A few months ago, I promised the English teacher at school that I would take all of her classes while she went on her honeymoon. I love to teach and I get to have my girls and their friends as students. Last week was a highlight for me even though it meant I had to do some quick study of the 17th century Restoration period in order to stand before the 12th graders with something valuable to say about John Donne.
I love teaching literature because it challenges me to think deeper thoughts, to strive to make connections, and to stretch for creative means of communicating. I love teaching because young people, when given a creative, challenging, and safe environment generally surprise me with their insights.
The downside of the week was that I spent the entire 5 days in one environment, in one safe world. When it came to blogging, I found that I had very little insights or thoughts about the world around me and the week that existed outside. For those of us who work in safe, Christian environments, there has to be intentional, balanced relationships being formed with people who do not yet know the Lord. As Christians, we need that interaction.
Yes, you read that right. Our Christian perspective is that that the unbelieving world needs us. What about the transformation that happens in us when we step out of comfort zones and search for honest words to talk about Jesus? It is one thing to converse with other Christians and yet another to face a friend across the table who is searching and unsure and stretch to communicate your heart. It is still another to be the only believer in a situation and wonder how God can possibly use you.
What if the deep, spiritual transformations of our lives happen in the classroom of the real world? God is glorified in the stretching toward others that happens when we leave our comfortable security zones. God’s sovereign plan to restore his kingdom somehow factors our obedience into the equation. “Go ye into all of the world” is much more than a suggestion.
Certainly, the Restoration period had a lot to teach me last week.
No Man Is An Island
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
teanna sunberg 