Overcoming Evil

Two things happened today. Two very important things. Two very different things. Late this afternoon, I went to share some Christmas spirit with the nursing home residents here in my small Nebraska community. I hadn’t wanted to go, even though I promised myself that I would visit there once a week, there was a part of me that just didn’t want to visit today. But I’m so glad I did because the second thing that happened today made me want to crawl into a little cave and never come out.  I received a phone call just as I was pulling out of the nursing home parking lot. That’s when I found out about the shooting. Another one. At an elementary school. What? Children, the innocents of our society, gunned down in a place that should be full of happiness and hope and sunshine – school. My first reaction? What is wrong with this country? Are we safe anywhere? Church, Home, School, Grocery store, Shopping mall?

Even as I write this tears are welling up in my eyes. I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this awful thing has happened again. I can’t believe, don’t want to believe, that parents just like me have to face this nightmare - their child mercilessly killed at the hands of a stranger. They now face the first Christmas of many without their little ones, their babies, their loves.

I have to admit that when my husband told me, I wanted to crawl into my bed, cover my head and never come out. Never. This world is so dark, so evil, so scary sometimes. I just don’t want to face the reality that is playing across television screens everywhere tonight. Children killed in school. How much worse does it get than that?

Then, a memory and a bible verse pulled me out of the dark, made me remember something important, very important. It’s a short verse but it packs a powerful punch when you feel like you just can’t keep going in such a dark and scary world.

Romans 12:21 Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.

 If there was ever such a thing as evil this horrific act was one.

Then, the memory. I thought back to that Christmas party. A simple thing really. Santa, some music, festive decorations, food and drinks. And me. This happy memory lived out just moments ago brought back into focus something that we as believers in Christ need to hold fast to. Even on the darkest of days.

Do not be overcome by evil but overcome evil with good.

I have two memories today. One good. One evil. And with these memories there comes a choice. Do I cower in fear, trembling, afraid of all the darkness surrounding us these days? Or do I choose to remember that I brought a smile to someone’s face when I offered them punch today. I made someone laugh when I told them a joke. I gave someone the gift of hope when I talked with them about the true meaning of Christmas. I cheered someone up just by smiling at them. It’s those memories I’m going to choose to keep at the forefront of my heart, thoughts and feelings today.

Jesus told us that we are the light of the world. Don’t be overcome by the evil all around you. Be God’s light. Shine in the places He has placed you. You’re there for a reason. Share Him. Share Jesus. It’s the only light than can overcome any darkness. Don’t be overcome by evil. Let your light shine in your little corner of the world. The people you share your light with may be cowering in a very dark corner of their own mind, heart or spirit. Bring them into the light. Let them know that even in this world there is hope.

those crazy teachers

I’m sitting here thinking that I have absolutely nothing to write about today. So we’ll see what actually comes of this. I could write about love and marriage but I think I covered that last week. There’s always the grace versus law topic, but that doesn’t quite seem right either. Maybe it’s time to write about something that is near and dear to my heart – teaching.

I was a teacher for eight and a half years. One and a half years were spent substitute teaching which, in and of itself, could be a novel. Five years were spent teaching 3^rd grade (first at a catholic school, then at a public school). Lastly, I became a teacher in a multi-grade setting.

To say that teaching is near and dear to my heart doesn’t adequately describe how much those years meant to me. I was single for six and a half of those years and, for all intents and purposes, those kids were my kids. The last two years I taught I was no longer Miss Kluck, I was Mrs. Meyer. While my husband and I had no kids, my heart was a bit more divided. I was still very dedicated to my career, but I was also a wife and that needed to be a priority, too.

Let me take a moment to say this to all my friends who are teachers, I have never had to raise kids as a full-time teacher and to those of you who do, I have the utmost respect for you. Not only do you raise your own children but, year after year, you nurture and care for others’ kids as well – dozens and dozens who pass through your classroom doors every fall.

Many memories from my teaching years are positive and fill me with a sense of accomplishment. But there are other memories that aren’t quite as happy; memories that have kept me from returning to a profession that I was once so passionate about. It may seem to you like a sob story, but I hope that in sharing my experiences those of you who send your kids to school every day have a bit more respect and understanding for just how difficult a teacher’s job is.  

In my early years as a teacher, I had this zest and enthusiasm for my job. I considered it a calling more than a career. Teaching was one of the most important things I did in my life and I took that calling very seriously. So what happened you might ask? If I was so dedicated, so devoted all those years why did I make the decision not to return.

Two words are what it really boils down to  - parents and administrators. Yup, you read it correctly -  people. It wasn’t the long hours, the late nights, or the paltry salary that drove me away- it was the people. Specifically, the ones who should have had my back. For that matter the ones who should have every teacher’s back.

I taught for several years under an administration that was less than supportive. In fact, the lack of respect for teachers in this building was appalling. One of the administrators felt that students who came to her office just needed unconditional love. To her this meant that the kids should be able to fool around on the computer, eat candy, and play games with her.  Newsflash – if kids aren’t punished when they go to the administrator’s office, what reason do they have to behave in the classroom? In fact, wouldn’t some want to take advantage of the situation and act out in the hopes that they would be sent to the office? After all, why spend time in a classroom learning math facts when you know there’s a bag of licorice waiting for you when you go to the office. For a long time, I thought it was my fault that certain students didn’t behave for me, but when I found out what their “punishment” was, I had a lightbulb moment.

The second category of people I struggled with was parents. Specifically, parents who wanted to swoop in and save their child from any and all types of consequences. While I was still teaching, we had a name for those people – helicopter parents; the ones who were there to defend their child rather than respect the authority of their child’s teacher. One example makes my blood boil even to this day.

I had sent a worksheet home with a student because it was messy and needed to be redone. Imagine my surprise when this paper came back the next day with a note written on it. Right next to the sentence, “Needs to be redone,” the father wrote another note, “I disagree”.  Hmmm, you’re really going to quarrel with me in front of your child. Why does your child need to behave in the classroom if they know that Mom or Dad are going to be there to bail them out should any trouble arise?

I have to apologize because I broke my promise. I did get on a soapbox and share my sob story. But the real reason I wrote this entry was to give some small examples of how difficult a job teaching is. In spite of the challenges they face, most teachers will tell you this. To them teaching isn’t about the administrators, nor is it about the parents. It’s about the kids. They're the reason teachers come back year after year.

You see, whether or not you have their back, most teachers have yours. They strive to achieve the same goal you have for your child -  teaching them to be productive, caring, and responsible citizens. Next time you have an issue with your child’s teacher go to them, talk to them, figure out how you can work together to do what’s truly best for your child. And, remembering the difficult job they have, show them some appreciation. Send flowers or a simple thank you card. Most importantly, give your child’s teacher the gift of respect. They work hard day in and day out cramming twelve months of work into nine. Your gift of respect will go a long way.  Oh, and throw in a box of chocolates. Those will go a long way, too.