Almost every week we find ourselves in about the same place.
Four rows from the front of the auditorium, stage left.
My wife and I are fortunate to have found the type of church that when the sermon is over, we’re glad we went because the message spoke to us. It is almost always exactly what we needed, at exactly the right time.
It’s after the three songs are sung, the offering is made, and the pastor begins that I get out my phone.
Not to check Facebook or Instagram, but instead to try and keep up with the thoughts running through my head. Whatever ideas surface are jotted down.
This usually doesn’t happen immediately after the sermon begins, but after some time thinking about, well, what I’m thinking about as I try to keep listening to the message from the stage.
It’s the only time this happens during the week.
Perhaps because I get so little time to think about what’s going on in my little head.
I’ve read about listening to God’s message.
I’m no evangelist.
I don’t hold signs on your neighborhood corner. In fact I’m careful to not put others in uncomfortable positions because of my faith – I’m convinced that’s not the intent of faith.
In class I recognize that I teach in a public school and so faith doesn’t come up in conversation – as it shouldn’t.
Instead I hold it close like a great hand of poker.
When anxiety hits teachers and students alike, when those around me worry about what might be coming in the days, weeks, or months ahead, I turn to my faith. I know that I’m not alone in battling the often overwhelming feeling of panic. I have some help.
I also remind myself that what’s ahead these next few months as we get ever closer to the SOLs has been achieved before.
This isn’t my first year, this isn’t my first rodeo.
Call it an act of faith, or call it my attempt at keeping anxiety at bay. It’s what I do as the weather warms and the calendar reminds me that while summer is closer, so is this year’s testing.
And if I knew the magic involved in getting every student to be awesome, every day of every year, I would share it right here with anyone who would take a moment to read it.
However I’m not a magician and I don’t have that kind of skill level or knowledge. In fact there are many days in which the awesomeness doesn’t happen. However what I do have is a bit of time at the front.
I place value in the side conversations about interesting facts. I believe in listening to a child’s story.
I know it’s important to remind students that no challenge is too great, no obstacle too overwhelming.
I place faith in the fact that while there are days in which my lessons are followed and completed without compromise, there are also days in which there’s real value in getting off track and sharing a funny story.
The success in my class doesn’t come from repeatedly and consistently presenting an endless of amount of information. It doesn’t come from a barrage of facts that must be memorized.
Some teachers do exactly that, but I believe that doing so eliminates the fact that we’re in an endeavor involving human beings who want nothing more than to be happy and feel valued.
Instead I believe that if my students prove successful on a state assessment, it’s because they believed they could be and I played a part in reminding them that they had the ability within themselves to overcome. I have faith that my incessant desire to have them understand their abilities will in the end prove successful in a world of naysayers.
It will prove valuable far after they leave my classroom.
And that’s something I believe in wholeheartedly.