a bit and I add long pants to my basketball wardrobe. Last year, right after the weather change, I came one morning wearing medical scrub pants to cover my legs. (During summer mission trips to Honduras, many of our group wear scrubs- they are light weight and easy to wash and have ready for the next day of work.) This particular morning, I ran into one of my players who arrived early. I have to preface the following conversation by saying I like to kid with my players and students and assume they know when I am serious and when I am being facetious. It started with a question.
"Coach, why are you wearing those scrubs?"
"Well, you may not know this but besides being a coach and teacher, I am also a doctor. In fact, I'm leaving as soon as school is over today, running to the hospital, and performing a heart transplant."
That was about as outlandish a statement as I can think of but listen to the response of the young lady.
"Coach, you must get really tired!"
She never questioned anything I said. This seventh grader trusted me implicitly and it never crossed her mind that I might be telling her something just a LITTLE bit untrue. It also isn't that she is naive about doctors- her mother is an RN and she has grown up around around the medical community. By the next morning, I was feeling guilty about letting the joke go on that long so I called her over and tried to backtrack. It wasn't that easy.
"Hey, hon, I'm not really a doctor. I was just pulling your leg."
She was not convinced.
"Let me ask you a question,Coach. Where did you get those scrubs?"
I responded truthfully.
"From a medical supply store."
Her response? 
"I knew it-you are a doctor!"
I think by the end of the school year she finally was convinced that my second profession was a hoax but there may still be a lingering doubt. Once a child has a belief, it is difficult to shake it. What a responsibility we have to be truthful and honest with the innocents. Jesus warned about the consequences of leading children astray. It isn't hard- they want to believe those they love and respect and that should be a wake up to all who deal with children. I saw a sign in our hallway in the past that said, "When it doubt, tell the truth." We can do better than that- just leave out the 'when in doubt' part. As a reformed, if not renowned, heart surgeon, I can tell you. It's the only way.

Applicable quote of the day:
"Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom."
Thomas Jefferson


God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

Take Your Best Shot

 

Take Your Best Shot

We are in off season basketball mode. We practice each day but for a shorter time than in the season and working mainly on offensive skills! This is from August 22, 2006.

My middle school basketball team has a practice period built into our schedule. Only two young ladies trying out for the squad have played in a junior high game so we are very inexperienced. Contrary to what you hear coaches say, we concentrate almost exclusively on offensive skills which are more difficult to master than defensive techniques. Today, we began working on shooting. We (Christian Chevis, my student assistant, and me) break shooting down into easy-to-learn repetitive steps. We get in a stance. We shoot an imaginary ball concentrating on follow through. We lay on our backs and mimic our shooting stroke, again without the ball, and rewind each shot like a video tape. We use mirror form drill where the girls have a partner critique their form on an imaginary shot. In fact, we do fine... until we add the ball. Once we begin actually shooting, technique takes a back seat to result and we forget everything we have so diligently worked on. We instantly revert to bad habits. The kids judge themselves in shooting by only one criterion- whether the ball goes through the basket. If it does, they consider it a good shot regardless of their form. A high school coach in Tennessee did something that was very smart. When teaching shooting to his players in spring practice, he would place a lid on the rim, making it impossible for the ball to go through the cylinder. In doing so, he hoped to eliminate the players worrying about they perceived to be success, i.e., making the shot. I wish it were that easy.

Life imitates the shooting of a basketball. It's not hard in theory but in the practical stage, the skill breaks down quickly. It's easy to say what we would do in a situation until we are actually in the real-life arena. It's like adding the ball. Nobody knows if you make or miss your practice attempts without the basketball. I tell the kids to visualize each imaginary shot swishing through the nets. Mental success is easy; practical success is not. Life, particularly the Christian life, is not lived in a vacuum. It's easy to memorize Jesus' teaching in the Sermon On The Mount but we find it excruciatingly difficult to actually fulfill his commands when we put the Bible down and leave the sterile environment of our homes. I can teach thirteen year old girls how to shoot but shooting in a setting that matters, a game, is up to them. I can devour the scriptures in the comfort of my apartment but it does no one else any good until I put it to use outside my door. Will my girls learn to shoot? The jury is out. Half of them are also in my eighth grade Bible class studying the gospel of Luke. The more important question then becomes, will they learn how to live? My prayer is that they do. That's how we should judge coaches and teachers.

Applicable quote of the day:
"We're shooting 100%: 60 % from the field and 40% from the free-throw line."
Norm Stewart/ University of Missouri Basketball Coach

God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

One Soul

 

One Soul

This entry, from January 28, 2014, is about one of my favorite hymns!
Yesterday, we had our first hymn of the year as a memory verse in all five of my classes. It's one of my favorites, Lead Me To Some Soul Today by Will H. Houghton. The grades were excellent. I think the students like the idea of hymns because of the rhyme scheme and the more predictability of the words and sentiments. I'm not sure any had ever heard it before, which is a shame because the tune by Wendell Loveless, is easy to sing and has beautiful harmony. The hymn goes like this:

Lead me to some soul today,
O teach me, Lord, just what to say;
Friends of mine are lost in sin,
And cannot find their way.
Few there are who seem to care,
And few there are who pray;
Melt my heart, and fill my life,
Give me one soul today.

We talked about being surrounded by people who are lost or at least suffering through horrible circumstances not of their own making; I used examples from youngsters who have sat in my classes and played on my teams. I told them how my mom, dad, and I almost lost my younger brother, Scott, in a blizzard out in western Nebraska on a snow blinded state highway. I also related that while I sing the hymn with them, it's hard for me in good conscience to make that petition as my daily task is the souls in front of me in class and standing with me in a basketball huddle. We cannot isolate ourselves as believers. The lost need a light to find their way and Jesus told us that we are the light of the world. Proverbs 11:30 teaches that, 'the one who is wise saves lives.' We could stand an outbreak of wisdom.

Applicable quote of the day:
''The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.''
Gilbert K. Chesterton

To listen to Lead Me To Some Soul Today, copy and paste the link below!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jd1GcJdvAuM

God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

Flesh And Blood

Flesh And Blood

In our Sunday morning services, we often have visitors to whom the Lord's Supper may be baffling. This is from May 2, 2010.

In my Sophomore Gospels classes recently, we read the passage from John 6 in which Jesus lost many followers when He referred to the time that they would eat His flesh and drink His blood. The statement offended a number of His disciples and His own men told Jesus that this teaching was a difficult one. I tell the kids that my interpretation is that Jesus was referring to the institution of the Lord's Supper, or communion, which He would share with them during His final Passover. On the surface, Jesus' proclamation to the crowds would have been shocking; eating flesh and drinking blood is repulsive in almost every society, even to ours.

Last week in class, I was trying to make a point about what culture teaches the citizens of each society. I told the kids I was going to sing a song and wanted them to join in. Without any other preparation, I broke into my rendition of the theme song from The Addams Family. You know,
''Da da da da SNAP SNAP. Da da da da SNAP SNAP. Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da SNAP SNAP."
All the American youngsters joined in, laughing, and all the kids from other countries looked at us like we were crazy. To cement the idea, I started singing the theme song from C.O.P.S.:
''Bad boys, bad boys. What cha gonna do, what cha gonna do when they come for you?"
Identical response; all the teenagers from the United States began laughing and singing with me while all our guests from around the world looked on in bewilderment. I know they didn't understand but I'm also pretty sure they won't soon forget the illustration.

We learn by absorbing things in our various cultures to which we are constantly exposed. American Christians are so used to the taking of communion with its symbolism reflecting on Jesus that we may overlook its startling nature to those who have not been raised on a steady dose of Christianity. Even before I became a baptized believer, I knew what the Lord's Supper was; my dad was a preacher and we sometimes as kids played communion with crackers and toothpaste lids. But the shock value certainly was not lost on those who first heard the Master put this coming memorial into words shortly after He fed the five thousand. I would guess some of us still, like I did as a boy, play communion by neglecting its sacredness as we remember the Savior. Some of those who saw Jesus break the bread with His hands also saw His flesh torn by nails less than twenty-four hours later. I bet it never became routine for them.

Applicable quote of the Day:
“Culture is a little like dropping an Alka-Seltzer into a glass- you don't see it, but somehow it does something.”
Hans Magnus Enzensberger

God bless,
Steve

Luke 18:1

The Mirror

 

The Mirror

When we speak in class  of Jesus being tempted by Satan, we talk about what is tempting to us and how that might be embarrassing if made known. This piece, from July 15, 2009, is about taking a long hard look at ourselves.

As I've spent four days with Scott and Karen, I have increasingly noticed things that belonged to our folks; a living room chair, Dad's jewelry box where he kept his cuff links, a pitcher of blown glass. Something I did not see was a picture that hung in our parents' home for years, a print of Norman Rockwell's Girl At The Mirror, which always reminded me of my Aunt Jerry as a little girl. Karen told me Scott had bought it for Mom and Dad and that she thought the painting went to Meagan. It's one of my favorite works of art. Rockwell had a way of making the commonplace thought-provoking and reflective. The child in the piece is comparing herself to the starlet she sees in the magazine, obviously with trepidation. Most of us can relate to her anxiety. Physically and intellectually, socially and financially, we easily find others we deem to be our superiors. The Apostle Paul used the illustration of the mirror as he addressed spiritual issues. In 1st Corinthians 13:2, he wrote,
"Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known." 
When I take a long, hard look at my spiritual image, I feel like the girl who can't measure up. But Paul insists that what we know now is just a part of the picture, a fuzzy perception that won't come into focus on this side of eternity. That's reassuring for me- I may have a photogenic side after all!

Applicable quote of the day:

"Rockwell's art mirrors our world - or at least an ideal, slightly lost version of that world . . . . Mom and apple pie are very good institutions, and so was Rockwell's America - despite the presumed shortcomings of its seeming simplifications. Rockwell was really a very fine artist. He captured in ways no one else has how America was, and how a large part of it wants to be."

Robert Stern

God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

Forgetting Mister Rogers And Rock Of Ages

 

Forgetting Mister Rogers And Rock Of Ages

Two great ones remembered tonight from February 13, 2018!
One source I use to supplement my teaching of the scriptures is a series of lessons by Philip Yancey called The Jesus I Never Knew. Based on his book of the same name, Yancey, a journalist by trade, uses clips from movies to illustrate parts of the life of Jesus. Last Thursday, I used a section in which three vastly different portrayals of the Savior from cinema were presented and had the students describe what they witnessed on our screen. During the course of the year, we see many men playing Jesus in the videos we use on an almost daily basis. The overwhelming majority of the actors who are depicting the perfect Son of God are taller, more handsome, and dressed in cleaner clothes than those surrounding them- the Yancey clips from much older movies weren't what we were used to watching. But what surprised me wasn't the clips themselves- I've been using them for years. In setting up the first movie segment, from Cecil B. DeMille's King Of Kings, Yancey describes a very gentle Jesus as shown in this silent film as, "Mr. Rogers  with a beard..." After the short piece, out of curiosity, I asked one of my classes how many of them knew Mr. Rogers. Out of twenty-three, the total was ....... ZERO. The response was perhaps skewed by the presence of seven international students but, come on; not one American  has ever heard of Mr. Rogers and his neighborhood? One young man did relate that he knew of Eddie Murphy's parody on SNL called Mister Robinson's Neighborhood but that was as close as we got. Talk about cultural illiteracy- it's an issue!

I am not quite sure what to make of the erasing of the children's television icon but I guess it has to do with generational drift. Three years ago, I wrote a blog about my students having no clue of the identity of Bob Dylan as we watched a clip of We Are The World, the fund raiser to help feed the hungry in Ethiopia, set in roughly the same time as Mister Rogers. I know, I had no idea of some of the stars my dad spoke of when I was in high school but the advent of the Internet would seem to help galvanize at least a few more memories. As we spoke, I next asked if any of them knew the hymn, Rock Of Ages. The answer again was negative. Hoe could kids, most of them raised with some sort of Christian background, not know Rock Of Ages? You know, cleft for me? Augustus Toplady's song, first published in 1775, almost simultaneous with the American Revolution, stood the test of time for more than two centuries. Maybe the language is outdated- lots of thees and no kid knows the definition of riven. Maybe the tune is difficult- I'm no music expert but the melody is instantly recognizable. Maybe the theme is gut wrenching- our utter hopelessness without the Savior's sacrifice is irrevocable. I just feel a certain sadness when valuable parts of our culture, but more importantly, our faith, fade into obscurity like the names engraved on gravestones in overgrown cemeteries. What's worth keeping and what needs forgetting? Each generation makes its own choices. I just wish this humble man who was Fred Rogers and the soul searching hymn that was Rock Of Ages could have survived one or two more generations in the ancestry of our civilization. We would be the richer.

To listen to a beautiful rendition of Rock Of Ages, click or copy/paste the link below:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gM7gt_cSxjw

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgement throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

Applicable quote of the day:
"One of the greatest dignities of humankind is that each successive
generation is invested in the welfare of each new generation."
Fred Rogers

God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1