I should probably be doing something else (like work) but longhair….
I laugh when my students hear my instruction and protest. “So does everyone understand? Are there any questions?”
“This sounds like work!”
They (the infamous secret government that controls us all) say that if you love what you do you will never work a day in your life. I have found truth in that. A cornerstone of my theology and worldview is that God intends for us to enjoy life.
Life is to be enjoyed. Truly. And when you are locked into what you’re supposed to be doing THEN you get that fulfillment which allows you to never work a day in your life.
But as Bob says, “the harder the battle, the sweeter Jah victory”.
I have a tough time teaching Steinbeck. I get why Grapes of Wrath and Of Mice and Men are American classics. I would even entertain a notion that Steinbeck wrote with a prophetic voice in his time. But when my ninth graders call him boring, I can’t disagree. I remember being so bored by Grapes of Wrath that I wrote my final paper on the half I’d read. I even ended it with something cheeky like “who knows if they’ll ever make it to California?”
My English teacher was a good sport and said it was certainly an A paper but as I’d only read half the book she could only give me half the points.
As bored as we are, a bigger issue to me is our study justifying their misogyny. Our book discussions always had somebody calling Curley’s wife a thot or students being incapable of seeing her perspective.
During a discussion where we confronted the issue, another teacher blamed rap for the misogynistic views.
That annoyed me though.
Misogyny is older than the Bible. Rap didn’t start it but it carries on tradition (like country music, movies and general society)
Sometimes the mountain seems insurmountable and I hear temptation tell me to look elsewhere. There has to be somewhere where my gifts and talents are appreciated. I can do so much more with a greater platform, it says.
But I am content in this stage because I recognize the journey and little interest in forcing fate before God’s time.
I get frustrated but then I look back.
I remember the hospital bed (it got better).
Leaving Trinity (it got better).
Living with my in laws (it got better).
Returning to Richmond (it got better).
So now, no matter the obstacles, difficulties and certitude that evil wants to destroy you, I can be reassured that the One who got me out of the hospital, kept my Beloved and I, and blessed us with the lil fella has not forsaken us and has no plans to.
As Paul shared in 2 Corinthians:
We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed— always carrying about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our body.
Enjoy the day my friends. Tell any doubt or insecurities, “Quiet, nuh!”