Good Sunday evening.
It has been a few sleeps since last I blogged. I shared a brief note on my birthday back in October, and you can read that here if you're so inclined.
Life has been busy but good. We are on the precipice of Christmas Break, which officially begins around noon this Thursday for me and the children. I have now officially completed Advanced Multicultural Literature; I earned an A in that course and now have twelve of the needed eighteen hours of graduate-level English to teach Dual Enrollment English on a permanent basis. <insert praise hands here> My graduate course behind me, I was able to attend November's book club meeting Friday before last; admittedly I am still working on finishing that book, but that should happen later this week.
My life is very much consumed by my own little family and a gang of wily teenagers I love a lot. In fact, my parents and the kids and I made a whirlwind trip down south to New Orleans to watch some of them play for a football state title this past weekend. That game did not go as I had hoped, but I watched a group of young men leave it all on the field and behave like the gentlemen I know them to be.
Below you can see a few of them plus my hair that I have quit attempting to keep short and cute:
In January, I am going to read through C.S. Lewis's The Screwtape Letters with students, and I am thinking a lot about that now. I think it's one of the most important things we'll read, and I don't want to squander this opportunity. This leads me to the reason I sat down to type this afternoon.
Ken Stegall is the minister at Jackson Street Church of Christ where I attend church, and he is an excellent speaker, writer, and thinker. He gave me words today I have needed and failed to find on more than one occasion in the past, words I will need and use in the future as a teacher and as a parent.
I have had discussions with young people about the importance of their body, of protecting it, because they only get one; this is the most obvious reason to be smart about your body, the place I begin, but the issue is much deeper than this. Protecting and taking care of your body is something I think about and speak aloud about at times with regard to Reagan who has to learn to be ever-cognizant of her body, but this also applies to a myriad of temptations. I almost typed, "temptations . . . that young people face," but that's not accurate, as I tell them, because once Satan knows where you are weak he doesn't back off because you turn twenty-one or move out of your parents' house or get married.