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				<title>Before I Explode</title>
				<description><![CDATA[<font size="3">I am writing today because I fear that if I do not, my heart will explode. I have just come from the eighth grade Bible class where Pastor Sturge Gorham shared the heart of God with each of us there in Mr. Braganza's mathematics classroom. The anointing of the Spirit of God was so thick in that room that you could have cut it with a knife. You know how the Bible say that the Word of God is quick and powerful like a two-edged sword? That was the reality this morning, because the Word was incredibly piercing and&nbsp;Pastor&nbsp;Sturge held nothing back as he spoke to us about being salt and light and being what this world needs, since every human on the planet has a hole in his heart that can only be filled with the eternal love of God. He challenged us all to remember the Creator in the days of our youth and to care about somebody's soul now, today. God asks us, "Do you know who you are?" and tells us, "You are the salt of the earth and the light of the world." We don't need what the world offers us, but the world desperately needs what we have been given by God to offer to the human race.</font><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">I sat in my chair thinking, "If only the parents of these students could see and hear this. Just this alone is worth the price of tuition." And then I thought about the seventh grade Bible class I witnessed yesterday being taught by Pastor Hadley and the senior Leadership class being taught yesterday by Pastor Lange and I knew then that I would be sitting here now trying to find the words to express how divinely blessed we are here at GGCA. The richness of the Bible teaching and spiritual investment that occurs daily here in our school defies words that can measure scope and value. My heart can only cry out, "Thank you, Father! Your love for us is so vast and so pure and you pour it out like an endless waterfall through your servants here in the classrooms."</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">God loves us. God is for us. God is with us.</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">God is all we need.</font></p>]]></description>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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				<title>He Is Risen, Indeed</title>
				<description><![CDATA[<font size="3">I am very tired today as I write this, so if it does not make the best sense or if my writing is riddled with typos, you know why. I have been appearing as Jesus in the Greater Grace Church Easter play each night this week in addition to working as principal at Greater Grace Christian Academy during the day. I love playing Jesus. My desire is to make him real and human - somebody that people would want to know more. I am blessed when people tell me that they would like to think that Jesus is the way I portray him.</font><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">I am also blessed by the GGCA students and graduates who are part of this production. They are running lights, doing costumes and make-up, acting, playing music, singing, and working on the stage crew. I entrust my "dead" body into the strong arms of Paul Andrulonis and Charlie Weyer, and I feel quite secure in their care. Kimmy Andrulonis, Morgan Lincoln, and Danielle Bednez help transform me from a crucified Jesus into a living, ministering Jesus in less than seven minutes. Matt Roberge provides me with light, Liz Groenewold makes me smile with her "Hosanna!" dance, and Susanna Tanguay sings a song that makes me want to rise from the dead. I get to eat a Last Supper with Tom Colban, Than Zucker's drumming heralds the stone rolling away from the Garden Tomb, and Grace Castro helps set the stage for Jesus' scenes.</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">I did not know that I would be playing this role until three days before the first performance, and I am very thankful for everyone who has helped me by welcoming me into the cast and taking care of me. Jesus was about thirty-three years old when he died on the cross for our sins, and I haven't been that old for a while now. I know that God is carrying me through this production in the palms of his nail-scarred hands as believers lift me up in their prayers. I am also especially thankful for the staff and students of GGCA who have been so supportive during this time. I was very sick last week and I am still getting over the virus I contracted, but I received beautiful get well cards and reports of prayers being lifted up for me by students all week long. I am a very blessed man.</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">Thank you to everyone who prayed that my beard would grow in three days. It did - well, at least enough to see that I have some hair on my face. If you are reading this and it is still not Easter yet, make sure you come see our play. We have three more performances: April 5, 6, and 7 at 7:30 PM. You can find more information about the play at ggwo.org.</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">He is risen!</font></p>]]></description>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2012 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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				<title>Ye Must Be Born Again</title>
				<description><![CDATA[<font size="3">I downloaded a song this weekend called "The One You Want" by the Christian artist, Todd Agnew. I've listened to it a couple of times, and the lyrics have really spoken to me, because they expresses some of the thoughts I have had at times as a believer. The beginning of the chorus says, "It's hard for me to believe that I could be lovely in Your eyes, that I'm really the one You want." It amazes me time and again to be reminded that I have been made acceptable in God's eyes, and that the blood He shed for me on Golgotha's hill has blotted out all my sins, and that God sees me as perfect in Jesus, His Son.</font><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">Sometimes I forget that maybe not everyone reading this blog I write is a born again believer in Jesus Christ. From time to time, parents inquire about the possibility of putting their children in Greater Grace Christian Academy, and they hope we have a open seat in one of our classes, because we have a caring, safe, academic environment and high standards; but they overlook or misunderstand the word "Christian" in our school name. GGCA is a Christian school, not simply because we have a Bible class every day, but also because our mission is to serve the children of church-going Christian families who believe as we do that, as Jesus said in John 3:3,&nbsp;</font><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; ">"... unless one is born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God." Our desire is for our young people to experience what Jesus meant when he said that we must be born again, and not only be born again, but to choose to live a life as a disciple of Christ.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><br></span></p><p><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; ">This past Sunday, a pastor referenced Ezekiel 47, the passage where the prophet Ezekiel is brought to a river and taken out to where the waters reach his ankles, then his knees, then his waist, and then are so deep that he had to swim. I thought of how some Christians become born again and believe in Christ for salvation from hell, but don't go much further than that in their spiritual walk with God. They stand on the river bank and watch the waters flow by, maybe sticking in their toes to test the waters. They don't get into the river of spiritual life itself. Some venture as far out as to immerse their ankles and are in no danger of being swept away by the current. They like to wade. Some progress to knee-level waters and they can feel a bit more of the current's tug, but they can still stand and walk with some ease where they want to go. Those who go out to the waist-high waters can now seriously feel the water's pressure against their bodies, and it takes some effort to resist the current and still go where they want to go in the water. Others go out further still and abandon themselves to the river's flow, the river takes their bodies where it wills, and they are immersed, swimming, buoyed up and enjoying the refreshing, healing waters of the river.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><br></span></p><p><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; ">At GGCA, we hope that the Spirit of God will move our students to "take the plunge," so to speak. We are hoping that our parents desire the same for their children, and this is why we make a big deal about beliefs in interviews with parents. We want every child to be supported in his or her education with spiritual guidance from not only the school, but their home and their church.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><br></span></p><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><font face="'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="3">As an adult believer, someone who still finds it hard to believe that I am the one God wants, I believe very strongly that our young people need to be in a place in school, home, and church where they are getting the message that God desperately, jealously loves each of us who have become part of his family. That personal relationship with Christ is what will sustain us in this life and for all eternity.</font></p>]]></description>
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				<title>Spring Break 2012</title>
				<description><![CDATA[<font size="3">And so it begins.</font><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">March break is here and I am reveling in the quietness that comes when there are no other staff or students in the school. I am wearing jeans and and a roll neck sweater, I haven't shaved, and I rolled in to work when I felt like coming in after waking up when I wanted to. If only all work days were like this one...</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">We have been looking forward to this break for some time now since God has not seen fit to bless us with any snow days (or even snow delays) this school year. It is my hope that a week away from school will help the students grow less familiar with each other and that the teachers will catch a second or third wind, and that the stomach flu virus will run its course outside of the school walls.</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">I was listening to the radio yesterday and I heard a report about how in France the school all close down for two weeks around this time so that families can all go on ski vacations. Two weeks for skiing! I am thinking that if families are going to the mountains to ski, mothers and fathers must also be taking time off, and that the country must slow down a little bit to relax with all the schools closed and workers taking vacations.</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">Do we have anything like this in our country? We take off days here and there, one at a time, but we don't have any extended holidays where the country takes a collective break, do we? I remember a few weeks ago Pastor Schaller made a comment in a staff meeting about Presidents Day, how he woke up and then just sat up in his bed for an hour doing nothing and then spent another hour in bed doing very little, and then realized that he had no where he had to be and had nothing that he really had to do, and how relaxing that was. He asked, "Do we have to wait for next Presidents Day for that to happen again?"</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">Sometimes it is difficult for us to simply be still. There is an exercise that is done to see how people experience time. A leader asks a group to put their heads down and close their eyes and then tells them to raise their hands when they think a minute has passed. Most people raise their hands long before a minute has gone by, because being still can feel like an eternity when you are used to constant stimulation and doing things. We are uncomfortable being alone with our thoughts. Praying for five minutes can feel like five hours in a quiet room.</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">Jesus took time to be away from his disciples, spending quiet time in communion with God the Father. Jesus was a man on a mission, but he took time to fellowship with his friends Mary, Martha, and Lazarus in Bethany. He walked to get to where he was going. He sat beside a well to talk to one woman who happened along and when the crowds got to be too much, he hopped into a boat and went sailing with his friends. He was always about his Father's business, and it seems to me that part of that business included taking time away from public ministry to rest and conduct private ministry.</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">So that is why I am enjoying my quiet time here at school today, taking some moments to write this down for all of you who may be reading it. Don't be like me and feel guilty about not working all the time. Take some time to recharge your physical and spiritual batteries, time to be alone, time to be with those friends and family who need you, time to be around people you need too.&nbsp;</font></p>]]></description>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 01:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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				<title>Be Strong and Courageous</title>
				<description><![CDATA[<font size="3">I can't believe that the temperature is supposed to be nearly 70 degrees today. This is the month of February, after all, and we are supposed to be dealing with sleet, snow, and bitter cold, not balmy weather. All of our students' prayers for a snow day have come to naught, but they have had two days off this week, one thanks to Presidents Washington and Lincoln and the other thanks to parent teacher conferences. The dearth of snow days hasn't harmed us one bit. We are all relatively healthy in body, mind, and spirit, and we aren't playing catch-up for missed classes and scrambling to re-schedule basketball games and field trips. Greater Grace Christian Academy is chugging right along like a train steadily making its way down the tracks toward June and the final days of the school year.</font><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">We have much to accomplish between now and June 4th. Besides completing our academic courses and finishing sports seasons, we have concerts, a high school banquet, a spring fundraiser, several graduations, standardized testing, a field day, field trips, and &nbsp;faculty professional development days to get through. Our plates are full. By the time school ends in June, we will be ready for a breather, so that we can recover and regroup our forces for the school year beginning in September.</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">Considering everything that needs to be done can be daunting if all these things are put on the plate at once, but the truth is that we only have to put a little on our plates at one time. Thank goodness I do not have to swallow all of these tasks in one sitting, and I don't have to dine alone. Life can be overwhelming if you think about it in its entirety. A person can get stressed out if he thinks he must bear everything alone and bear it all at once. Fortunately, we believers have God who offers to carry all of our cares for us, who tells us not to worry about the future, but focus on what He has given us to do that day with His divine provisions and strength at our disposal.</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">I think of students who, for one reason or another, fall behind in school and begin to wilt in the face of what&nbsp;appears&nbsp;to them to be an insurmountable mountain of schoolwork to make up so that they can be on par with their classmates. The unhealthy stress, the fear that all is lost and cannot be recovered can lead to meltdowns, shutdowns, and physical issues. It is very important that parents and teachers help these students to see that they, too, need God's help to get them through this difficult time, and that with His help and the help and encouragement of parents and teachers, the hard work will pay off.&nbsp;</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">I read a quote from Zig Ziglar yesterday that said, "A lot of people have gone further than they thought they could because someone else thought they could."&nbsp;Encouragement&nbsp;is so important in our lives and in the lives of our children. Pastor Love has been speaking the past two weeks in chapel on the story of David facing the loss of all his people's women and children to the Amalekites at Ziklag. David, facing stoning at the hands of his own men in their grief, encouraged himself in the Lord. Pastor Love said that we all need to learn how to encourage ourselves in the Lord, since there will be times when there will be nobody else around who will encourage us.</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">As parents and educators, we need to be encouraging for each other and for our students, and all of us, students included, need to be learning how to encourage ourselves in the Lord, the same Lord who told Joshua, "Be strong and courageous." We need God's strength and courage to face difficulties and challenges in life. I think if we teach our children this truth, there is no telling how far they can go in life - they may go further than they thought they could!</font></p>]]></description>
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				<pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 01:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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				<title>Decisions, Decisions</title>
				<description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">I cannot believe that an entire month has passed by without my writing a blog entry. Such neglect on my part! I apologize to any of you who have been waiting for a new post. Today I will make amends by writing about something dear to my heart - our GGCA students</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">First and foremost, understand that each GGCA student is an inestimable treasure, most certainly in your eyes, but also in ours, and we thank you for entrusting your treasure with our school. It is like you have entrusted us with your treasure and we are the stewards working to produce a return on your investment by investing in each child ourselves. We aren't going to be like the steward in the parable who wrapped the talent entrusted to him in a napkin and buried it. No. We are going to do our best with all we have to work in partnership with you to help bring you child to his or her full potential.</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">Of course, the difference between a financial investment and a human investment is that the human investment has a mind and will of its own and must actively participate to bring about the desired outcomes. Simple dollars and cents passively submit to whatever we choose to do with them and are more predictable than any complex, living, breathing child. As parents and educators, we have a great and wonderful challenge before us to train up children in the way they should go in the hope that when the children are older they will not depart from the character and truth we have tried to instill them.</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">We have come to that time of year where some students have become weary of school and have stopped actively participating in their education. For some, their poor habits have caught up with them and they are now experiencing the consequences of what they have and have not done. I was reading from 1 Samuel this morning about the coronation of Saul and king of Israel, and the people realized that God was displeased with their decision to have a human king reign over them, and they were unhappy and afraid. Samuel stood up and told the people that they had a choice; Either to turn their backs on God or to follow Him. We all have the same choice in our lives when faced with our failures and shortcomings: Do we get angry with God, our boss, our parents, our teachers, our spouses and turn our backs on them to pursue empty ways that cannot deliver us? Or do we humble ourselves under God's hand and serve Him with all our hearts and watch Him do great things for us?</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">I love it when I see a student who owns his mistakes and has a change of heart and spirit and allows himself to be taught the good and right way. That is what we are working to instill in every GGCA student - the Christian character that rebounds by grace and wholeheartedly strives for great things through Christ. I believe that GGCA is a place where lives can be changed - transformed - by the quality of academic, spiritual, creative, and physical education that is provided here. You have made a wise decision to place your child in this school and only heaven will show the eternal fruit of that decision. God bless you!</font></p>]]></description>
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				<pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 01:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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				<title>Heavenly New Year!</title>
				<description><![CDATA[<font size="3">Twenty-twelve. Two thousand twelve. 2012. Wouldn't it be incredible if our Lord Jesus Christ came back to take us home this year? More and more, I realize that this world is not my true home, and that this world's system is diametrically opposed to what I am taught from God's Word to live and believe. When God said that His thoughts and ways are not my thoughts and ways, that His are higher, He wasn't kidding. When I am thinking with His thoughts and walking in His ways, I feel like an alien living on this planet, and I long to be in the place God has prepared for me where I can feel one hundred percent at home.</font><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">Pastor Schaller has been teaching us about how our God knows us and loves us deeply. John's gospel tells us that the Maker of the world came into the world, but the world did not know Him or receive Him. Pastor Schaller spoke about how how Joseph's brothers did not know him when they met him in Egypt, and how we, too, may not recognize God when He is right in front of our noses.&nbsp;</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">My desire for this new year for me, the staff, and the students of Greater Grace Christian Academy is for us to &nbsp;see God through the eyes of faith and desire to know Him much more. I would love for us to experience His thoughts and walk in His ways and become that much closer to heaven this side of heaven.</font></p>]]></description>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 01:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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				<title>Sweaters, Cookies, and the True Gift</title>
				<description><![CDATA[<font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">I just nearly did myself an injury. I walked into the teacher's lounge and saw Mr. Colby in a sky blue, short-sleeved, collared, cable knit sweater buttoned all the way to the top, and I bent over laughing and ran right hip first into the counter. It is Ugly Christmas Sweater Day here in grades 8-12, and we are awarding prizes to the student in each of those grades who shows up wearing the ugliest sweater. The prize will be free ice skating on our traditional Wednesday morning before Christmas trip to Ice World, and amazing $10 value! I am wearing an ugly sweater from the Cosby Show era that I bought last week for an elementary chapel skit. In the course of that skit, the sweater was doused with chocolate milk, but it all came out in the wash so that I could sport its ugliness today in school. Unfortunately, I am ineligible to win won of the prizes.</font><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">Yesterday &nbsp;baked cookies for the staff. My Grammie Manzo's Ginger Crinkles and a recipe I got from America's Test Kitchen on PBS for Brown Sugar cookies have always been popular whenever I take the time to make them, so what better time to do so in order to show my appreciation for my staff than Christmastime? I was surprised this morning to discover that another Dunbar, someone in my brother Doug's family, perhaps Doug himself, had baked some Ginger Crinkles and other Christmas treats, because I found them on my desk with a photo Christmas card when I came back to my office after greeting students as they arrived at school. I should give you the recipe for these, but I can't remember what it is at the moment. Tonight I will be making a big batch of soup and cornbread to feed the staff lunch tomorrow. One of the keys to getting your teachers through the days before Christmas is keeping them well-fed, and fortunately, I like to cook and bake.</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">There's something about this time of year that is bittersweet for me. I am really looking forward to a little time off to be with my family in Maine, but that means leaving my school and church family, along with my brother Doug's family behind here in Maryland. And when it comes time to return from Maine, it will be hard to leave my parents and my sister Beth's and brother Tim's family behind there. I suppose I should be thankful that I have so many people to love and be loved by, but sometimes it makes me sad that we are not altogether in one place. Maybe that's one of the things that will make heaven such a glorious place to be. There will be a family reunion there and I will get to see my Grammy and Grampy Dunbar and my Pappy Manzo who have gone on before me, along with all the others God has taken home to be with him who have touched my life.</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">I hope at this season of the year that you find yourself with folks to love nearby and folks loving you in return, celebrating the birth of Jesus, the One who made a way for all of us who believe in Him to never be separated from each other for all eternity. Sometimes at night I pray, "God, you know I won't mind it one bit if you decide to call me home. There's nowhere I would rather be than with You." I think that's a sort of a spiritual homesickness that we as Christians can feel, knowing that as nice as our lives can be, by the grace of God, this world is not our home. Christmas is when we celebrate the moment when God took on human flesh and came into our world for a brief time. But the true gift of Christmas is that what he did for us, as us, here on this earth, has made it so that we can put off these bodies of sin and death and enter into His world forever.</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">Merry Christmas everybody!&nbsp;</font></p>]]></description>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 01:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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				<title>Christmas Contentment</title>
				<description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="Verdana"><p class="MsoNormal">Christmas can be a stressful time of year for a child, especially at school. I remember being really nervous about Secret Santa or Secret Angel gift exchanges.&nbsp;</p><p class="MsoNormal">What if I draw the name of a girl? Argh! How do I know what a girl wants? And what if the girl likes the presents and thinks I like her for some reason? Double argh!&nbsp;</p><p class="MsoNormal">What if I get the name of someone who doesn't like me? Do I have to get that person good presents?&nbsp;</p><p class="MsoNormal">And what if my name is picked by someone who doesn't like me? Will I get anything?&nbsp;</p><p class="MsoNormal">What if my name is picked by a girl who likes me? Maybe I'll get good presents, but how embarrassing is that, huh?&nbsp;</p><p class="MsoNormal">Maybe I will be lucky and draw the teacher's name and my best friend will pick my name. Yes! Oh, please, God, make it so.</p><p class="MsoNormal">As you can see, Secret Santa or Angel time produced a lot of anxiety in my schoolboy soul. Added to this stress was the keen despair that occurred when (unknown to me) my Secret Santa was absent or broke and I did not get a gift on the first day. The thoughts that ran through my mind then!</p><p class="MsoNormal">Does my Secret Santa hate me? Am I going to get nothing at all? Should I act like I don't care?&nbsp;</p><p class="MsoNormal">Should I complain to the class at large to make my delinquent giver feel guilty? Am I going to be the student everyone feels bad for, the one who gets the pity gifts from his classmates like unwanted candy canes, fruit center chocolates, and Chips Ahoy cookies?&nbsp;</p><p class="MsoNormal">Or should I delude myself with false hope that my Secret Santa is saving up to buy me just one expensive, incredible gift in the end?</p><p class="MsoNormal">It's sad that we can derive so much of our happiness and even our identity from the giving and receiving of gifts. I am glad that I am old enough to get beyond the gift trip that the world, my flesh, and the devil lay on me. Nowadays, I am happy to just be able to spend time with my family at Christmas, eat a good meal, and bask in the comfortable &nbsp;warmth that is family. I love to give gifts, but I am glad that my family and friends would love me just the same even if I could not give them anything but my love and friendship. What does the verse in Hebrews 13:5 say? "Be content with such things as you have." I hate how the devil has twisted Christmas from a season of joy, peace, and goodwill into a season of discontentment.</p><p class="MsoNormal">It is my hope that we can teach our children divine contentment, the kind that comes from the second part of the aforementioned verse which says, "For He himself has said, 'I will never leave you nor forsake you.'" With Christ, we experience godliness with contentment and that is great gain - what more do we need to satisfy the true needs of our souls?</p></font></p><p></p>]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[<p>I'm a bit confined to my desk today, because I am suddenly overcome with dizziness and altered vision. I was trying to read a portion from a book and found that I had little spots before my eyes like you get when you are out too long in the sun on a white, snowy day. Those of you who have been to my office know that it is not brightly lit, so this phenomenon confused me, and when the dizziness began, nausea was right on its heels. I went to the GGCA prayer room and lay down for a while and felt a mild headache build behind my right eye. I feel as though I have a migraine headache without the pain. Whatever it is, I am taking it easy here in my office and taking some time to write to you.</p><p>The weather has been unseasonably warm for December, but that has not stopped the younger students from asking almost daily, "Is it Christmas yet?" and singing songs like Jingle Bells as they trail along in their teacher's wake each morning from the Family Center to their classroom. The lower elementary child's sense of time is not highly developed. In their minds, December equals Christmas, and the idea of the holiday arriving nearly three weeks from now can mean anything from very soon to eons from now. As a boy growing up in Maine, December and June seemed liked the months with the longest days, for Christmas never seemed to draw any closer no matter how many days I crossed off the calendar, and the end of school and summer vacation were elusive dreams that wishing and hoping could not bring into my grasp.&nbsp;</p><p>As someone who works in a school, it can still feel that way at times. The students' longing infects us adults too, and we find ourselves steeling our hearts against the fervent desire for school to end and vacation to begin, because we have jobs and responsibilities as educators, and we're not kids, for crying out loud! As a parent, you see your children grow up and outgrow some of the seasonal antsy-ness that come with Christmas, but as a teacher, especially an elementary teacher, every year you see the same excitement and anticipation, because you are always teaching students that are 5 or 6 or 10; the names and faces change, but the childlike thrill of the approaching holiday remains the same. It is one of the blessings of being a teacher.</p><p>Teaching is a hard job. If you are not called to do it, it can be an almost impossible job. It requires so much energy and creativity and enthusiasm to do it well, and love is a big part of it. You have to love middle schoolers to deal with all of their changes and moods and aromas, day after day after day as you try to help them learn to do math, understand science, appreciate history, and love literature and writing. You have to love first graders to help them learn to read as they learn the art of being good citizens and classmates and to not push and to share and play together nicely. Teaching can be so, so, so draining, but when you are a teacher, you can hardly imagine doing anything else for work, because there is such joy in the annual journey, shepherding students from September through June as they grow and become.</p><p>I could go on, but I have to weave my way down to the staff meeting now. I hope my dizziness doesn't send me lurching into a wall! By God's grace, all will be well. Until next times, God bless you.</p>]]></description>
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				<title>'Tis the Season</title>
				<description><![CDATA[<font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">And so it begins...</font><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">By my count, there are sixteen and one-half days of school before the Christmas break if I include today. These are some of the most challenging days to teach for any teacher, the stretch from Thanksgiving break to Christmas break, because the peppermint and evergreen scent of the next big holiday grows stronger and stronger as the day draws nearer, and that aroma energizes children and can cloud their minds. May God help us if the skies should open and bestow upon us a blanket of snow, no matter how thin or temporary.</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">The elementary students are in rehearsals for the Christmas musical. This year's production will be something called, "Aaron, the Allergic Shepherd" and it should be amusing since Aaron is allergic to wool. We have some wonderful singers and actors in the elementary grades, so I anticipate a great performance which will usher in the presence of God as only the youngest among us can do.</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">This season also means it is time to once again prepare Christmas shoe boxes for the needy. This year, some shoe boxes are going to Haiti and some are going to Baltimore outreach areas to bless children. If you are reading this blog and wish to participate, it is easy to do. Take a shoe box, fill it with small gifts for either a boy or a girl, then wrap the box in Christmas gift wrap and bring it to the school by December 16th at the very latest. What should you put in the shoebox? Get a mixture of practical and fun things: toothbrush and toothpaste, washcloth and soap, a pair of socks or some mittens or a hat, some candy or edible, non-perishable treats, a book, some crayons or markers or colored pencils or pens, a little book of word find puzzles, a stuffed toy, a yo-yo - just simple things that would be stocking stuffers. Put a tag on your show box and label it BOY or GIRL and give an age estimate too, so that your gift ends up in the right hands.</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">Pray for GGCA. I know you do, but I am asking you to pray for protection from sickness, for safety in the parking lot and on the roadways, for God's blessings on moms and dads and marriages and home life. Pray for each teacher. Pray for the office staff. Pray for me. I need prayer so that I don't wear out, so I don't lose sight of what we're all doing. We need to be about our Father's business, just like Jesus was in Luke 2.</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">My thought for today is that Jesus has never stopped loving me and He never will. My soul sings that over and over again and I hold onto this truth for dear life. No matter what else comes my way, my God has always loved me and always will. 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take Him at His word, just to rest upon His promise, just to know "thus saith the Lord."</font></p>]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[Bless me, Readers, for I have procrastinated. It has been two weeks since my last posting. Forgive me for the confessional allusion.

The weather has turned cold again today. My hands are still cold from the time I spent out on sidewalk duty this morning before school. Perhaps some typing will warm them up a bit. I am really looking forward to the Thanksgiving break. One of the perqs of working in schools is the break time you get around certain holidays. Believe me, school folks need those breaks and I think the students need a break from their teachers too. We all need to come away and rest a while, renew our strength, and get over colds and other winter maladies.&nbsp;<p>&nbsp;I remember being in school and learning about the pilgrims and their first Thanksgiving with the Native Americans. I remember tracing the outline of my hand, making the thumb look like a turkey's head and coloring the four fingers different colors to look like the turkey's feathers, making something that looked more like a peacock with a wattle hanging over its beak. I remember another year stuffing a brown paper lunch bad with crumpled newspaper, cutting out a turkey's head, feet, and feathers from colored construction paper, and gluing these onto the paper bag body to make a holiday centerpiece for my mother's table. It was art that only a mother could love. There was also the year we made black construction paper pilgrim hats with buckles on them and matching buckles to tape onto our shoes for a Thanksgiving pageant. When you grow up in New England, Thanksgiving is an important holiday, as you can see.&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;As Thanksgiving approaches, I think of the blessings we have here at Greater Grace Christian Academy. I am thankful for each and every student, from the youngest kindergartner, Sarduis Anderson, to the oldest seniors, Nicholas and Elizabeth Groenewold. They are the reason our school is here, our mission, our treasure. I am thankful for our amazing staff of teachers and administrators who love and have a vision for each of their students as they educate each one in and out of their classrooms. I am thankful for our faithful parents who support our school with prayer and encouragement, who are diligently training their children in their homes. We hope that the school is an extension and complement of the education work taking place in each home. I am thankful for Greater Grace Church for all the resources they pour into GGCA. We have some of the best Bible teachers on the planet because of this church, and I am glad we have a pastor, elders, and trustees that have a commitment to Christian education.&nbsp;</p><p>I am thankful to a great, big God who covers us all with his grace and mercy and teaches us His thoughts and His ways, because we would never discover them on our own. I look forward to the day when we all sit down at the Lord's table in heaven for the greatest feast of thanksgiving of all.

We are truly blessed, and I wish all of you the bounty of Christ's unspeakable, matchless joy and peace as you celebrate the blessings He has bestowed upon you and yours.</p>]]></description>
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				<title>Sick Days</title>
				<description><![CDATA[<font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">Please pray for our staff and students now that cold and flu season has come upon us. Paula Lange is out sick for the second day, and others of us are sniffling, sneezing, coughing, and wheezing, held together by cold medication, perseverance, and prayer. I woke up this morning with the sore throat and wobbly legs that usually presages a bout with a virus, but I decided that I had to come to school if only to be part of our elementary chapel skit this afternoon. I missed being in the Encouragement skit I wrote for last week's chapel, so I especially want to be here for the one on Forgiveness today.</font><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">Forgiveness was the topic of a message spoken by Pastor Schaller a few Sundays ago, and it seems as though I have been learning it ever since. My blithe statement that I forgive others easily was put to the test later that week as I stewed over something someone had done that really bothered me; I kept my hurt to myself and couldn't seem to let it go. Eventually I did, and all is well now, but I really felt God provoking me to live that message. This morning I tried to mediate an unfortunate incident between two students that cries for forgiveness, true forgiveness, not the "sure, no problem" quick and easily forgotten brush off, but a deep, lasting, put it all behind us forgiveness that only God's love produces.</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">Sin is a disease, a sickness, that infects the entire human race, and the devil wants us all to live and die in its effects, like the lepers mentioned in the Bible. We sin, we fail, we disappoint others and ourselves, we hurt others and ourselves, because we have these bodies of sin and death that make us all fall short of the glory of God. We needed the ultimate price to be paid by God for our forgiveness, and we need forgiveness in our lives. Forgiveness is like a healing balm, a medicine, that restores relationships that have been devastated by sin and its effects. Without forgiveness, wounds and hurts fester and deepen, sickening the soul, sapping the life of a person.</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">I think that's what I hope to communicate in chapel today to the elementary students. I have one character say to another that when you forgive a friend, you keep a friend. We need to be forgiving people as believers, not clinging to our hurts and wounds at the expense of losing a relationship with a dear brother or sister in Christ. How does that old saying go? "To err is human; to forgive, divine." &nbsp;God set the example for us to follow.</font></p>]]></description>
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				<title>Your face, Lord, will I seek...</title>
				<description><![CDATA[<font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">Today Pastor Love was delayed arriving to the grades 6-12 chapel, so I took the opportunity to address the students and tell what was on my heart. I told them that when asked by Pastor Schaller before the school year began what I desired for our school, I said one word: Revival. I explained to the students that every one of them can have a ministry and reveal Christ if they seek God's face, like Psalm 27:8 says: "When you said, "Seek My face," my heart said to You, "Your face, Lord, will I seek."&nbsp;</font><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">I am counting on God to raise up the next generation of Christian leaders, because, if Christ tarries, we are going to need them to replace those of us who are getting a bit long in the tooth. More than that, though, I believe that our young people can be leaders and have a ministry right NOW. Pastor Brian told our seniors on the senior retreat that if they were dropped as a group in a foreign country, they could turn that country upside-down for Christ because of the life they have inside them. I agree.</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">We ended the chapel with a time of prayer, and I hope that you will join me in prayer for a divine, Word of God, Holy Spirit-filled revival in the GGCA student body. Let's seek God's face together and expect that we will find Him and be blessed in both the seeking and the finding.</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">Amen.</font></p>]]></description>
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				<title>Diligence</title>
				<description><![CDATA[<font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">Another Friday is before me and that means elementary chapel time. Our verse of the week is Proverbs 21:5 - "The plans of the diligent end up in profit, but those who hurry end up with loss." Our verses this year cover Christian character traits. We have learned about acceptance, bravery, and compassion so far, and today we learn about diligence.&nbsp;</font><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">I have written a skit that will be performed in chapel to illustrate the importance of diligence. I will be playing Dexter, a student who rushes through everything and ends up losing out on grades, understanding, and (gasp!) gym time. I will be supported by someone from the office staff playing The Teacher and a third grader named Nilufar Murodova playing the student I have creatively named Nilufar. She will teach me the importance of being diligent as a Christian.</font><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">The skits are a big hit with the elementary students because they are usually funny, and this year I have been using at least one student each week to play an important role. I like it that the student plays the hero of the play, the Christian who believes the Bible and tells it like it is as a friend. We all need people like that in our lives.&nbsp;</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">Growing up, my mother was often the one who spoke truth when I needed to hear it, whether I wanted to hear it or not. I realize that moms and dads may be reading my blog, and I want to encourage you to make the time to tell your child what he or she needs to hear, even though their flesh may not appreciate it. I never wanted to go to the cross as a young person - fear and pride being two major reasons why - so I sometimes needed to be led there by one wiser than I. Dying to myself was never pleasant until it was over and the newness of resurrection life in my new nature became my experience. And it was also quite an unpleasant revelation that I needed to die daily in order to have Christ's life in exchange for my own.</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">Diligence is taking time to try to do things right. I need to be diligent in my walk of faith and we need to be diligent to help our young people establish their own personal walks with Jesus Christ. That can be hard to do in a culture that encourages us to do more and more, faster and faster. I comes down to making decisions as to how we spend our time. Let's spend our time wisely on the things and people that matter and show our young people what is truly valuable in the ways we spend our time.</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p></p>]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[<font size="3">It takes a special person to teach science. I should know. I have taught math, history, English, and science in my career, and the only subject I feel I failed to do justice to was science. This is bizarre since I went to college to become a science teacher and have a science specialization on my certification. I taught a year of senior level physics and a year of seventh grade life science. Somebody have me committed to a psychiatric hospital if I ever volunteer to teach science again.</font><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">Fortunately for me and for the students of Greater Grace Christian Academy, we have a bona fide scientist for a science teacher. Mr. Janssen loves science and loves teaching and loves students, so he is an amazing science teacher. He loves God too, so that makes him an amazing Christian science teacher, and that is even better, because the beauty of science can only be truly understood in the light of truth which is found in the Creator, without Whom there would be no science.</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">From time to time I wander into Mr. Janssen's classroom to discover something that I never knew. I love the way he shows how what he is teaching connects to the world we live in and points to the God we love. He has a great sense of humor and a strong desire for each student to reach his or her potential. With Mr. Janssen, as it is with our other teachers, mastery of the subject is secondary to development of the person. Pardon my paraphrase but, "What does it profit a student if he learns everything there is to know about science or math or history, etc., if he or she doesn't discover and fall in love with the person of Jesus Christ?" Answer? There's no eternal value in knowledge for knowledge's sake. There are too many "educated" people walking the broad road to hell who know so much about everything but the Way, the Truth, and the Life.</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">You can learn a lot of science in Mr. Janssen's class and you can learn a lot about being a man or woman of God from the lesson of Mr. Janssen's life. Why not be a wise person and learn both? (He sure looks like a happy guy, doesn't he?)</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><img src="http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/360/26435185.jpg" width="651"></p>]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[<font size="3">Well, it's Monday again, so it must be time to meet another member of the GGCA staff. Today I thought it would be nice to introduce you to Mrs. Holly Savonen, GGCA's third grade teacher. Mrs. Savonen looks much nicer than the picture here which I took when I caught her after after being outside on a rainy day. Still, she was a good sport and smiled for my camera. That's Mrs. Savonen for you.&nbsp;</font><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">Mrs. Savonen reminds me of the two masks that you see symbolizing the dramatic arts, the one with the laughing face of comedy and the other with the weeping face of tragedy. She laughs and cries easily because she has a great heart and she relishes life. She is the first to laugh herself and she weeps like a mother for her child, for she truly loves and cares for each of her students.&nbsp;</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">I admire Mrs. Savonen's commitment to learning. She reads with her students in mind, always working to improve herself as a teacher. I think of the Apostle Paul who in Philippians 3 spoke of not having attained, but pressing on toward the mark. He must have been a great teacher, because a teacher has to be student, always learning, to be effective. Mrs. Savonen even claims at times to be turning into a third grade student! And I thought the student was supposed to become more like his teacher...</font></p><p><img src="http://img851.imageshack.us/img851/3820/70084182.jpg" width="651"></p>]]></description>
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				<title>Meet Mr. Evans</title>
				<description><![CDATA[<font size="3">I can't rightly recall how Mr. Michael Evans began working at GGCA, but I am glad that he did. Did I hire him? If so, I must remember to pat myself on the back for making a good decision. What I do know is Mr. Evans' amazing flexibility and faithfulness. Every year he as worked for me at GGCA, he has come to me and said that he is available to teach whatever needs to be taught. I have asked him to teach math, science, and history and he has told me that as long as he can have the books for the summer, he will be ready. This is a school administrator's dream!&nbsp;</font><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">Mr. Evans is a great teacher who grows from year to year in wisdom and experience. He has become our middle school's afternoon anchorman, teaching seventh grade science and either seventh or eighth grade math for the past two years plus monitoring the seventh grade study hall. He wears awesome neckties for which he says he never pays more than two dollars, and he has some pretty good stories and jokes to help make the afternoon's education as painless as possible. He is one of the most patient souls I have ever met (a pre-requisite for teaching grades 7 and 8) and he truly enjoys his students. He is anything but boring, he is consistent and fair, and he is a better teacher than he admits or knows.</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">Take a gander at Mr. Evans' necktie awesomeness!</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><img src="http://img695.imageshack.us/img695/9350/61811419.jpg" width="651"></p>]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[<font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">And so, here we are on another fall-like Monday morning at Greater Grace Christian Academy. We have already begun our day with prayer and some time in the Word and the students have gone their separate ways: Sophomores are in the gymnasium with Coach Lynch, Coach Campbell, and Miss Eva; Juniors are with Mr . McFarland doing their reading for this week's Apologetics classes; Freshmen are with Mrs. Vanderwarker working on their composition skills; Pastor Knight's eighth graders are in the midst of studying biblical times in Ancient World History; the seventh graders are under the loving tutelage of Mrs. Colby in English class; and the sixth graders are with Miss Locke learning the latest Saxon math lesson.&nbsp;</font><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">The elementary students are likely studying either language arts or math this morning, since these are the prime teaching hours for those two subjects. The office is relatively quiet. Jen Lynch is answering the phones and clickety-clacking away on her computer keeping the school and its schedules up-to-date and informed. Paula has gone to sit in on the Ancient History class to observe Pastor Knight teaching, and you may have inferred that Mr. McFarland is at his Apologetics class. I have already been through the high school explaining the dos and don'ts of tomorrow's GGCA Spirit Day dress code, and I have posted today's lunch detention notices in the five usual locations. Nobody should claim ignorance of whether or not his or her name was on the list.</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">Lunch detentions are the consequence of three types of student misconduct: lateness to class, dress code violations, and coming to class unprepared. GGCA places great emphasis on the importance of being on-time and prepared and looking professional, three values that are also valued in the workplace. Lunch detention is served in Mrs. Colby's classroom for the first ten minutes of the lunch period. Students must sit without speaking, doing nothing, awake, until the bell rings dismissing them to the lunchroom. It is a mild enough consequence, but an inconvenient one for 7th-12th grade students who would rather be socializing with friends around the lunch table.</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">It will soon be Green Eggs and Ham day in the Greater Grace Learning Center. Every year that I have been principal, I have been invited to read the Dr. Seuss classic to the four-year-olds at the end of September before feasting on real green eggs and green ham. Because this event is near my birthday, I am usually crowned and treated to birthday cake as I sit in a chair designed for a much smaller person. It is always a blessing to be part of this annual tradition.</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">Well, it is time to make a delivery run to the mailroom and the finance office, and when I return I may write a few birthday cards for students whose birthdays fall between now and the end of the month. Perhaps I will walk down the sidewalk and bask in the glorious sub-70 degree sunny weather which reminds me so much of my childhood school days in Maine and Massachusetts.</font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br></font></p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">It seems that I have been in school since I was five years old...</font></p>]]></description>
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				<title>Meet Miss Diane</title>
				<description><![CDATA[<font size="3">This year I have decided to dedicate some of my blog to introducing the staff of Greater Grace Christian Academy. Today's introduction is for Miss Diane Turmel, better known to her kindergarten fans as "Miss Diane." Miss Diane is GGCA's indispensable kindergarten assistant. She and Miss Anderson are the dynamic duo of the five-year-old set, transitioning students from pre-school to first grade. That is a huge transition.&nbsp;</font><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">I remember watching a Saturday morning cartoon called Recess in which the kindergarten students were depicted as a tribe of uncivilized natives. To a degree, that humorous depiction is accurate, because kindergarten is the grade where students learn how to be "civilized" students.&nbsp;</font></p><p><font size="3">Miss Diane is one of the ladies who brings civilization to the kindergarten "tribe."</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">Miss Diane is a patient helper of teacher and students alike. Do you remember ever being sick or having an accident in kindergarten? Miss Diane is the kind soul who helps kindergarten students get through those times when they get hurt at recess, don't feel good, or don't make it to the bathroom in time. She is the like the Holy Spirit working in the background so that the classroom runs smoothly and Miss Anderson can teach. There's a lot of preparation for each day of kindergarten, and Miss Diane tirelessly helps make those preparations throughout the school day and after school hours.</font></p><p><font size="3"><br></font></p><p><font size="3">Sometimes the teacher's assistant is overlooked and does not receive the credit she deserves. Sometimes only the teacher she helps realizes the tremendous contribution she makes to the success of the class. Well, I wanted to talk about Miss Diane first and foremost, because she does such an incredible job for which I am very grateful, and I wanted you all to know what a gft she is to our school. Praise be to God, for she is one of those spoken of in 2 Corinthians 1:24, a true "helper of our joy." Look at her smiling&nbsp;countenance!</font></p><p><img src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/966/93079012.jpg" width="651"></p>]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[The rivers are rising, roofs are leaking, sump pumps are stressed, and the itsy bitsy spider may have given up all hope of ever climbing up the water spout, but it is Friday here at Greater Grace Christian Academy and we are completing our first week of our new school year, and that is cause for celebration and praise. This is our 25th year of service to church going Christian families in the Greater Baltimore area. Twenty-five years!&nbsp;<p>We've come a long way from our humble beginnings having school in a Teamster's hall and in a former funeral home. I know adults who went to school in those buildings and they have stories to tell that make you laugh and shake your head in wonder that they actually have fond memories of those places. When I think of the little room I once taught in where I had only twenty-one chairs for my students to sit in, when I taught combined classes of freshmen and sophomores and of juniors and seniors from $2.50 "textbooks" with the construction and life expectancy of a comic book, I praise God for all we have in our school today.</p><p>Come rain or come shine, we're having school here at GGCA, and not only do we have beautiful classrooms, an excellent curriculum, and incredible, godly teachers, but we also have an amazing spirit and vision here in our school, the same spirit and vision that those first folks had when our school was founded twenty-five years ago. It is a spirit that says, "God has mandated Christian education, so we are going to have a Christian school for our children and for our families, and it doesn't matter where it is or how beautiful it is, we are just going to go forward by faith, trusting God to bless us in this great endeavor." And God has blessed us, and we are still going forward by faith and providing the most excellent Christian education we can.</p><p>It is Friday and tomorrow CYA soccer begins and our hard working teachers can have a day to rest as they build up the stamina required to teach and manage a classroom filled with eager young minds day-in, day-out, come rain or snow or sleet, or blazing heat, come colds or flu or chicken pox or head lice - whatever the Lord allows. Praise God for twenty-four great years. We are expecting that the best is yet to come!</p>]]></description>
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				<title>Midsummer Missive</title>
				<description><![CDATA[This summer has been hot - way too hot for a boy raised in a state where swimming pools and air conditioners are luxuries, and that state is Maine. I can remember the first car my parents bought that had air conditioning. I don't think they even wanted that option, but the car came with it. It was a source of awe and excitement for us kids who had always relied upon nature's air conditioning, a.k.a. the rolled down windows, for a breeze when riding in the car. A ninety degree day was a rarity which merited some time jumping through the sprinkler on the lawn or, if we were so fortunate, a trip to the beach for a dip in the frigid waters of the Atlantic Ocean.<p>I took a two week summer vacation to Maine and three of the Atlantic provinces of Canada in early July. The weather was cooler than it was here in Baltimore and the places we visited had much smaller towns with less people, less traffic, and less hectic lifestyles. It was a pleasant change from the hustle and bustle and heat of Baltimore, and I got to spend quality time with my parents and eat some delicious food. I am going to try and include a photo from one of my annual pilgrimages, which is to a baked bean supper at a church in Pownal, Maine. If all goes well, you will see me in my glory about to devour a slice of homemade pie.</p><p><img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/2924/31753854.jpg" width="744"></p><p>My nephew, Cameron Dunbar, is seated on my right. He is a senior at Ohio University and he plans to graduate this year with a degree in journalism. Keep him in your prayers, if you will.</p><p>We are gearing up for school here in the GGCA office, but we are only in first gear for now, which is nice when you aren't in a rush to get somewhere. I have had time to do some reading for school and personal edification and here are three books I am recommending: <i>Tools for Teaching</i>&nbsp;by Fred Jones (great for teachers and administrators who want to learn more about classroom management and teaching); <i>The Christian Atheist</i>&nbsp;by Craig Groeschel (read it for your personal edification as a believer and share it with a teenager); <i>The Prospering</i>&nbsp;by Elizabeth George Speare (an adult novel by the two-time Newbery Award winner which is about the settlement of Stockbridge, Massachusetts. It features a missionary to the Mahican Indians and I think Jonathan Edwards appears as a character later in the book. Great historical fiction, but a hard to find book.)</p><p>Okay, it is time to go back to school work, but I am going to put in a picture of me and my beautiful mother taken in New Brunswick, Canada at the Hopewell Rocks where the highest and lowest tides on earth can be seen. It is low tide in the photo, or we'd be immersed in water.</p><p><img src="http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/2439/21073798.jpg" width="744"></p><p>Hey! That's the checkered shirt I am wearing right now! Good memories. Pray for GGCA and have a great summer. Love from the principal...</p>]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[School has been over for a week now and today it is only Nate McFarland and I here in the office. We are preparing the end of the year mailing, stuffing large&nbsp;manila envelopes with report cards, calendars, summer reading&nbsp;lists, school supply lists, and other vital pieces of information. It has been rather quiet here today, so far, and we are enjoying the freedom from neckties and clanging bells that summer affords to us.&nbsp;<p>I am not wearing socks (gasp!) and in two weeks I will be leaving for an all-too-brief summer vacation. This year my plan is to visit my family in Maine and then travel with my parents to Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island for some rest and relaxation. My idea of a vacation is good friends, good books, good food, and quiet moments to enjoy them all.&nbsp;</p><p>School is very hectic and takes a lot of energy out of me each day. I realize this now that all the staff and students are gone, because I go home with energy to do things at the end of the day; I don't feel as though I need a nap before I can think about what the evening holds. Before school ended, the idea of mowing my lawn was inconceivable on some days, but now that school is over, I don't mind doing it and even find it almost pleasurable. Almost. It depends on the heat and humidity.</p><p>Next week, convention will be in full swing and Paula Lange and I will host a morning session for teachers again this year. Last year we had a great time discussing literacy, but this year we are tackling the topic of Christ in the classroom - Is it possible for a school to pursue both academic and spiritual excellence 100 percent? This should be a fun topic of discussion for all of the educators in attendance. It is what we are attempting to do here at GGCA. We don't believe in a 50-50 split. We want 100-100 and think it can be done.</p><p>Well, it is time to write out some birthday cards. School ends, but the students are still having birthdays, and we want them to know that though they are out of sight, they are not out of mind and they are much loved. Have a great vacation everybody! Do your summer reading! Don't have any? Assign yourself some!</p>]]></description>
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				<title>Scattered Thoughts for a Hot Day</title>
				<description><![CDATA[We've been getting a few calls from parents these past two days asking if we will be closing early due to the heat like the public schools are doing. We are happy to inform our parents that GGCA is as cool as a cucumber and that we will be having full days of school unless our air conditioning units break down - that would be an Act of God. Our students have cool classrooms to learn in, a cool gymnasium to play in, and cool cafeteria to eat in, and cool teachers and administrators watching over them. Our school is COOL.<p>Have you gotten any of those emails from supposed brothers and sisters overseas who want you to send them a little money so that they can transfer thousands or millions of dollars into your bank account for safekeeping? I have only read one of those letters in my lifetime, but I see the brief previews of them in my spam mailbox and am amused (when I am not annoyed) sometimes by the first few words I can see. "I am writing on my knees today..." "I write to you with tears in my eyes..." Somebody must be falling for this stuff for them to keep sending out these messages. Don't worry - I will not use my blog to make impassioned appeals for you to send me money so that I can have my millions being held hostage by the government released.</p><p>This last week I have heard from some people that they have been reading this blog, people who do not have children in Greater Grace Christian Academy and have no intention of putting children in this school. One reader is a friend who says she began reading it at work and, once she got started, read every entry. Another reader is a friend of the family who now lives in Missouri. He came with is wife, a former student of mine, and his son to attend the graduation of Pete Westera from Maryland Bible College and Seminary. I had the privilege of being in the classroom where the graduates had gathered before the graduation ceremony and hearing Pete give a testimony to the faithfulness of God to the faculty and his classmates. What he said resonated powerfully with me, because I have known Pete since he was a high school student back in Massachusetts, and I have been a witness to the work of God in his life over the years. Among other great statements he made, he said, "God's plan is pathetic," and clarified this by saying that God uses all of us, no matter how weak and foolish we are.&nbsp;</p><p>I thank God that he uses the foolish, weak, and despised to confound the wise, the strong, and the great of this world. It means that I qualify to be used by God. Grace is so GOOD! By God's grace, I can write a little and God can use it a lot. I am hoping that God is raising up some writers in GGCA, people who can commit their thoughts and ideas to paper (tree-based and electronic too) for the education and edification of others. We are working on increasing the literacy of our students, asking them to read more in and out of school, and now we are going to ask our students to write more. This world needs more godly writers, and I want some to be GGCA students.</p><p>Okay. My time is up. I am shifting to the front desk now to take some calls about whether we will close early because of the heat...</p>]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[We are all looking forward to the Memorial Day holiday. We need some time off from school work and being cooped up in classrooms on these warm spring days. The teachers need a break from their students and the students need a break from their teacher and each other. Spring brings up the sap in plants and trees and it brings up the sap in people too, especially young people. They have more energy and you know - you just know - that once summer comes, that sap is going to convert itself into a growth spurt. It has already begun. Boys whose trousers were the right length when school began are now sporting the high water pants look and their bony wrists extend beyond their long sleeves.<p>I remember sitting in my classroom in Maine with the windows open and the gentle, warm breezes embracing me in my desk, beckoning me to come outside to stretch my legs running and scream the pent-up energy out of my lungs on the playground. Glorious sunny days with clear blue skies enticed my mind to dream of anything but the spelling words and math problems in front of me - all I could think of was playing, playing, and more playing. We boys came back to the classroom, our hair plastered to our hands with sweat, our shirts untucked, our palms and knees scraped and bleeding, our faces red from joyous exertion. How our teacher managed to stay sane until the third week of June astonishes me.</p><p>People who are not teachers or not married to teachers don't realize how important a day - or a couple of months - off for a classroom teacher. If teachers were cell phones, they would all be beeping right now, because their batteries are so low and need recharging. Our teachers are blessed in that they finish the school year, have a week to collapse, and then a week of convention to revive through the life of the Body of Christ.</p><p>If you see a teacher, make sure you take time to thank, to edify, to encourage, or, if nothing else, to pray for him or her. I wish I had the resources to send them all off on a cruise or somewhere away from it all to be pampered. Probably I will just end up buying them lunch on the last day of their school year, June 10th. It's the least I can do and also the most I can afford, though they all deserve more. I'm counting on God to bless them in all the ways I cannot.</p><p>Beep! Beep! Beep! I think I hear a battery running down...</p>]]></description>
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				<title>Planning With God</title>
				<description><![CDATA[A few days ago I wrote a letter to the parents of next year's senior class and to the seniors themselves. I think it says something important that I want people to read, something that I believe personally, something we stand for as a school. I think that we, as parents and concerned adults who may have grown up without the benefits of certain experiences and material things, perhaps believe that our young people should not have to go without those things we did, and give them too much stuff and try to push them to do things we may not have done in order to spare them some of the hardships we faced growing up. We want the best for them. We want them to have it better than we did.<p>But did we really have it all that bad? Didn't hardship and struggle form Christ in us and make us the believers we are today? Is life really about having a house and a car and other materials things and security? Is that what the Gospel is all about? Did Jesus say that if we were his disciples our lives would be beds of roses and mansions on Easy Street? Nope. Not even close. He promised us that we would face the same hardships he faced, but that we would have Him to see us through it all. He is our inheritance and He is who we want to hand down to our children, for without Him, life is meaningless and empty.</p><p>Having said all that, here is the letter I wrote:</p><p><font class="Apple-style-span" face="helvetica" size="2">May 13, 2011</font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="helvetica" size="2">Dear Senior Parent and Child,</font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="helvetica" size="2">Bear with me.</font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="helvetica" size="2">One of my favorite books I read as a child was The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster,
the story of a boy named Milo who travels to the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placetype w:st="on">Land</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename w:st="on">Wisdom</st1:placename></st1:place>
and has all sorts of adventures in the kingdoms of Dictionopolis, where
everything has to do with words, and Digitopolis, where everything has to do
with numbers. One of the memorable characters in the book is Officer Shrift who
is very short and finds joy in arresting people. I do not think I understood
the significance of Officer Shrift's height at the time, but now I am aware of
the phrase "short shrift" which means "little attention or consideration in
dealing with a person or a matter." I know that I gave something short shrift
when we met together last night for our "future seniors and their parents
meeting."</font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="helvetica" size="2">Last night in our discussion of the future plans of our
seniors, I gave short shrift to seeking the call of God upon one's life. I
spoke as though everyone planned to go to a secular college when that may not
be the call of God for every senior's life. I apologize, for I am deeply
convicted about having spoken presumptuously. God may have already spoken to
some of our seniors about attending Bible college or taking some time off from
schooling to go serve on a mission field or to simply go get a job. Not
everyone must go to college, or if they do, not everyone has to go to a secular
college; the important thing is to hear from God about what his plan and his
will are for your life.</font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="helvetica" size="2">I went to Bible college straight from high school and
graduated. My final year of Bible college I also attend a community college,
because I felt God calling me to become either an accountant or a teacher.
Three days before beginning my college studies the fall following my graduation
from Bible college, I felt God's call to take a semester-long short-term
missions trip to Europe and the <st1:place w:st="on">Middle East</st1:place>.
It was my first trip outside the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">United States</st1:place></st1:country-region> and it changed my
perspective. The state college was still there waiting for me when I returned,
and I enrolled in the spring<u style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; ">.</u></font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="helvetica" size="2">When it came time to declare a major, I remember sitting
down with my father in his office and asking him what I should choose - accounting or teaching - and his counsel was to ask God for that answer and to
know that he and my mother would back me up 100 percent. It was godly counsel
because it directed me to seek God's plan and will for my life, not what would
please my parents, not what would bring me the most money, material
possessions, and security, not even what would make me happy.</font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="helvetica" size="2">When I considered the choices my parents had made - to walk
away from their secure, suburban lives in Maine and move our family to another
state so my father could go to Bible college - and when I thought about all
they had given up to follow Christ, I realized how vital it is to be like
Abraham in Genesis 13 who allowed God to choose for him and received so much
more than what he would have gotten if he had chosen for himself. God spoke to
me about becoming a teacher, and I pursued that course of study with the
express purpose of teaching in our Christian school for as long as He would
have me there. I am still here, I am happy, and I don't think I lack for
anything, even though I know that people with my education and experience make
much more money elsewhere.</font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="helvetica" size="2">Let God choose for you. He's not crazy and twisted, so He's
not going to ask you to become somebody or do something you cannot do or would
hate doing. Maybe he has already spoken to you about something, like becoming a
pastor or a missionary. These are not career paths to material riches, but if
you follow Christ into full-time Christian service, you will have a rich life.
If God is calling you to study business or engineering or a career in
healthcare, then go after that with all you have to the glory of God. Don't
choose your future plans to please others or yourself - please God. You are a
Christian, a believer, and Jesus has commanded us Christians to seek first the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placetype w:st="on">kingdom</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename w:st="on">God</st1:placename></st1:place> and His righteousness knowing that God
will add "all these things" unto us; God will supply everything we need.</font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="helvetica" size="2">I hope that I have redeemed myself, giving this viewpoint
the consideration it deserved last night when we were all gathered together.
Pray about God's plan and will for your life. He will answer, guide, and lead
in His time.</font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="helvetica" size="2">Respectfully y</font><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: small; "><b>ours,</b></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="helvetica" size="2">Daniel Dunbar,&nbsp;Principal</font></p>]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[What a day!<br><br>I just finished eating some pasta for my dinner and my tummy is happy for now. Before eating, I mowed my lawn, an activity that I decided had to be done today, since rain is forecast for the foreseeable future and my brother Tim is coming in to town for a visit. You may be wondering, "What does Tim have to do with mowing the lawn?" Well, Tim is one of those guys who is really handy, in my opinion, and I felt that I ought to mow my lawn in case he saw it during his visit. I was afraid he would look at its wildness and feel compelled to go mow it himself. That's the kind of guy he is. He is handy and helpful. I wish I were more like him. If I were, there would be stain or paint on my steps, there would be hostas planted along the perimeter of my patio, black eyed Susans and echinacea would be bedded down out front, and my siding would have been power washed long ago. He likes projects and being outdoors and I admire his gumption; he gets things done and does them well.<br><br>Along those lines, I must say that I thoroughly enjoyed today's high school awards assembly. Coaches gave out athletic awards for the year and teachers gave out academic awards. It is good for all of us to see our young men and women be recognized for the things they have done and done well. When the efforts of people are celebrated - and we were celebrating with applause and laughter and hugs and high-fives - it is a corporate blessing. I was proud of our students and of our coaches and teachers. My hope is that people will aspire to try harder, to strive to be their very best in what they do. If God gives you a gift, you ought to develop it and use it for his glory.<br><br>Graduation is coming up. This Saturday we will be honoring our eight graduating seniors. As of this writing, the outcome of who will be class valedictorian is up in the air, too close to call. There are three young men who have worked hard all four years of high school. We will be celebrating these eight lives and their accomplishments Saturday. Woo-hoo! I pray that God calls these souls into his service and to Bible college training in His time.<br><br>Okay. Time to go work on finishing "A Tale of Two Castles" by Gail Carson Levine. It's a great mystery disguised as a sort of fairy tale. It will end up in one of our classroom libraries when I finish. God bless you, Reader!]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[This is my third attempt to write a blog entry in the past two days. The previous entries vanished into the digital void. Perhaps that was God's way of saying, "Try again, Dan. You'll get it right eventually."<br><br>I have been trying to write about how busy spring is at our school with all the field trips, graduations, outreaches, concerts, exams, sports, and other special events. This time, I will let that thought be expressed in summary as, "Pray for us (the staff and students), the weather, transportation, and our impact upon our community." There's so much to squeeze in between now and June 8th, and we are going to be sprinting like mad for the finish line.<br><br>I have been conducting formal observations of our teachers these past weeks, watching each one teach a lesson and show me what they've got, and I must say that I have been impressed. Maybe I am biased, maybe I am looking for good teaching, but I have seen some lessons that I would call examples of model teaching. We have some incredible people in our classrooms, pouring out knowledge, guidance, wisdom, and life - some better than others, of course - but the quality of instruction is equal to what I have observed in other schools, if not finer, because of the Holy Spirit informing the teaching.<br><br>We are blessed that we have a staff that all sits under the same pulpit, hearing the same messages, in tune with what the Spirit has to say to the church - and our school. The unity we have here commands a blessing of life everlasting. I am grateful to God, our gracious Lord and Savior, for allowing me to be a part of this visionary work of our local church. Our school is great and it just keeps getting better.<br><br>Keep the prayers coming!]]></description>
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				<title>He Is Risen</title>
				<description><![CDATA[<font class="Apple-style-span" face="helvetica" size="3">It is a little after six o'clock this Easter morning. My shades are drawn, so I cannot see what kind of day it is going to be weather-wise, but already my heart is filled with expectation for a beautiful day. I just finished reading a newsletter sent to me by my friend, Tain Palanun, former GGCA teacher now living in Seoul, Korea and teaching in a Christian school there. The newsletter was filled with beautiful testimonies written by the students he took to Thailand with him and members of the Korean church for a conference and times of evangelism. Something about reading the students' first-time experiences winning souls both thrilled and broke my heart; they were discovering how to share their faith with total strangers, giving out tracts, sharing in song, and ministering through drama.</font><font class="Apple-style-span" face="helvetica"><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"><br><br>For me, it is the day after the Easter play here in Baltimore has ended. After a month's worth of concentrated effort, my life will begin to return to it's normal routine. I won't be spending my evenings coaching actors where to stand and how to deliver their lines. I won't have to dress head to toe in black and make sure actors make their entrances or sing on time or cue drums when to begin and end their dramatic rhythms. It will be nice to be able to go home at the end of a school day and not have to turn around for another rehearsal that runs late into the evening. But I will surely miss the&nbsp;</font><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">camaraderie of working with an incredible group of believers dedicated to proclaiming the gospel through a play.</font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" face="helvetica" size="3"><br><br>I really enjoyed writing the Lucius/Peter&nbsp;story line&nbsp;this year, and I was amazed each time I heard the dialogue in the final scene where Peter passionately expresses the heart of God to the centurion, Lucius, smashing through his shame, guilt, and fear with the truth of the Glorious Gospel. I don't think we shall ever grow tired of hearing that God loves us, that He has forgiven us, and that His grace, so powerful and sweet, is bestowed upon us despite and because of the fact that none of us deserves one iota of God's favor. (I have tears streaming down my cheeks as I write this.) I think we captured the relentlessness of God's great love for sinners in that scene, and I am so glad that even this fictional character believed and received Christ as his savior, because the alternative would have been such a great tragedy.<br><br></font><font class="Apple-style-span" face="helvetica" size="3">It was a both a privilege and a blessing to work alongside GGCA students, past and present, on this production. I love the way that our school works hand-in-hand with our church. Our vision in one. We are one body of believers and unity is sweet. I look forward to these last few weeks of school, the pomp and circumstance, the end of year activities that bring closure and celebrate the treasures we have in our school. Tomorrow night I teach my last Bible college class of this semester and then dash off to attend our high school banquet. Tuesday night is when the reality that the play is over will hit me. Praise God for the fragrance of memories.</font><p></p>]]></description>
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				<title>Champion-ship</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I looked up the meaning of the word champion in the Webster's 1828 dictionary just now and I was happy to see it mean what I thought it would: A man who undertakes a combat in the place or cause of another (championess being the female equivalent). In the Old Testament, David was the champion of the Israelites that was sent out to combat the Philistine champion, Goliath.
<br><br>Over the last two weeks, GGCA has sent out some champions and championesses to contest some basketball games against opponents from other schools. The young men won league and state title victories and they are to be commended along with their coaches for these accomplishments. The young ladies did not fare as well, but they represented our school with grace and dignity and have nothing to be ashamed of.
<br><br>I think that there is a Finished Work perspective that we can derive from the old meaning of the word champion. Our student athletes are already champions the moment they put on their uniforms, because they are undertaking a combat or competition on behalf of all the rest of us here at the school. They don't have to come in first place to be champions (which is the modern denotation of the word) - they just have to take up the challenge on our behalf and go out and do their best, trusting God for the outcome. Sometimes (like last Saturday), we may look like David taking on Goliath before the game begins, but as "more than conquerors" we end up battling back from adversity and coming out on top. We thank God for when he blesses us with the first place finishes, but we are not diminished by a loss, because we were champions no matter what the outcome.<br><br>Thank you to everyone who made this season great - the athletes and coaches, the moms and dads, the teachers, the fans, and the bus drivers - all the ones who supported our young men and women who made us proud.]]></description>
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				<title>Wired Up?</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I have been hoping for an opportunity to sit down and write about this topic I have had on my mind for a while now, and today the opportunity has arrived, because Stacey McCarter is in the office for the day to relieve some of the burden that has happily fallen upon us of responding to all the recent inquiries about our wonderful school. In his capacity as registrar, Nathan McFarland has been extremely busy responding to all these inquiries and Jen Lynch has a very busy job already, so Mrs. Lange and I have been doing a little front desk duty and some substituting for sick teachers as well as our usual "stuff" and my blog has been ignored. Today I plan to remedy this.<br><br>There has been a lot of buzz lately in and out of educational circles about the effect of digital technology on our young people. A recent issue of an educational periodical I subscribe to used the term 'screenagers' to describe adolescents who spend hours a day online, on their phones, on in front of a television, the boundaries between these technologies becoming increasingly blurred since you can now make phone calls from your computer (where you can also watch TV shows), you can watch TV and surf the Internet from your smartphone, and you can access Internet content from your television set. The most recent issue of TIME magazine says that on average, children from 8 to 18 spend 7 hours and 38 minutes per day using entertainment media, often multitasking by texting while watching TV or some other combination of technologies. The concern is for what all this screen time is doing to the brains of our young people: Is all of this technology/media use re-wiring the minds of our kids?<br><br>The article says that we have created a culture of distraction, where we do not focus on any one thing, but try to attend to many stimuli in our environments simultaneously. Biologically speaking, the center for focusing in our brains, the hippocampus, is not being exercised, so we are being programmed to focus less and we are losing the ability to apply abstract rules to new problems. Distracted multitaskers learn things as we learn habits, using the procedural memory part of the brain, which is only useful for repetitive tasks like tying your shoes, driving a car, or assembly line work. Do we want our children to be able to do sustained thinking, high level thinking, the thinking that leads to success in school and in good careers? I think we do. I think we want our kids to be able to focus and to be able to apply principles to new problems and situations that are not exactly like the one given as an example in the textbook or shown on the board by the teacher.<br><br>The author of the TIME article said that his concern was that in a world where we can be connected 24/7, we are subject to all those competing for our attention unless we choose to disconnect. Some of us sleep with our phones beside our pillows and wake up to the buzz of an incoming text message which deprives us of much-needed sleep. We see students coming to school exhausted because they are talking on the phone, texting, playing video games, etc., when they should be sleeping at night. The double whammy of lack of sleep and a brain wired for distraction is a surefire recipe for trouble of some sort in school. I shudder when I think that people like this are driving on the highway with me - sleep deprived and easily distracted.<br><br>One last thing I will mention here in passing, but hope to address in the future, is the danger of your child being infected by pornography. Pornography is everywhere in the digital age and it is targeting children, trying to hook them when they are young and impressionable. It is easy to access and it is easy for pornographers to prey upon the minds of our children. Are you sure your child has not been exposed? Giving your child a device that can connect to the Internet can be like handing your child a loaded gun. That wi-fi connected iPod Touch with access to funny YouTube videos? It can also broadcast filth, things would would not allow your child to watch on the family television. I am asking you to be aware, to be vigilant, to protect your children so that are not victimized by the evil that is stalking them in this world.<br><br>I love technology. It is all I can do not to run out and buy myself an iPad today and a Kindle tonight. I have a personal computer and an iPod Touch, so I am not some Luddite who despises technology. What I am saying is that we need to be so very, very careful with what technology we allow our children to possess and the potential dangers that they and our families could face because Satan is going to use the technology to spread his message just as much as we are trying to use it to spread the Gospel. ]]></description>
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				<title>Roots</title>
				<description><![CDATA[This past Friday I went to the office of Stanley J. Miller, M.D., P.A. for some Mohs micrographic surgery on my left temple where a basal cell carcinoma had been identified. Dr. Miller said that this kind of skin cancer was not the kind that could spread to other parts of my body, but that it did have roots that could grow down below the surface of my skin and do damage to the muscle and bone tissue below. He removed the affected area, checked it under a microscope, pronounced that he had gotten all of the roots, then sewed me up.<br><br>I really didn't need another hole in my head.

I tried to imagine what these roots looked like. I have done my share of uprooting trees and other plants in my lifetime, so I know what those kinds of roots look like, and I know how difficult it can be to completely remove them. I remember pulling up the roots to some sort of weedy plant only to discover that the roots had spread all throughout the yard and were connected to other weedy plants that needed to be dug up. It seemed as though I would have to dig up the entire back yard if I wanted to remove every last one of the roots and that the weeds would come back in force if I left even one of the roots intact. I was glad it was not my yard, but not so glad that what had seemed like a simple chore now presented itself as hours of backbreaking labor in the hot sun. Then I remembered some of the plants that had very shallow roots which, as a boy, I would pluck up and hurl like grenades in our neighborhood wars along with acorns, dirt bombs, pricker-burrs, and milkweed pods which exploded into clouds of white fuzz upon impact. I don't think my roots were anything like either of these. Maybe my basal cell roots were more like a carrot or dandelion, a tap root with little tertiary root hairs branching off it. Maybe I should have asked to see my roots.<br><br>Pastor Schaller spoke about having our roots in the proper place this Sunday. Our flesh is rooted in fear, guilt, and shame, but our new nature is rooted in grace.. We grow in grace (2 Peter 3:18). Ephesians 3:17 says we are rooted and grounded in love, or, in other words, we are rooted and grounded in the character and nature of God, for God is love (1 John 4:8). Such roots! The deeper these roots go, the more we will grow up in Him, in Christ (Ephesians 4:15). Jesus calls himself the Root in Revelation 22. We are so very blessed as believers to have a Root that is eternal, a Root that nourishes us and causes us to flourish. As long as the Root is intact, the plant will grow, and there's no way our Root is going anywhere, so we have great security and stability in Him.<br><br>Another idea of roots is heritage. Roberta Martellucci sent me a copy of something Pastor Stevens wrote for one of the first (if not the first) yearbooks produced by our Christian school when it was just a seedling back in Scarborough, Maine in the mid-1970s. It was encouraging to read his philosophy of Christian education in a nutshell and to realize that our school's roots have not been moved. We still believe the same things we did thirty-five years ago. Such roots we have! Pastor Stevens is no longer with us, but the roots he helped establish are going strong. We are blessed people to have a school with roots deep in grace and truth. I suppose this makes me sort of a husbandman, a gentleman farmer, I hope, cultivating the soil alongside all of you, to produce fruit in the lives we touch in this ministry of Christian education.<br><br>Let's pray for green thumbs and deeper roots!]]></description>
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				<title>Care</title>
				<description><![CDATA[Yesterday, I wrote about the necessity of being an active participant in a child's education. I have a few thoughts that I wish to add to this topic, now that I have had some time to converse a bit with teachers and parents on this topic.<br><br>I think that every child wants to know that his parents (and the other significant adults in his or her life) care.<br><br>What does this mean in a practical sense? I think it means giving time and attention, asking questions and showing interest. It means persisting.<br><br>Do my dad and mom care about me?<br><br>    * Does he come to see me play my games?<br>    * Does he look over my homework or ask about the book I am reading for school?<br>    * Does she check my grades on the computer and try to help my solve my problems?<br>    * Does he notice when I am not myself and sit and listen when I need to pour out my messy thoughts and emotions?<br>    * Does she stay on my case even when I tell her to leave me alone, because she knows that, left alone, I can't help myself and things will only get worse?<br>    * Do my parents pray with me and talk to me from a biblical point of view about stuff that can make me feel uncomfortable when we talk about it (like convictions about tithing, church attendance, music, movies, books, puberty, relationships, dating, and sex, to name a few)?<br><br>I know that it is different being a parent today than it was when I was growing up. I came home to find my mother waiting for me when I got off the bus, and she managed my play and homework time, had a snack waiting and dinner planned for when my father got home. Today, everyone is so much busier, going this way and that, doing many, many things and we all have the ability to entertain ourselves in our own little, separate worlds through the wonders of technology. One alarming statistic shows that, on average, parents and children spend 3.5 minutes per week in meaningful conversation while, on average, children 1680 minutes (28 hours) per week parked in front of a television. Wow.<br><br>I think parenting has never been an easy responsibility, but that it is harder today. Our culture has changed a lot, but the basic needs of our children haven't and our responsibility to train them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord has not either.<br><br>One particular young man in our school has his teachers concerned about him. They have noticed that something is bothering him, and they desire to help him. He has resisted several attempts to connect with him, but the teachers have persisted. Why? He isn't their son. But they love him. They care. He is sending all the signals that say, "Back off! I don't need you," but the teachers see something in his eyes that says, "Don't give up on me. I need to talk to somebody." Yesterday, there was a tiny break though, and the young man's guard was let down just enough for him to receive a bit of the help being offered to him. It was a small thing, but it was something, and that teacher rejoiced, because a connection had been made. Care was given and care was received through the few moments of communication.<br><br>I am forty-nine years old, but I still thank God that I have parents who care about me and, even more, a Savior who cares about me. We need to know that somebody cares about us, for our souls, and for who we are. 1 Peter 5:7 "Casting all your care upon Him, for he cares for you."]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA["And we're back!" That's what they say to hosts of live broadcasts to let them know that the commercials have they can be seen and heard by their viewers. The Christmas holiday break has ended and now we're back - back to the business of school, working to finish the second quarter, to bring the first half of the school year to a close. Tomorrow may be one of those, "We interrupt this broadcast" kind of events, better known here in Baltimore during the winter as a snow day. The forecasters are calling for a few inches of the frozen white stuff, so regularly scheduled programming may be preempted by sledding and other snow day activities.<br><br>I am preparing to teach a Bible college class called Essentials of Teaching. My first class is on Monday, and I am still waiting for the "Eureka!" moment of revelation when God tells me exactly what he expects me to teach that day and all the Mondays to follow. In my mind, I hope to give my students the most essential equipment they need to get started as a teacher. The trouble is, it is likely that most of my students do not see themselves teaching in the future, so they may not be eager to learn. But I think that most believers are called upon to be teachers eventually, since that is part of the Great Commission, and if my students plan to be parents (or already are parents), teaching is a huge part of being a parent. As our church revamps its youth ministries, there is the need for more teachers to serve in those ministries, If I can help prepare some folks to be these teachers, that will be awesome.<br><br>One thing that we are discussing in the school and the educational ministries as a whole is the vital importance of parental involvement. I notice that students of all ages need their parents to be involved in their education. Parents set the tone for education in their homes. Some parents set the tone that education is important and that they expect their children to do the very best they can to develop the minds that God gave them. They encourage their children to learn all they can, they provide what they can to help their children be the best students they can be. They are like good coaches who push their players to practice and stretch themselves to do more than they think they can do. A good coach believes in his or her players, gets them into the game, and lets them play. As a parent or a teacher, we want our students to succeed. We do our best to make them ready, to get them "into the game," and we we let them play - we don't play for them. Parent involvement doesn't mean doing a child's work. It means taking an active interest in what the child is doing in school, making sure he has time and a place to study, the resources she needs to do her work, and parental support - the belief and reasonable expectations that the work can and will be done well, to the glory of God.<br><br>As a math teacher, I saw so many students who did not give much, if any effort, to their studies, because one of the parents had said, "You got my math brains, so I don't expect you to do very well, because I didn't." The student now has the parent's blessing not to work hard to try and turn a weakness into a strength. I think we need to be very careful about the messages we send to our children. A home where there are no good books, where parents do not read, send the message that reading is not important, and so when the child is confronted with all the reading he must do in school, he avoids it as much as he can, because he sees no value in it - his parents don't do it, so why should he? A child who sees her parents live out their faith through daily prayer, Bible study, church attendance, tithing, evangelism, etc is more likely to become a disciple of Christ than one who has no parental role model of a Christian believer in her home. What is valued in the home, what is encouraged and discussed in the home is what the home teaches to the child.<br><br>As a Christian educator, I have a mission to carry out. I have the responsibility to teach children academic knowledge, skills, and attitudes that will enable them to become productive, thoughtful members of society. We take the teaching of math, reading , writing, speaking, science, social studies, physical education, computer, art, music, Bible, and other subjects very seriously at GGCA and we want our students to be as successful as they can be. I also have the responsibility to assist parents in the spiritual education of their children. The primary responsibility for the spiritual education of children lies with the parents - the church and the Christian school are there to assist and to complement the home's teaching, not take the place of it. <br><br>I believe that as Christians, we are to do whatever our hands find to do with all of our might. We need to be the best teachers and the best students when we enter the classroom. I believe that loving the Lord my God with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength transfers into my studies, and that I honor and bring glory to God when I go after scholastic excellence with the same fervor that I love the Lord my God. I believe that this same fervency should manifest itself as I practice with my athletic team, as I work for my employer, as I soul-win on the streets of Baltimore. I should not be looking at my flesh and excusing my children because I was never strong or disciplined in a certain area of my life. That's just plain wrong. My limitations, my shortcomings should not be projected upon my children, my students. God can and does do anything He pleases. If he can make stones sing his praises, he can help me learn math. I may not be the next Einstein, but I can work hard and pass the class.<br><br>Okay. I am feeling a little too preachy right now, so I'm going to get of my high horse and go eat some lunch. <br><br>We need to stay involved in our children's lives, even when they say they don't want or need us to be. We all need people who love and care enough about us to disciple us and help us be successful members of God's family.]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[The days before Christmas, I feel like Hansel from the Grimm's fairy tale - everywhere there are cookies and cakes and candies. I am glad that the only ovens around are small microwave ovens and no old ladies with warts are hoping I will taste good with gravy. <br><br>There is a little loaf of pumpkin bread, wrapped in cellophane and tied with a red ribbon resting just below the computer monitor as I write this. It is the traditional Christmas gift from the Hadley family, and I think that I may have to somehow get Hadley citizenship after Jack graduates in order to continue the tradition. Marie Hadley makes incredible pumpkin bread, and I have to restrain myself and ration it to make it last. What is the saying? Nothin' says lovin' like somethin' from the oven. <br><br>I am blessed by the outpouring of love that parents and students express at this time of year. Teaching can be a very thankless job, so any blessings are appreciated. Thank you for the photo Christmas cards, the Starbucks cards, the wishes for a Merry Christmas.<br><br> I John 4:11 ~ Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.]]></description>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2010 01:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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				<title>Whose Faith Follow</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I watched an Israeli movie yesterday afternoon called "For My Father." It was the story of a young Arab man who straps on a bomb and walks into a market in Tel Aviv to blow up himself and kill many Israelis in the process, only the detonator malfunctions. He has the option of having his handlers detonate him by remote control or trying to fix the detonator on his own. He chooses the latter, and ends up having to spend time getting to know the different people he is sacrificing his life to kill. In the process, we also come to discover why he has chosen to become a suicide bomber. What was interesting and moving for me in watching this movie was how this young man, sort of an agnostic Muslim, prayed each time he prepared to blow himself up, and yet lived in such despair all the while believing that somehow his sacrifice would improve the lot of his family. All the people he connected with had such sad lives, and the religious Jews depicted in the film made people's lives miserable (and did not seem so happy themselves).<br><br>I went from that movie to church and heard Pastor Scibelli preach about following the Star, and my heart was so burdened for the Jews and the Muslims of the world who are following the wrong stars. (It is interesting to me that both the Israeli and the flags of many Muslim countries feature stars, and yet they do not recognize the Bright and Morning Star of Christ as God the Son and the Son of God.) I remember being in Israel almost thirty years ago now, and spending time with both Israelis and Arabs living in the country, and their virtual atheism while cloaking themselves in their religions. To them, their religion was an outer identity, a set of rites and rules to adhere to or to flout, a plan of things for men to do to get to heaven (if one believes in heaven) - It was not a source of life.<br><br>I sometimes am afraid that our country has headed in the same direction, where we say that we are a Christian nation and yet live like agnostics and atheists in our daily lives. We reduce Christianity to a recipe to follow to get what we want from God. We have our own rites and rules to practice or ignore, depending on whether or not we are "good Christians." That is not what I want for my own life or for the lives of our children. I don't want them growing up believing they are Christians because they grow up in a "Christian" country and a Christian family, because they go to church and to a Christian school. I don't want our children to be just good, moral people who know how to act like Christians, but don't know Christ. <br><br>I find myself praying over and over that God will reveal himself at this time of year to Jews and Muslims as the Christ, the Son of God, the Wonderful Counselor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, and the Prince of Peace. Perhaps I should be praying that Christians in our country will receive the same revelation, and come to know the living, loving, Savior in a personal way.<br><br>I want our children to follow Christ. Following Christ is sometimes a scary thought for me. Follow Christ? Even if I don't know where he is going? You can only do that when you have a faith that is motivated by love for the Shepherd, by love from the Shepherd. The ones in the Gospels who heard Christ say, "Follow me," must have recognized the love of Christ in those words for them to leave their nets and their other occupations and go after the Lord. <br><br>Lord, may our children know You and trust You and have the faith to follow after You. And may they see the same faith in our own lives and decide to follow Jesus because of who we live and how we love.]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[The first snowfall of the year of any consequence and the nearness of Christmas have set children's hearts aflutter. Concentration was something they did last night during the play when they had to remember lines of dialogue, song lyrics, and where to stand (or crawl) on the stage. It is amazing what a little frozen precipitation floating down from the sky can do to the brains of people attending (and, if I am to be honest, working in) schools. I wonder if there is the same phenomenon in places like Alaska or Siberia where snow is as commonplace as sun and sand in the Sahara. Are Alaskan and Siberian school children driven to distraction by snowflakes?<br><br>I was besieged by sixth, seventh, and eighth graders petitioning me to close the school and send them home, or, barring that, to declare that school be closed tomorrow, no matter what the City and County schools decide to do. The beseeching eyes, the hands clasped in prayerful supplication - I felt like I was back in Southeast Asia where the children are sent out to beg alms from the tourists - all our students needed were some rags to wear...<br><br>Being a Maine boy myself, I have a special affinity for snow. I love to see it, though I hate to shovel it, and there's something about the possibility of a snow day that twitterpates my 49-year-old heart still and makes me feel more like I'm 9-years-old. I wake up early, ostensibly to check the weather so I can responsibly inform the school population as to whether our doors will be opening on-time, late, or not at all - but I am secretly hoping for one of those Chance-card-like pronouncements: "Snow falls on Baltimore. Advance to Go and collect one day off from school."<br><br>Last year's snow days were a bit much; back home in Maine the buses would have strapped on the snow chains and followed the plows to my house to haul me off to school. I suppose the motto here in Baltimore is "Better Safe than Sorry" or maybe "We don't have enough plows or places to put our snow." Whatever the case, too many consecutive snow days gets boring. Knowing the night before that tomorrow will be yet another day off from school helps you know not to set your alarm, but the joy of the unexpected, yet hoped-for day off is absent.<br><br>Maybe we will have a delay or a cancellation tomorrow. These are rare December occurrences in Baltimore, so I am not expecting either one. But I will take whatever God gives and bless him for it! ]]></description>
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				<title>I Laughed, I Cried</title>
				<description><![CDATA[The GGCA Christmas musical was just brilliant. I laughed. I cried. Literally. The menagerie of children being herded in costume across the stage - especially that camel - had me grinning from ear to ear and laughing along with the proud parents of the pride of lions trailing the shepherds toward Bethlehem. The beautiful songs, so sweetly sung, so full of truth, brought tears to my eyes. The Spirit of God was palpably present in the chapel, and those children ushered in such a powerful anointing... The entire service that followed was blessed by what happened in that play. I am still basking in the glow of the simple joy and beauty of the play. Thank you, Lord. ]]></description>
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				<title>Tempus fugit</title>
				<description><![CDATA[Time flies. It has been eleven days since my last posting, and I feel a little guilty for not writing sooner. That almost sounds like a confessional, doesn't it? "Forgive me, Reader, for I have sinned. It has been eleven days since my last blog entry." <br><br>Hmmm... What shall my penance be? <br><br>How about no needhams candies until I get to Maine next week? Nah. There's no penance in that. There are no needhams around here for me to eat anyway. "What are needhams?" you ask. Needhams are kind of like Mounds bars, only better, because they originated in Portland, Maine and they have a secret ingredient near and dear to a true Mainer's heart - mashed potatoes. Yes, mashed potatoes and flaked coconut and dark chocolate - so, so good! There will probably be some homemade needhams in my parents' refrigerator from a lady in the church...<br><br>But I digress. <br><br>Penance. I suppose I could abstain from eating molasses donuts for the next week.That would be almost cruel and unusual punishment, except for the fact that the only place I know to get molasses donuts is at Tony's Donut Shop on Congress Street in Portland, Maine, and I won't be there for at least seven days. I wish I could give each of you one of these circular delicacies, so that you could understand how deprived I am, living here in Baltimore, separated by 500 miles from them. I wonder if Tony's will be open when my plane touches down on the tarmac next Wednesday evening?<br><br>Still I digress.<br><br>Penance. Maybe I should look that word up. Maybe I am going at this the wrong way. I wasn't raised Catholic, so I could be confused.<br><br>Okay. According to the Merriam Webster online dictionary, penance is "an act of self-abasement, mortification, or devotion performed to show sorrow or repentance for sin." Mortification? Let's look that word up too. "Mort" is the root of the words mortician and mortuary and mortality and they all have something to do with death. It sounds like maybe I should be killing myself, and I don't think I am up for that. <br><br>Okay. Mortification: "the subjection and denial of bodily passions and appetites by abstinence or self-inflicted pain or discomfort." Phew! I can go on living, but it sounds like I have the options of abstinence from something I like (which is what I thought penance was before) or self-inflicted pain/discomfort. Ugh!<br><br>So, self-inflicted pain or discomfort. Hmmm. That would be like forcing myself to eat liver or fish or lamb, or wearing those shoes that hurt my feet, right? Why would I want to do that? Mortification is just not for me, I guess. Self-abasement? Putting myself down? I don't think that is biblical, so I will skip that one too. How about an act of devotion? If I understand this idea correctly, it means that I would do something above and beyond the usual things I "do for God" as payment for my sin. <br><br>Wait a second! Me? Paying for my own sin? Isn't that a joke? Nailing myself to the cross to make everything right? BIG problem. I'm a sinner and my righteousness is filthy rags at best, so my greatest devotion and my lowest groveling and harshest self-punishment mean absolutely nothing.<br><br>What does all this mean for my situation? It means I need to receive the grace of God and go on. I confessed my sin and He is faithful and just to forgive my sin because he paid for every one of my sins, past, present, and future. I don't have to give up needhams or donuts, unless I want to be healthier. I put my faith in the Finished Work of Jesus Christ and write my blog entry without guilt for not writing in eleven days. I just sit down and type the words "Tempus fugit" because time flies and there isn't enough time to waste it doing something Christ has already done perfectly, once and for all.<br><br>I am so glad Jesus came from heaven, aren't you? That baby whose birth we celebrate this month has made all the difference in the world.]]></description>
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				<title>He must have loved me an awful lot...</title>
				<description><![CDATA[It's beginning to feel a lot like winter. I just put the storm doors back on my house and got rid of the last autumn leaves that were huddling in nooks and crannies around the yard, up against the fence and the shed, and in between the gas tanks at the rear of my home. I feel remarkably warm now that I am back inside, probably because I am thawing and the blood is rushing back to my extremities. Stacey McCarter was very excited yesterday when she told me that she had seen some snowflakes in White Marsh. She told me that she wanted enough snow to make the family expedition to cut down a Christmas tree picturesque (my word, not hers), but not so much that she could not get to work on Monday. I don't think she is going to get her wish this weekend...<br><br>I am looking forward to Christmas, mostly because I will be traveling to Maine to be with my family. We will be celebrating not only our Savior's birthday, but also my parents' fiftieth wedding anniversary with a delicious dinner at The Good Table restaurant in Cape Elizabeth (you should try it out if you are ever in the Portland, Maine area). Their anniversary is actually December 10th, but we cannot all be there on that day. We children love our mother and father, and we feel fortunate to have parents who have stayed together, through thick and thin, all these years. We have wise elders to whom we can turn for counsel, and a place where we can rest our heads and get a home cooked meal when we are in their vicinity. I try to call them at least once a week, just to hear their voices and tell them I love them, and now with Internet video chat, we can see each other, if we want. They are my favorite people to buy Christmas gifts for, because I know what they like and I feel I owe so much to them.<br><br>Meanwhile at school, the Christmas season has begun with Christmas songs and carols being sung or played on instruments at local nursing homes and, this Sunday, in church. Next weekend the teens head to New York City to sing carols and win souls at Rockefeller Plaza and the Staten Island Ferry. The annual Christmas musical debuts December 15th at 7pm in the chapel, and I do so look forward to that night. <br><br>Everywhere I look, I see my nephew Colby smiling at me as Joseph with his penciled in beard and headdress. Which reminds me that I need to bring my Nativity scene to school to display in the office. I'm a little odd, I know, because my favorite Christmas decoration is not a tree, but my Nativity scene, and my favorite Christmas song is O Holy Night. The fact that Christ came to earth as a helpless baby and was part of a family amazes me with His humility and his commitment to identify with a guy like me. <br><br>I wonder what growing up was like for him? What kind of parents were Mary and Joseph? What was it like being the big brother to his younger siblings? Was it ever hard for him in school? Did he have friends? What was it like for him as a teenager? Someday I suppose I'll know, but just knowing that, even though the Bible doesn't say much about Jesus' life between his birth and his public ministry in his thirties, he lived all those years in between, just like I did, and had to face the same challenges of growing up. He lived thirty years in relative anonymity, even though he was God made flesh, before he revealed himself to the world. Did it feel like forever, waiting all that time? He must have loved me an awful lot to put up with all the things he must have gone through before God told him it was time to step out on the stage of the world and declare the glorious gospel. <br><br>Thank you, Jesus. Thank you for what you did for me, what you are doing for me and in me. Such love brings me to my knees in humble gratitude. Thank you for family, for friends, for our school, our church, and your life that fills it all.]]></description>
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				<title>A Day to be Thankful For</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I know that I should probably write here more, but sometimes I think that I have to have something profound to say before I write. (I can hear you all saying, "Really? So all those postings were supposed to be profound? You could knock me over with a feather!) I think I need to get over this profundity expectation and hope that I just manage not to bore you.<br><br>Today was a sweet day to be the principal of Greater Grace Christian Academy. I had three invitations to visit classrooms and one invitation to an after school meeting with some teachers. <br><br>I spent the ten o'clock hour in Mr. Janssen's biology class viewing the science posters they had made about different biomes and asking the students questions about their research. The students had worked in small groups of two or three to compose their posters to Mr. Janssen's specifications (he has had great experience creating scientific posters and presenting them at science conferences these past few summers for the University of Maryland, Baltimore County, and his work is considered outstanding), and the posters showed varying degrees of creativity and design ability. The students also displayed different levels of confidence in public speaking, especially when posed with questions that asked them to give answers that were not explicit from their research, questions that took them out of their comfort zone. I enjoyed myself very much in the company of these young men and women of science; the did fine work and Mr. Janssen is to be commended for teaching them several valuable skills through this project.<br><br>The eleven o'clock hour was spent in the company of five- and six-year-old pilgrims and native Americans who were celebrating the first Thanksgiving in poetry, song, and colorful costumes they had made. The kindergarten class got a chance to shine for their families and me, especially when they sang their Thanksgiving song, the same song that brought last Friday's chapel crowd to applaud and cheer wildly; they even did an encore at the end of the chapel. Miss Anderson and Miss Diane did a wonderful job preparing the class for their presentation and organizing the yummy feast. We were even able to celebrate Miss Isabella Singh's birthday with pink frosted cupcakes and a chorus of Happy Birthday. I was blessed to spend some time in Miss Anderson's reading chair reading two Thanksgiving stories (one about a family of turkeys - yes, turkeys, celebrating Thanksgiving with a big dinner featuring a main course of... well that would be giving the story's end away). We all posed for a photo at the end of story time and I was almost crushed by all the love.<br><br>The twelve o'clock hour was spent in the company of the third and second grades who were gathered in Mrs. Savonen's classroom for four student-written and performed Thanksgiving plays. There were more pilgrims, but they were far outnumbered by the native Americans in the room. It seems that those costumes were more fun to wear with their feathered headbands, tomahawks, bear tooth necklaces, and other paraphernalia. Mrs. Williams's second grade brought their chairs to the class and was a well-behaved audience. The class had built a makeshift tepee sort of shelter on their "stage" and at one point incorporated live streamed video into one of the plays via the classroom projector. Overall, it was a good experience for the students who learned that it isn't always easy to tell a good story in play form. Mega bonus points for Mrs. Savonen's boldness to make this happen and her great patience in the process. She is welcome to come help with the church Easter play in the spring!<br><br>Finally, at the end of my day, I got to sit down with our three awesome upper elementary school teachers and discuss ways to help our new teacher, Miss Locke, by addressing questions she had about things she wanted to do in her sixth grade class. I was blessed by the wisdom and experience shared by Mrs. Wright and Ms. Beinroth. It was the end of a long day for all of us, but you would not have guessed it by the spirit and vitality in that classroom. God truly used the time to encourage and edify and I left the meeting so impressed by the quality of the teachers in our fourth, fifth, and sixth grade classrooms. They, and all of the other hardworking teachers of GGCA, deserve this short break we have to celebrate the Thanksgiving holiday. I am thankful for each one of them, and I am sure our parents must be too.<br><br>Have a great Turkey Day! I will be baking two varieties of pumpkin pie tomorrow after I don't wake at 5:40 am for work. I hope to see you all in church if you're in town for the holiday.]]></description>
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				<title>Sometimes I Think...</title>
				<description><![CDATA[Sometimes I think that people do not know how good a school GGCA really is. Sometimes I think that people say to themselves, "Well... it's better than my local public school, but it's so small... I mean they only have one classroom per grade, and the building, well... it's really just a strip mall turned into classrooms, right? And the tuition... if it was a really good school, wouldn't they be charging a lot more? I mean, look at the private schools that have libraries and laboratories and teach languages starting in elementary school and have auditoriums for drama and music performances and lots of electives, extra curricular activities, and after school programs. Now, those are are really nice schools, and the students there are getting a quality education." Maybe these are just demonic projections and nobody has ever thought these things but me. But I do get asked quite often by students why GGCA doesn't have things that other schools do, and I do hear indirectly that parents talk about the school as if there are greener pastures elsewhere where they would consider placing their children if they could afford it.<br><br>The other day I was researching Baltimore City Christian schools, and I came across one that charges twenty-five dollars a month for tuition. The school is located in an area where you would not expect to find a private school, and it was being operated by some wonderful folks who view it as a mission and an outreach to the community. I'm sure that the school is not very fancy, that perhaps only the essential, basic subjects are taught, and that some of the teachers are better than others in the estimation of students and their parents, who would probably like them to have something better, if it were possible. But I am also sure that the people running it are doing the very best they can with what they have, as unto the Lord, that students who want to learn are learning, and that this school, if it seeks to glorify God, pleases Him and is beautiful in His eyes. I wanted to go and see this school and to pray for these people and their mission.<br><br>When I came to GGCA thirty-five years ago, it was not called GGCA and it was not a school in Baltimore, but a school in Scarborough, Maine called Southern Maine Christian School. My classroom was a room in an old Catholic home for boys, a room just off the kitchen that had not been designed to be a classroom - just a room with windows, a door, four walls, a ceiling, and a floor. I had the only genuine school-type desk in the room, because nobody else wanted it; everyone else sat at a hodgepodge of tables with mismatched chairs around them. My teacher had a table of his own for a desk, and we had a chalkboard on one wall. A chalkboard, some tables and chairs, and a lot of used textbooks from... somewhere. There was nothing new in that room. What made it a classroom was that there was a teacher and some students who had come together to engage in learning. <br><br>I transferred into this school from one of the very best public schools in Maine, a school with lots of money to spend per pupil, which had just built a state-of-the-art high school with an Olympic-size swimming pool, an enormous gymnasium, and athletic fields that were the envy of the surrounding towns. I was fortunate to live in this affluent bedroom community though my family was not by any stretch of the imagination affluent; we lived on the outskirts of town in a cozy Cape Cod house on a little plot of land, not in one of the grand houses that lined Shore Road with its breathtaking views of the Atlantic.<br><br>I left behind that large, well-funded school I had been attending to join the ranks of students enrolled in a small, makeshift Christian school where I could hear the cooks banging pot and pans as they made lunch while we read The Three Musketeers in language arts class. There was no chorus for me to sing in, no band for me to play in like I had done in my old school. I had no locker to store my books in, no bus to bring me from my front door to the entrance of my school, and there were no after school sports or other activities for me to get involved in. There was no gymnasium for physical education class, no art room, no library, no music room. There was a chapel, because there were church services meeting in the building and we had an honest to goodness drinking fountain. By sight, I had come down in the world. All I had were my classes to take - math, science, language arts, Bible, history, a little outdoor exercise we called gym class, plus sporadic visits from a young woman who played guitar and got us to sing or brought the most basic art projects for us to do in our classroom.<br><br>Despite all the seeming deprivations, I loved this humble school more than the school I had come from. And despite the seeming lack of new books, matching classroom furniture, and other amenities, I learned. Better still, I excelled. I came to love learning and I learned something I had never known in my public school - I learned to love God and began to understand Who he is and what He had done for me and where I stood in relationship to Him. I loved my classes and my teachers. When the church started a new school in Lenox, Massachusetts and my father moved my family there so he could attend Bible college, I was enrolled in this new school, which, though it looked more like a typical school, was still a far cry from the gleaming public school I had once attended. The books were not any newer and the furniture was still second hand, but I continued to learn. When I graduated high school, I went to the local public school and took an SAT exam. I had not studied for it and did not know what the test was, only that colleges expected prospective students to take it; so I did. I did pretty well, nothing to brag about, but my scores were nothing to be ashamed of and I was never turned away from any college I applied to. I did very well in college and felt I had been well-prepared for all my classes. I knew how to think and I knew who I was as a child of God and I had a vision for my life - to become a Christian school teacher, if God allowed.<br><br>School is school. School is a teacher and some students and a bunch of stuff to learn. My first year as a teacher in Baltimore I had a small classroom - a room in a former funeral home with two windows, a walk-in closet, four walls, a ceiling, a floor, a  white board, a monstrosity of a teacher's desk that I loathed because it took up too much space in the room, and twenty-one chairs in two rows for my students - no desks. My students' textbooks were Alpha Omega LifePacs, flimsy booklets filled with black letters on grayish newsprint paper that wore out quickly from everyday use. I had combined classes of juniors and seniors and also freshmen and sophomores that I saw twice per day each for math and history classes. I also taught a drama class in place of study hall. I was a pretty-good bad teacher or a bad pretty-good teacher, which you would understand if you have ever been a first year teacher before. I did my very best, which did not seem like very much, and I made lots of mistakes; I said dumb things, did dumb things, and embarrassed myself with my ignorance and novice traits. Somehow the students survived and thrived and have gone on to become some very successful people that I count today as friends.<br><br>Our school has come a long way since then, a long, long way, but school is still school. Our classrooms are so much nicer now, we have new books and new classroom furniture, new computers, overhead projectors, and a relatively new gymnasium - God has blessed us very much. No, we are not as glitzy and shiny as the private schools charging tuitions in the five figure range, but we are still a school, and a darned good one at that. Our students score very well on Stanford achievement tests, and our graduates attend the finest universities and Bible college in Maryland and do well. <br><br>I sometimes wonder if parents and students think that by placing their child in a real Christian school like ours they are sacrificing better quality academics for better quality spiritual teaching. I sometimes wonder if parents and students think that academics suffer because we take time to have daily Bible class and send students out to do community evangelism. I sometimes wonder if some parents and students equate Christian education with an education that is not rigorous, not meeting the world's standard of excellence, not preparing students for secular colleges and universities, but just graduating good kids with good hearts who are good enough for Bible college or community college, yet missing out on opportunities for scholarships. I really wonder that.<br><br>Let me finish by saying this: I think it's a lie from hell that academic quality is compromised when spiritual quality is important in a school. Can't there be balance? Isn't there a complementary relationship between the two? Wasn't Daniel both brilliant academically and spiritually? And didn't God raise him up into a position of influence and power in the world? Is the choice between being spiritual or well-educated? That is so wrong! It makes me want to curse and spit at the devil and his filthy rotten lies! <br><br>Greater Grace Christian Academy is a great school, an excellent school, both academically and spiritually. It is a school that does the very best it can with the resources it has been given. We strive for excellence in all things to bring glory to God. Is GGCA perfect? Nope, but what school is? Can GGCA improve? You bet your boots it can, and by God's grace it will, if the Lord tarries. So, love your school! Be proud of your school! Pray for your school and its staff, its families, and its finances. <br><br>It is a miracle that this school continues to exist, because the trend across our country is for schools our size to close. I thank God that GGCA is still here, fulfilling its mission to disciple young people, help families educate their children in the Lord, and to provide students with the godly balance of academic and spiritual education that will help them be successful Christians in this world. Thank you for your support. And forgive me for going on and on about myself, but I speak from my experience when I write and say that Christian schooling in our school gave me everything I needed to truly succeed in life. Thanks again, Mom and Dad, for sacrificing to put me in this Christian school.]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[I woke this morning to the pitter-patter of raindrops on the walkway outside my house. I could hear them as I lay in my bed. It was tempting to just close my eyes and listen to that soothing sound, but I pushed the duvet off my body and rose to my feet and wobbled out through the bedroom door in the dim, gray light seeping through the blinds and found my way to the kitchen. As I sipped my orange juice, I looked out the kitchen window and watched the rain splatter on the panes and drizzle down. When he was a little guy, my nephew Austin pointed out the "crydrops" running down the kitchen window to my Grammy Dunbar. I loved that child-coined word - crydrops - and I still do, because it was so expressive. <br><br>I saw teardrops running down the face of man last night in a movie, and I thought to myself about how raindrops, drawn by the force of gravity, trace watery trails down a pane of glass just like teardrops wend their ways down a man's face. The movie was "End of the Spear" and told the story of Nate Saint and the other missionaries who died as martyrs in the Ecuadoran jungle and how the people of the Waodani tribe who killed them came to know Christ. <br><br>There was a very powerful scene at the end of the movie where Nate Saint's son, Steve, travels upriver with one the natives to the place where his father had been martyred at the end of a spear. The native told Steve that his father had not defended himself when attacked, had not shot the natives when his life was taken from him, and then the native told Steve that he had been the man who killed his father. He put a spear in Steve's hands and pressed the spearhead against his chest and told Steve to take his revenge and kill him. <br><br>In momentary rage, Steve considers piercing this man's chest, but then begins to weep as he sees the genuine remorse this man feels at taking Nate Saint's life. He tells the man that nobody took his father's life - that his father gave his life, and both men weep for the sacrifice that was made, not only by the missionaries, but our Savior, Jesus Christ. I wept too - crydrops like the rain running in silvery rivulets down my kitchen window.<br><br>This week in elementary chapel we are going to be talking about "esteeming others better than ourselves." I am thinking of putting on a brief skit entitled, "The Estimator and the Esteemer" to contrast the choice we have to see others as having limited value or seeing others as having inestimable value. The Estimator calculates in relationship to self benefit while the Esteemer ascribes priceless value and seeks to benefit others without counting the cost. The Esteemer is generous with his love, his forgiveness, his kindness, his mercy while the Estimator only gives what he thinks he can get back and withholds from those who cannot repay in kind. At GGCA, we want our children to learn to see others as Christ sees us - as treasures of inestimable value, as ones worth paying the price for. We want our children to be kind and forgiving and generous of spirit. Who knows? Perhaps we have a Nate or Marjorie Saint in our midst...]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[<i>"Gray skies are gonna clear up - Put on a happy face!<br>Wipe off the clouds and cheer up - Put on a happy face!<br>Spread sunshine all over the place, just put on a happy face!"</i><br><br>These are some of the lyrics from a tune from the 1960s era musical Bye Bye Birdie written by Charles Strouse, and I thought I would share them with you on this gray Wednesday afternoon. I had a wonderful experience this morning in upper school chapel. Kathie Groenewold appeared in the room, standing at the bottom of the center aisle, and I spontaneously asked her, "Would you like to sing this morning?" Kathie slowly made her way down the aisle to the stage saying, "Oh, no. Not me. I can't sing. You know how I hate attention!" When asked if she would like a microphone, she declaimed, "Oh, no!" and then held out her hand for one. <br><br>Robert Bridges was on guitar and Jordan Myers was tickling the ivories when we began to sing "Because of Your Love." I let the guys vamp the song for a while as Kathie and I showed the students how to bounce their heads to the rhythm of the song. When I finally started singing, there were plenty of bemused smiles throughout the audience and some outright giggles too. Kathie kept up with the rhythmic movements adding hand and arm gestures along with some swaying and even some hopping around. I enjoyed having someone there to help lead the saints in praise and I managed to sing and not laugh my way through to the end.<br><br>We followed that song with "Here in Your Presence," and I know that more people participated because they had been liberated from their gray sleepiness and self-consciousness by Kathie's Spirit-filled antics. Worship was beautiful and Pastor Bill Alderson's message on making a decision to exercise faith to practice the presence of God was anointed and built on the song service we had just had.<br><br>So, I am thanking God for yet another of His many blessings that I have been able to experience here at GGCA, and I have a happy face - no need for me to put one on today. <br><br>Sometimes I see students with sad faces, and some of them have legitimate reasons to be sad. But some students (and some parents and teachers too) have sad faces and it's only because they choose not to see the blessings God has lavished upon them. They choose to focus on the few less than sunny things in their lives instead of looking up and basking in the light of God's boundless love and amazing grace! They look at what they don't have instead of praising God for all they do have and they are like little dark storm clouds weeping and lamenting when they could be laughing and doing a little dance of joy in the sunshine. I want to slip on a banana peel or do something to make them laugh and forget the gray and gloomy. I think it's healthier and what God has in mind for us - joy unspeakable and full of glory.<br><br><i>"Take off the gloomy mask of tragedy - it's not your style.<br>You'll look so good that you'll be glad that you decided to smile!<br>Pick out a pleasant outlook; stick out that noble chin.<br>Wipe off that "full of doubt look." Slap on a happy grin!<br>Spread sunshine all over the place, just put on a happy face!"</i>]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[I don't know why. Maybe I am becoming bipolar or something like that. Who knows? It's just that last week - even up through Sunday evening - I was feeling rather low, but these past two days I have been almost aggressively cheerful. I have energy and a desire to be out and about amongst the students and cracking wise, as some say. These past two mornings when I've shared at the 7:50 am teacher meetings, I have ended up speaking in an exuberant manner, and surprising even myself with the intensity of the passion behind my words. No, I am not suddenly head-over-heels in love and, no, I am not on some sort of mood-altering medication. The Lord has been waking me up for the past two days with a song in my heart and a buoyancy in my spirit and it is such a 180 degree turn around from where I was last week that I am astonished - pleasantly so.<br><br>Can I say something? I believe that I will. I love GGCA - warts and all. I'm hoping and praying that the Divine Dermatologist is going to come along and take care of those warts, but in the meantime, I am just going to proclaim that GGCA is simply great. I love our kids! I had lunch today with Alex and Kevin Iten and Nicholas and Elizabeth Groenewold and I really, really enjoyed myself and their company. I am so happy that the Itens and the Groenewolds are in our school. Alex reminds me of somebody - I can't figure out just who - but some sort of All-American boy kind of guy and he just makes me happy whenever I see him (unless he's sleeping in math class). Kevin is good-natured and amiable and a well-rounded guy, from what I can tell, and Elizabeth and Nicholas bless me with their friendly, open, honest to goodness kindness and humor. Their parents must be proud of them. I'd go on and talk about some more students - Emmanuel Abraham is such a respectful, little man! - but I have to dash to staff meeting right now.<br><br>Greater Grace Christian Academy - a Real Christian School - and I am darned proud to be part of it!]]></description>
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				<title>Love Wins</title>
				<description><![CDATA[It has been a while since I last posted anything to this blog, mostly due to the School Daze mentioned in my last posting. I came down with what I can only call a very bad cold that knocked me off my feet and put me in bed for an entire weekend ad a day. That day was this past Monday when I woke up in response to my flashing Moonbeam clock alarm, started my morning in the usual manner (my morning Achiphex pill, multivitamin, and a swig of orange juice followed by a check of email and some time reading from the Bible), but when I got up to ready myself for work, I felt compelled to lie down again and rest for a moment. That moment lasted for quite a while. <br><br>I was wakened by a loud banging on my front door. I roused myself from slumber, pulled on a pair of jeans, and stumbled to the door to find my dapperly dressed brother Doug on my doorstep.  know that I must have been a sight - three days growth of beard, major bed head hair, perhaps pillow creases on my face, and the bedraggled, groggy expression I gave him as I squinted in the sunlight. He told me that I had everyone worried since I had not answered my phone or sent word that I would not be in to work that day. He said GGCA had called, he had called, my parents had called... I was more than a little chagrined. He had left work to check up on his delinquent big brother. I assured him that I was alive and he left chuckling saying he would inform everyone that I was not dead. <br><br>I fell back asleep and awoke sometime later to more knocking and this time found Nathan McFarland on my doorstep with a delivery of homemade chicken soup (made by his wife, Laura) and an apple crisp made by Paula Lange. Again, I wondered what I must have looked like, thanked him for the kind gift, and returned to sleep. When I woke again, I called my parents to assure them their eldest had not succumbed to some virulent virus, and my mother said, "Well, if anything good can be said about this, it's that you know how much people love you." I agreed. I found out the next day that Jen Lynch had begun mentally planning my face to face service. I should have asked her what it would have been like...<br><br>Tonight I am at home resting on my couch, still feeling a few linger after effects of whatever virus hit me. I walked the 5k Heart Walk this morning around the Inner Harbor with Rebecca Canino and some friends and though the walk was not tiring, my run-down system told me that even that amount of activity was all it was going to tolerate today. I spent most of the rest of the day laundering clothes and reading an Alexander McCall Smith novel. It has been a good. <br><br>Last night was a great night. Our boys won a decisive championship soccer game on a chilly autumn evening, and it was such a wonderful shutout victory, redeeming the loss we had experienced the year before on a rainy October night. It was great being out with the Body of Christ, cheering on our guys. I got to stand alongside Luke Still's mom and dad and listen to them call out their encouragement to all the players during the first half, the one where Jack Hadley scored that amazing goal from far out which sailed over the goalkeeper's head into the net. It was like watching one of those heat-seeking guided missiles zero in on its designated target. BOOM! Goal! I also enjoyed the company of Lisa Schaller and Sue Williams as they cheered on their sons. For a petite lady, Mrs. Schaller can surely whoop and holler pretty big! It was funny to watch Mrs. Williams gasp and look away whenever her son Matt barreled across the field on defense, ending up somersaulting on the turf and bouncing to his feet with a fresh, bloody scrape, but otherwise unhurt. He always looked about to break his neck, but never did.<br><br>The victory was sweet. It's funny to watch guys celebrate, to be overwhelmed with the joy of a hard fought win. Somehow it liberates them to show emotions that are kept stored away most of the time. I don't know as if I've ever experienced that sort of yell and jump around and tackle your buddies kind of joy before. Maybe it's my native Maine reserve. But I love to see that kind of joy, that love of one's teammates and brothers in arms. Maybe when I get to heaven and have my glorified body that doesn't get nasty viruses, when I see the One who created and laid down his life for me I will whoop it up and dance like David danced before the Lord, so filled with divine love that I have to express it somehow. For now, I will just type and say that, yes, it is so good to know that people love you and to have people to love in return. It's not a explicit part of the curriculum here at GGCA, but it infuses all that we do. Our school is a place where people can find love, just like our church is, and the secret is to just let God love you through the people He has placed in your life, and you will find you have more than enough love to share with others. And that's a rarity in this world.]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[My brain is in a fog.<br><br>I took two non-drowsy formula pain relief cold caplets this morning and now I floating from task to task in haze.<br><br>Everybody is pretty much leaving me alone to do my work in solitary confinement, which is fine with me. I would not want anyone else to get sick.<br><br>I feel like I am awake yet dreaming all of this. It is not altogether unpleasant, but I prefer being healthy and more alert.<br><br>I am the apple of God's eye. I love that verse, because it makes me think of beautiful, ripe McIntosh apples, green and red skinned, waiting to be picked and chomped into, to release their sweet-tart, juicy goodness. I like to think that I am the McIntosh apple of God's eye.<br><br>Okay. I'm cutting this entry short today, because my mind is not a lucid as I would like it to be for writing for public consumption...]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[I am sitting at the GGCA front desk as I write this blog entry, because our faithful Anna Braganza called out sick today and Mr. McFarland is in the classroom teaching apologetics. It will be my voice on the other end of the telephone line if you call, and I will be the voice crackling over the speakers when people call the office to be buzzed into the elementary school or call to tell me that somebody is being referred to the office for disciplinary reasons. <br><br>I get to sit and watch the parade of humanity that flows through the office. There goes Mike Veader, a smile on his face, Mr. Security himself. He does an awesome job watching over all of us. And there goes Scott Dubay, munching on something and flipping me a snack size Hershey's chocolate bar. I have known him since I was a young teenager and he came to visit my family at our rented camp in Maine. He had a true Maine accent, and I remember saying to myself four words I had heard him say - "It huhrts, because it buhrns the wurhm cause it wuhrks," - practicing to sound like an authentic Mainer. That skinny blond kid in the lime green bathing trunks is now the head of the handiest groups of handymen around, and he is one of the prime go-to guys for GGCA.<br><br>Mr. Pinkava is out here scrounging around for a document he has misplaced. No - it is not your homework, if that is what you are wondering, dear student. He is looking for a conference registration form. Mr. Pinkava is not the absentminded professor, but he may be in his dotage someday, doddering around looking for a pair of glasses perched atop his head. <br><br>Miss Gabby just dropped by looking for lunch detention slips. I think that if I were in gym class, I would do my best to be on time and to have all my gym uniform pieces with me, since lunch detention is rather dull. Miss Gabby has a wonderful smile and she is a great teacher and coach.<br><br>Mrs. Lange came out to ask if I would like to be relieved from front desk duty, but I declined her kind offer in favor of remaining and writing this entry. Maybe I should have had her stay for a while, because I sense the call of nature, if you know what I mean. I will remain at my post and try not to think about things like fountains and rivers and such, so that she can finish her lunch and do the work she put off this morning in order to administer the PSAT exam to the junior class.<br><br>This class took the PLAN exam last year as sophomores. The PLAN and PSAT exams are preliminary versions of the ACT and SAT exams required by many colleges. We administer these preliminary exams because we want to expose our students to these kinds of standardized tests before paying and sitting for the "real" exams which may be used to determine whether or not they are admitted to certain colleges and universities. Although I do not believe that every person has to or needs to go to college, we try and prepare every student for that possibility. The fact is, many people need further education to prepare them for whatever God has called them to do. For some, that means another two years in a community college or technical school, or another four to eight years in a Bible college or university. <br><br>Our goal here at GGCA is prepare students to lead successful lives, and we do not determine success the same way the the world does. The world sees gaining the whole world and losing one's soul as a triumph, but we see it as a tragedy. The true profit is not what can be gained in here in time, though those things are certainly nice, but the things that endure for all eternity. Jesus did not appear to lead a very successful life, but his life is the divine definition of success. The world rejected him, but his life made an eternal impact on every human being, past, present, and future. The richest, most famous, and powerful person in the world cannot make that claim. The Christian concept of success flies in the face of everything the world says and does, and it is the only success that satisfies the soul. That is the success we desire to impart to GGCA students, the success rooted in Christ no matter where he calls us to serve. <br><br>Well, Mr. McFarland has returned and I can now go back and work in my office. It was a pleasure talking to you. Drop by again and say hello if you see me sitting at the front desk. Have a successful day. Like Mike Veader, Scott Dubay, Sam Pinkava, Paula Lange, and others I know.]]></description>
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				<title>Getting Back on the Bike</title>
				<description><![CDATA[It is one of the parts of the school day I enjoy the most - the early morning hour before any teachers or students arrive. I have the opportunity to sit quietly at my desk and work without any distractions besides the ones my mind invents. This morning I suddenly remembered that I have been remiss in my birthday card duties, so that will need to be remedied today. It is in the quiet times that little things like this percolate up from the dim recesses of my brain and find the light.<br><br>I had another birthday a week ago. I went to the doctor to continue my physical (it appears to me that it will have three parts altogether since the doctor is constrained to seeing me in fifteen to twenty minute increments of time), and discovered that everything was good except my cholesterol levels which I have to try and make better. I had already planned to purchase a bicycle to ride for exercise, so that will be part of my plan to elevate the good cholesterol (along with taking those fish oil capsules with the Omega 3's in them).<br><br>I have fond memories of riding a bicycle as a younger person. I remember getting a bicycle for Christmas and taking it out into the driveway for my first ride and taking a spill into a snowbank before ever reaching the street. I got up and wheeled it back into the garage and went into the house. I decided the bicycle was not for me or I was not for it, because I had not begun to ride the first time I made the attempt. Fortunately, my father got me back on the bike and coached me, and soon I was riding the short stretch of road between my house and my next door neighbor who had also gotten a bike for Christmas.<br><br>Some of us have a temperament like that: If we do not experience immediate success at something, we determine that the activity is not worth our time or effort; we won't do it unless we are good at it right away. I think that is pride. We are ashamed to fail. It may also be insecurity. We may think that people will think less of us if we appear to be less than perfect, and we cannot stand to think of ourselves as less than perfect, so we do not put ourselves in positions where our inadequacies will be obvious to all.<br><br>It is good for me to recognize that God has declared us all sinners, that we all have come short of the glory of God, that I am no less and no greater than any other human being on the planet. It is also good for me to know that God, in his great love, died for me me while I was yet a sinner, that my sin, my weakness, my imperfection did not stop him from loving me so much that he would willingly lay down his life for me to make a gift of his perfect righteousness if I would only receive it. We all fell off the bicycle before we ever got near the street. It took a loving Father to set us up aright and get us on the right road, to enable us to enjoy the gift he gave us.<br><br>If you are a father reading this, do not underestimate the amazing role you have in your child's life. You can reveal the loving heart of God the Father. Your life can point the way to an intimate, trusting relationship with God for your child.]]></description>
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				<title>Just Dust</title>
				<description><![CDATA[How is it that despite everything I have not done as well as I could have, students still manage to turn out alright in the end? I suppose this is what parents think about their children from time to time. I cannot speak from personal experience about that, but I do know that as an educator, I discover that there have been things that I have been doing for years in the classroom which have not been the best practices of a master teacher; and I realize my shortcomings and areas where I could certainly stand to improve and grow and think, "Lord, how is it that I have managed to survive this long as an educator when there have been so many things I just did not know?" I figure that by the time I retire, I will know almost everything I need to know to be a great teacher, but by then I will no longer be teaching. I wonder if my parents ever thought that about themselves? Have they ever thought, "Now that I have finally figured out how to be an effective parent, my last child is flying the coop" ? It is the grace and the mercy of God and the perfection of His plan that makes everything work out despite my ignorance and inexperience. He is in charge, He is in control, He is the all-knowing, all-powerful, omnipresent One who not only makes up for all I lack, but gives me what little I have to make any sort of impact on another person's life.<br><br>I thank God for being God and for knowing that I am just dust and using me anyway.]]></description>
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				<title>Good and Tired</title>
				<description><![CDATA[It is a little after three o'clock in the afternoon and I am covering the front desk while Mr. McFarland and Mrs. Lynch deal with other details of school and personal life and Mrs. Lange cooks up a spaghetti dinner. I am glad for the opportunity to sit for a while and rest, because I am TIRED! <br><br>The first day of school, no matter how long it is - half-day or full-day - is exhausting. As tired as I was last night when I slid between the sheets of my bed, it was difficult to fall asleep. I rolled over. And over. And over again, as thoughts of various students, families, and details of the first day floated up to the surface of my consciousness despite my best efforts to push them down into the murky depths of my mind so that I could sleep. Somewhere in the night, I dozed off.<br><br>I had an incredibly vivid dream of being in a classroom witnessing a lesson, something very amazing was going on and I was looking forward with great anticipation to what the teacher was about to do - And then the alarm went off. I was dragged away from this marvelous, breakthrough moment by the flashing light of my moonbeam alarm clock. I opened my eyes to see that it was 5:40 a.m. and dark out. It was truly the beginning of another school year.<br><br>The first day of school is a momentous one, even for teachers and principals who have already been back to school for two weeks of preparation and training. Thoughts raced through my mind from the moment I set my feet on the floor to the moment I drove into the parking lot at school: <br><i><br>    What will I wear on the first day? The new shirt I bought this summer? Do I have a tie to go with that shirt? I should have thought of that last night. And where are those shoes I bought for school? <br>    Look at my hair - I knew I should have gone to see my sister-in-law for a haircut! <br>    I hope the traffic isn't as bad as it has been. I need to get in early enough for all the teachers who want to get in early and put the finishing touches on their preparations. <br>    Should I stop and buy the teachers bagels? No, we are all too nervous to eat this morning. <br>    Should I have brought a change of clothes for the spaghetti dinner so that I don't ruin this new shirt with red sauce? Maybe I have my rain jacket at school and I can cover up with that! Nah. That's just stupid. <br>    Oh, Lord my God. Bless this day. Bless every student, every teacher, every family this morning as they make their way to school. Help us all get through this first day...<br></i><br>There were probably some crazier and some more mundane thoughts going through my mind, but these are the ones I recall. All the nervous energy, all the adrenaline flowing through my body all morning long as I wondered how each class was getting along. I ended up making a bunch of photocopies around 10:30 a.m. to help pass the time (and to do something that I needed to get done eventually). The mindless chore of copying page after page, organizing those pages into a packet to be copied, setting the stapler function to attach the pages with one staple in the upper left-hand corner, and then filing the finished packets in the teachers' mailboxes helped take my mind off my concerned hopes for a great time of connections between teachers and students. Still, the mental and emotional energy took their toll this morning, and now I feel tired, like I walked from Baltimore to Bel Air and back again. My legs feel sore, for some reason. Maybe from hauling all that junk out of the high school, up the stairs, and across the parking lot to the dumpster. That did leave me feeling hot and sweaty.<br><br>I am hoping that the spaghetti and fellowship will rejuvenate me tonight. Usually food and edification have that effect upon me. I think I will be sleeping easier tonight. The first day of school will be under my belt for another year, and I will happily hang up my tie for the evening and perhaps read another chapter in my current novel before toddling off to Dreamland. <br><br>God sure is good. That's my simple conclusion to a lot of things in this life. He loves me and He is so, so good.<br><br>]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[I have put this off long enough. The students are now home for the summer and the teachers have completed their last day of school for this year too. All that is left to do is send home report cards and take care of some other administrative details and the 2009-2010 school year will be history. It was a very good year, if I do say so myself. As much as we all look forward to the end of school ("The end of a matter is better than its beginning," says Ecclesiastes 7:8), the end is also bittersweet. Toward the end of school, the students lingered, signing each other's yearbooks, somewhat reluctant to go home. Today, teachers dropped by the school office at the end of the day to say good-bye, and though each has earned a long, well-deserved rest, those of us who remain to work in the school office this summer will miss being with our friends and colleagues on a near daily basis. We do love each other.<br><br>These past two days, we have had the opportunity to spend some time with Pastor Lange, Pastor Scibelli, and Pastor Taggart, all who have ministered beautifully to our souls. One thing that Pastor Taggart said this morning stays with me, and I would like to share it with all of you, because it reflects my heart as well. What he said, as best as I can recollect is that what makes our Christian school great is not the curriculum or its facilities, but the quality of the lives of the staff and the teachers. He said that the life of Christ is available to each student every day in the lives of each adult in our school, and that he wants his daughter to be more like her teachers when she grows up.<br><br>That is profound. Luke 6:40 says that everyone who is fully trained will be like his teacher. When you consider that, as a parent, you are responsible for the education of your child, the person to whom you entrust your child for his or her academic education is crucial, since your child will tend to become like his or her teachers.<br><br>I am in awe of our teachers. I sometimes wonder if people have an inkling of the quality of the lives of our teachers at GGCA. I have the privilege of being around these humble giants and catching glimpses of their greatness, hearing from their hearts. It blows me away. I am astonished. I feel like Isaiah when he saw the Lord high and lifted up and said. "Woe is me!" or like Moses when he saw the Lord in the burning bush and realized he was standing on holy ground. I feel humbled by the Christ I see and hear in their lives. Yes, we are all feeble sinners working here at GGCA and prone weakness and failure in our humanity, but these jars of clay are filled with rich, spiritual treasures that are lavished on students without reservation. <br><br>And they consider this life where they are called to die daily, to decrease, to be spent and to be poured out to the last drop their reasonable service. Pastor Scibelli said that teaching is one of the most demanding callings he knew and that it made pioneering on the African mission field easy by comparison. I have never been to Africa, let alone pioneered there as a missionary, but I believe him. Teaching is hard. It takes so much out of you. It is fun most of the time, but it requires that you give your all to it in order to get the job done well. Think about how you care so much about your children, sometimes losing sleep over something going on in their lives, and then consider the teacher who cares about each and every one of his or her students, sometimes losing sleep over them too; and there's a lot of them to lose sleep over. Pastor Scibelli said that the summer was our preparation for the next school year, not a vacation, and I agree. Great teachers receive from God all summer long and come back with fresh vision and purpose each fall.<br><br>I think that we need to have a Teacher Appreciation Day next year, sometime in the doldrums of the third quarter of school, where we on purpose recognize our teachers for their service to us all. Let's pick and day and bless their socks off! Thank God for godly teachers! ]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[The End Is Near.<br><br>I remember seeing cartoons of a man with long hair and a beard, dressed in a monk's habit with a rope belt and sandals, holding a stick with a sign on it that said just that - The End Is Near or Repent! The End Is Near. I am sitting in my office on this Saturday morning after the MBC&S graduation breakfast as I type these words, and I am clean-shaven, my hair is still short from last week's trip to my sister-in-law's hair salon, and I am wearing new black shoes, a white oxford shirt, and the paints from the black suit I bought last night - my first black suit in all my 48 years on this earth and my first suit in about ten years. I don't fit the image of the scruffy, sign toting hermit, but I am here to proclaim that the End is near. After this Memorial Day weekend, there will be seven more days with the students here at GGCA, and two of those will be half-days. <br><br>Between now and the End there will be the high school graduation where thirteen of GGCA's finest will cross the platform to receive their diplomas and head out to face post-compulsory education life. We will miss them. We will also be saying good-bye to Beverly Tjomsland, albeit temporarily (we think), as she takes a one-year sabbatical from GGCA to live and teach at our sister school in Budapest, Hungary, Greater Grace International School. <br><br>But even as the End also marks the beginning of the New, as we are told by the book of Revelation, we will be saying hello to Mrs. Leah Vanderwalker who will be filling Mrs. Tjomsland's shoes next year, and we are looking forward to getting to know her as a teacher, colleague, and sister in Christ. We have been welcoming the Class of 2023 these past few weeks, getting to know the new faces that will be gracing our kindergarten classroom. If we could tap these little ones as an alternative energy source, we could cancel our BGE service and save thousands of dollars a month. Such eager young minds and open hearts!<br><br>I was writing to my friends in the fifth grade class at GGIS, telling them that summer vacation is like pushing yourself back from the table after a big, delicious meal and taking time to digest what you have taken in. Have you seen the old Far Side cartoon with the student raising his hand and asking the teacher, "May I be excused? My brain is full." That's what we have all felt as students at the end of the year, isn't it? We need time away from our studies to let all we have learned settle, so that we can return to the table for a little dessert. I told the GGIS fifth graders that dessert is the summer reading they do, because the just-right books are very sweet and easy to swallow. As I have mentioned in a recent blog entry, GGCA will be having a summer reading program this year, details of which will be sent home with report cards in June. We want to do this, because the research shows that students who do not read over the summer can backslide - lose educational momentum - and put themselves three months behind where they were at the end of the school year. We don't want that to happen, so there will be a required summer reading program where students get to choose from many books to read.<br><br>So, the End is near. Jesus could be back for us at any moment, and we want to be found redeeming the time, living like there's no tomorrow and planning like we've got miles to go before we sleep, to quote the poet, Robert Frost. Eternity is just around the corner! I can hardly wait.<br><br>]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[So, what's new? If Solomon is to be believed, nothing, nothing at all. But what have I been doing?<br><br>Well, I have been working on the rocks in my jar lately. Are you mystified by this statement? If you read one of my older blogs, this will make better sense. <br><br>I attended a two-day conference on curriculum mapping to learn how to get started committing our K through 12 curriculum to an online document that will enable us to see any gaps and redundancies in our present curriculum. I think we have even found the web-based program we will use to do this, and I plan to send someone to a conference this summer to learn how to use it. That may not mean much to you, but it gives me a few tingles of excitement.<br><br>It feels good to accomplish something, doesn't it? I am a linear kind of guy, meaning that I like to know what has to be done and go down the list and check off items as they are completed. I like to put together Ikea furniture, if that gives you a better idea of what I am trying to say.<br><br>Another rock in the jar is literacy. I am putting together the summer reading program with the input of the marvelous GGCA teaching staff, and I have tentative reading lists for grades 3-6 and 7-12 in the making. In addition to this, we have adopted the Superkids reading program for kindergarten and hope to extend it through grades 1 and 2 in the following years. The Superkids even have awesome action figures of the characters to play with! <br><br>This summer, Mrs. Lange and five elementary teachers will be traveling to Wrentham, Massachusetts with me to attend a Choice Literacy conference where we hope to learn about teaching literacy skills and how to provide leadership for the literacy efforts in GGCA. I attended a Choice Literacy conference in beautiful Rockland, Maine last October and was impressed by the quality of their materials and pedagogy, and I hope we all catch a renewed vision for literacy teaching and learning in our school. <br><br>As I may have mentioned in a previous posting, the ability to read well drives so much in schools in every subject. When research shows that 40% of errors on tests can be traced to reading errors (this includes math tests), I am very convicted to spread the small "g" gospel of literacy to every teacher on staff. Every teacher can support the effort! Academic vocabulary is essential to science, math, history, music, art - you name it. Writing is part of most every subject and who doesn't need to use listening, thinking, and speaking skills every day of their lives?<br><br>(Okay, Dan. Calm down. You've made your point well enough.)<br><br>So, the May sun is shining again, the seniors are finishing off their next-to-last day of classes, and kindergarteners are lining up to take their places. Time marches inexorably onward. We plan the next school year even as we finish the present one. We say good-bye to beloved seniors who look forward to disposing of their monogrammed shirts and sweaters and say hello to eager, adorable little men and women who cannot wait to put on a uniform and sit at a desk in Miss Anderson's classroom. Looking at the fit of school uniforms, you can see that students have been growing this year. How many birthday cards have I written and sent? No, there is nothing new under the sun, but thank God the sun is shining again after all these recent days of rainy grayness.<br><br>Check off another day on the list. One day closer to Glory.]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[I never thought about teaching so much when I was starting out as a teacher. I just did it, or I thought I did. There were times when I thought I was a good teacher doing the right things the right way, but other times I felt I a pretty crummy teacher, because nothing seemed to be going right for me. My first year of teaching was filled with self-condemnation. <br><br>At the end of a long day, I would pour out my woes to the English teacher and she would speak light into my darkness and give me hope that tomorrow things would get better. She did not let me quit. She pointed out my mistakes, but she pointed out my successes too. Day after day, I came to school as the high school math and history teacher and did my best, which wasn't much, but was better than nothing, and I probably failed more than I succeeded. I know her words of encouragement kept me going. <br><br>I think the fact that I had moved all the way to Baltimore, Maryland from Portland, Maine also played into my "try, try again" efforts. I had spent years of my life preparing to teach and had moved so far to take the job, that my pride would not let me quit even if I wanted to on some days. I felt like Job when he said, "If only I knew where to find Him" (Job 23:3) because, like Job, I looked north, south, east, and west and wondered where God was now that He had brought me to this place. Had he abandoned me? No. As Job 23:10 says, "But He knows the way that I take; when He has tested me, I will come forth as gold." God was allowing me and my faith to be tested. <br><br>It was not pleasant to feel like a failure. My experiences in school had for years been ones of success as a student, but now, here I was on the side of the classroom as a teacher and not doing very well. That was hard, but it had to happen in order for me to learn. I had to persevere and believe that it would all be worthwhile, that I would come forth as gold if I could stay in the furnace and have my dross burned out. It was a lot of hard work, learning the curriculum, learning the school and the students, and learning about my shortcomings and God's gracious provisions. It is still a wonder to me that I am the principal of this school. I am thinking about teaching more now than ever, and I think to myself, "If only I had known this back then..." <br><br>Part of the learning process is failure. I hate to fail. It just bugs me. But if I don't risk failing, I won't learn, because I won't even try, or I won't persevere in the face of failure. If I never tried and never failed, I would never get to know the grace and mercy, the love and forgiveness of God, and that would mean I would fail to know His true nature and character, and that would be the biggest failure of all. So, in the end, I think we must accept that failure is part of learning or we will fail to learn. I hope that makes sense. And failure is not the place where we stop and take on an identity. We persevere by grace and watch God produce treasure in our lives.]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[Pastor Lange likes to use the analogy of a jar, some rocks, some sand, and some water to illustrate how to prioritize. If someone wants all of the elements to fit into the jar, the rocks must go in first - the sand and water will fill the remainder of the space. The task is to identify the rocks - the big things that must be done - and make sure they are given priority over the smaller details which will manage to find their place in the grand scheme of things.<br><br>I was reminded of this analogy a couple of days ago and it challenged me to think about what are the rocks in the GGCA school improvement plan. I have identified two big rocks that I hope to focus upon in the coming years: literacy and guaranteed, viable curriculum. <br><br>Literacy is not just the ability to read, write, and speak, but the ability to listen, think, and discern. This world needs Christian believers who can communicate, who are understanding, knowledgeable, and compassionate, and who can stand for Truth. The world system is trying to make people alliterate - all knowledge and skill without understanding, application, or discernment - so they become non-thinking consumers of worldly culture and information. Alliterates know how to read, but do not, or, if they do, are undiscerning and cannot tell the Truth from the Enemy's lies. Christians should be literate, and our school will work toward that end in the coming years, not teaching just the how-to's but the why-to's, when-to's, what-to's, who-to's, and where-to's of literacy so that they will be discerning believers and expositors of the Truth.<br><br>Guaranteed, viable curriculum is the second rock in GGCA's jar. Our school needs to work at honing its curriculum to be as sharp as possible so that our students are gaining not only knowledge, but understanding about the God who is the source of all the knowledge, wisdom, and understanding that we get in subjects like mathematics, science, history, literature, and Bible. We want every subject to have focus, depth, and purpose in the curriculum and to serve a vital part in the development of our students into young adult believers who are ready, not only for wherever God is leading them in this life, but also for the moment He calls them to step into Eternity. This is a pretty big rock to put int our jar, but we have The Rock to help us, praise God!<br><br>At GGCA, we never want to settle back on our lees (Zephaniah 1:12) and think that we have "arrived" and there is nothing we could be working on to improve the quality of the education we deliver. We are always thinking of ways to better serve our students and their families, and I wanted you to know two big rocks that we, by God's grace, are (and will continue to be) going after to make GGCA an even better school. Keep us in your prayers, and thanks for your support.]]></description>
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				<title>Dare to raise a Daniel!</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I returned Wednesday evening from the International Reading Association conference in Chicago, Illinois. I flew to Chicago last Saturday afternoon and arrived on a very cloudy day - the tops of the skyscrapers were hidden in gray, fuzzy clouds, the kind you see in creepy movies on dark and stormy nights. The next morning I began an eight hour session on Fostering Engagement Through New and Traditional Literacies. The next three days were filled with workshop sessions about reading and books and books and reading. I enjoyed learning new things and meeting some interesting people, but it was not so much fun being away from everyone and having connection only by phone conversation once a day. Still, I did manage to meet some believers at the convention.<br><br>One gentlemen was an older fellow that I had seen around dressed in yellow from head to toe. I thought he was some eccentric teacher, but ti turned out that he was the author, Mike Thaler, who has been writing books for children these part fifty years. He got up in a session to read a book he had written and told us that he was 73 years old and had become a Christian at the age of 60. He declared that it was the best decision he had made in his entire life, to get to know the Creator of all creativity in a personal way. Some audience members walked out when he said this and another guy told him afterward that he would not shake his hand because of what he had said. That made me angry and also sad. The believers in the audience applauded his bold testimony, and we all enjoyed his book The Preacher from the Back Pew. (I bought all of his Back Pew series of books online for our school when I came home.) The message in his book was humorous and God-honoring. Hallelujah!<br><br>The other believer I met was Steven Layne, the author of a book I had just finished called Igniting a Passion for Reading. In the forward to his book, he gave thanks to God, so I went up to him and told him that I liked his book and that I was the principal of a Christian school. His face lit up even more than it was, and told me that his wife is the principal of a Christian school and that he teachers at a Christian university. I told him I had hoped I wasn't wrong to think he was a believer, and he said, "Well, if you can't tell from the forward and from what I wrote in that book..." I bought another copy of his book and had him autograph it. I also saw him the next day and bought a copy of a young adult novel he had written and had him sign it. He told me, "You will get more out of this than the average reader," implying that Christian themes appear in the book. It is the novel I will be reading this weekend.<br><br>One of the things Steven Layne advocates in his book is summer reading. I have been thinking about having a summer reading program for a while now and this is the year that we will be doing it at GGCA. I will be asking the students to read three books of their choosing from a list of approved books over the summer. There will be a homework assignment at the end of the summer for students to complete based on their summer reading. It will be fun!<br><br>Back to the main theme... I was so happy to encounter Christian authors who wrote books that were published by non-Christian publishing houses. It reminded me of Joseph and Esther and Daniel, all who were believers who God raised up to positions of prominence in Egypt, Persia, and Babylon. There must be believers in many places of influence, I thought we ought to be praying for them to be raised up and used by God to make a difference in our communities, our nation, and our world. We know there are plenty of folks who do not fear God in positions of power and influence in our world - let's pray for God to raise up men and women to be salt and light in the halls of political power and in the places culture is cranked out - all the various media - and in the towers of academia where minds are being filled with philosophies. We need Spirit-filled leaders in all walks of life, so pray that God raises up some our students to be men and women of godly influence!<br><br>And help us ignite a passion for reading in our young people. Readers know more and go further... Dare to raise a Daniel, a Joseph, an Esther!]]></description>
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				<title>Supercalifragilisticexpealadocious</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I chose this particular word to be the title of this entry, because the song of the same name says, "If you say it loud enough you'll always sound precocious." Precocious comes from a Latin word that means "to ripen early," which is why it is used to describe a child who exhibits maturity in some area at a young age. <br><br>I have met some precocious boys and girls this week in my office. These whippersnappers sat in the chair beside my desk and answered my interview questions like miniature adults on a television talk show with squirmy sitting behaviors. Some literally slid out of the chair onto the floor in mid-sentence, never missing a beat. Others wandered throughout the room taking in every detail of my office, sometimes noticing things that I had forgotten were there, like the postcard showing the flower painted by an elephant in Thailand. Some competed with younger siblings to be the center of attention. One appeared to have practiced her poise and behavior and told me that she was a very good girl. Moms and dads have grinned their way through these getting-to-know-you sessions, reminding their sons and daughters to sit on their bums and to speak up or to get back in the chair and to tell me something that might present them in a more favorable light. <br><br>All these young souls have shone with a light that I can only describe as precocious. They had already been screened for their knowledge of numbers and letters and colors and such; they were there in my office so that I could see each one and get an idea of the class they would be part of for the next school year., the group dynamic. My impression? This will be a dynamic group. A supercalifragilisticexpealadocious group! <br><br>God puts classes together. In Psalm 68:6, David says that God sets the solitary in families, and this is why I believe that he takes all the individuals from many families and creates a school family, a class family, knitting the lives of these students together to go through a year or more of school as brothers and sisters. Some of this year's graduates have been together since the beginning. It is amazing the bonds that have developed among them. God has been faithful to bring them thus far. Who knows what future benefit these relationships will yield?<br><br>God bless the Class of 2025! <br>(I think I got that right.)]]></description>
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				<title>God's thoughts save the day</title>
				<description><![CDATA[Boy, oh boy. Some days it doesn't take much to knock the wind right out of my sails.<br><br>I woke up this morning with the hymn "Heaven Came Down (and Glory Filled My Soul)" playing in my head. Where that tune came from, heaven only knows (yeah, probably it was heaven sent). I came to school with that song in my heart and actually sang a verse and a chorus with some of the teachers in our morning meeting. What a way to start the day! Everything was going just swell until I got some news that saddened me about a couple of students, and all the glory that had filled my soul since the morning flew right out the window. After lunch, I was not much good at the church staff meeting, because the news had my head spinning.<br><br>As I walked up the sidewalk back to my office around 2 o'clock, I tried to recapture the joy that song had given me in the morning. I prayed one of those "Help me, Jesus!" prayers since there was really nobody else to dump my burden on, and what came to me was this thought: <br><br>    <i>"You learned that song when you were just a little kid, because your folks brought you to church and Sunday school. You haven't sung that song for decades, but you still had it inside of you somewhere, and God brought it back to mind. Don't worry about those kids. The investment made in them will not return void."</i><br><br>    * If you are a teacher reading this, don't get weary in well doing. Your life is making an eternal impact.<br>    * If you are a parent reading this, keep your child "under the spout where the glory pours out" - in church, in Sunday school, in Youth group, in Christian school, in Vacation Bible school, in Christian youth camp - wherever your child will be ministered to by the Word and the amazing, unconditional love of God.<br>    * If you are a student reading this, please believe me - you will never regret getting to know God, his love, and his Word in deep and personal way. Get to know God while you are young, and don't make Him an abstract and impersonal part of your life - He's as necessary as the air we breathe, the water we drink, and the food we eat. Don't try to live without Him.<br><br>Having said that, I think I am better now. <br><br>(Thanks, Mom and Dad, for all you did to help me get to know God. Nothing else you've done shows me how much you love me than the sacrifices you made to introduce me to my Creator and Savior.)]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[I won't have time to finish this posting before I have to shower and leave for church, but I thought I may as well start writing since it has been over a week now since my last posting. I have thought about writing, but though I have had much to write about, there was nothing of great importance. I do not know what people expect from me when they sit down to read my blog. Are they looking for something profoundly spiritual? Educational wisdom? Personal ruminations? I don't know, so this will likely be one of those entries that starts off in one direction, meanders here and there, and finally ends up with something meaningful by the end - at least I hope it will end up that way so you don't feel as though you have wasted your time. I do tend to write a lot...<br><br>I just finished mowing my little patch of lawn. The sun came out today and dried the grass, so there was no excuse not to do it but sheer laziness, and I couldn't live with the moniker "Lazy Dan" hanging in big, invisible letters over my head. I changed into jeans, shucked off my black dress socks, and slipped my feet into my old New Balance sneaks that I use for yard work. These grass stained beauties spent the entire winter outside on my top step, sometimes buried in snow, and they sure felt comfy today, as thought the long winter had seasoned them for the arrival of my feet. I put in my earbuds, cranked up some tunes on my iPod (I really liked Matt Redman's "This is How We Know" because it spoke so much of God's great love), and hauled the mower out of the shed and went to work. I pushed the mower up and down the lawn, thinking about the flat rabbit I had found waiting for me in the grass yesterday afternoon. Yes, I said a flat rabbit. A flat, dead rabbit. How it got there in its furry, pancaked condition mystified me. I had to dispose of little Peter Cottontail before nature's recycling team made a stinky mess of him, so I did, and today I ran the mower over the site of his demise. Now there is no sign of him ever existing.<br><br>This morning started off rather cool and dreary when I left the house. I never would have thought I would be mowing the lawn this afternoon when I got into my trusty Sentra at 6:30 a.m. and drove off to school. But then, how many of us know exactly what is going to happen in the course of a day when we walk out the door? My day was filled with a variety of activities, and God was faithful to His Word for the day - "The horse is made ready for the day of battle, but victory rests with the Lord (Proverbs 21:31). The Message translation says, "Do your best, prepare for the worst, then trust God for the victory." I think that happened today. At school, you do your best to plan, sometimes the worst does happen (though most of the time it doesn't), and you wait on God to do His thing as the day unfolds. He is faithful.<br><br>One of the highlights of my day today was chapel service. We sang "Here in Your Presence" and we were right there in the presence of God. The day just flowed from there. The sun came out and made the day as beautiful without as it was within. I had a blast teaching sophomore speech class, dealing with second grade post-recess drama, doing the routine administrative tasks, and enjoying the people I am privileged to work with and serve. Somehow, the day flew by and I wasn't dying to run out the door at 3 p.m. to escape and relax. The day itself was relaxing. It wasn't work, if you know what I mean, even though it was work. Maybe that's why I had a capacity to mow the lawn when I got home.<br><br> Anyway... today has been a great day. Yeah. A great day. An edifying day. A lot to smile about day. Simple, right? Nothing profound or deep about that. Sorry if that's what you were expecting something more meaningful. I am just... happy! I hope you are happy too as you read this. I usually take no joy in mowing the lawn (it makes me sneeze and sweat), but today there was joy even in that chore. Joy. Truly, the joy of the Lord is strength. I almost don't want to go to sleep, but I will. Did I find joy or did joy find me? ]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[Surprise! Surprise! I have been reading again. This time the publication that caught my attention was an article about why boys are having more difficulty in school these days. It used to be that all the gender related education articles were about girls lagging behind in math and science and how to help girls achieve educational equity in schools. Well, the pendulum has swung in the opposite direction, and now the boys are the ones people are worrying about in school. Girls are doing very well in school, with higher G.P.A.'s in high school, higher standardized test scores, and more high school diplomas and college degrees than boys. The reason why? The article I read said that our world has become a much more verbal place to live in, meaning that reading and writing skills are far more important in today's world than they used to be, and boys have a harder time mastering literacy skills.<br><br>This is another reason why I am glad that we are trying to improve the teaching of literacy skills, like reading, writing, and oral communication at GGCA. This is why I encourage guys to read and write and to take advantage of the opportunities they have in school to master those skills. It is why I encourage teachers to learn more about teaching reading and writing. It is why I want parents to encourage reading and writing and to model it in their homes. A guy needs to see his dad reading. The same holds true for moms and girls. If all mom and dad do is stare at television, video games, or the computer when they get home, their children are going to learn that literacy skills have no place outside of school, and that is going to hurt them when they want a good job when they grow up. We need to teach by example.<br><br>One research project said that fifth grade students who struggle with reading read about 60,000 words per year compared to average fifth graders who read 800,000 words per year. That is a huge difference! How do children become good readers? How do any of us become good at any skill? Practice. Coaching and practice. Parents, teachers, friends, siblings - we all can be coaches, encouragers, people who sit and read with children and help them learn how to pronounce words, notice punctuation, develop fluency, learn word meanings, and understand what they are reading. Taking time to read with a child is an act of love and a valuable investment in a child's future. Boys especially need someone they love and respect to make time for them and coach them to develop their reading skills. Writing skills flow out of reading skills, so working on the one skill yields multiple benefits.<br><br>I will be attending the annual conference of the International Reading Association in Chicago at the end of this month, and I hope to learn more about how to improve literacy education in our school. Pray for me as I try to lead in this initiative. I truly desire what is best for our children and to offer our families the best quality education possible. Pray for our teachers too, because it may require some adjustment on their part as we proceed with any new curriculum and teaching initiatives. I am not looking for trendy, faddish ideas that we will look back upon years from now in regret. No, I am looking for curriculum and pedagogy based upon sound principles and best practices that benefit us all.<br><br>I believe that God calls us to excellence and to do whatever He has called us to do with all our might. I am not content to sit in my office and "mind the store," so to speak. I feel it is my responsibility to look at what we do here in school and discover if we can do it better, to make it easier for our children develop in grace and become all that God has made them to be. If I can find a way to engage boys more in learning, I will be one happy principal. Let's keep all of our students - girls as well as boys - lifted up in daily prayer, so that they will make an impact on our world both now in in the years to come.]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[So, here we are in Baltimore working on the annual Easter play. How many years have I done this now? I don't know. I can hardly remember some of the plays at all, only certain moments in them. People talk about their favorite versions of the Easter play; the 9/11 play and the play set in Hell come up a lot.  <br><br>I liked the 9/11 play for many reasons. It was the first play that I pretty much wrote on my own and some of the characters in it were based on real people from my life. It also had some great performers who sang in it - Josh Sliva and Ruut Sallinen to name two. The play also featured my good friend Ben Tanguay as the young man trapped in one of the Twin Towers who called his friends and loved ones and shared the gospel and his love during his last minutes on earth. This play was the first time I played Jesus, and my favorite scene in the play was when the audience sees Ben's character, Dave Jensen, meeting Jesus in heaven while his sister, played by Ruut, sings a beautiful song called "Somewhere Beyond the Moon." The stage was lit in blue light and stars and clouds of dry ice swirled around the hems of our heavenly white gowns as we strolled into heaven; there was a beautiful full moon projected by a light on the wall behind Ruut, and Ben and I were just beyond it, like the song said. The meeting in heaven between our characters, Dave and Jesus, was so genuine; we were always happy to see each other, smile, and embrace before heading off to deeper heaven at the end of the song.<br><br>As much as I liked the 9/11 play, my favorite one still has to be the angels play which featured Dave Ryan, Susanna Tanguay, Jean-Marie Andrulonis, Dr. Wanda Clemmons, and Ruut Sallinen. Dave's portrayal of the unsaved boyfriend whose proposal is rejected by his Christian girlfriend, sticks in my mind, as do the portrayals by Dr. Wanda Clemmons and Jean-Marie Andrulonis of two angels named Shirley Goodness (the no-nonsense one) and Marcy (the kindly sort of ditsy one). Ruut's 30's era silver costume made her evil temptress all the more villainous, and the surprise twist of Dave's character not actually ending up in hell, but getting saved, made the story very sweet to me. I still get a chill every time Susanna sings Watermark's song "Holy," because it was the climactic heaven scene at the end of the play, and I remember walking down the aisle from the back of the chapel as Jesus and onto the stage followed by a legion of angels as she sang. It was the reverse of what we had done the year before when Aeriel Edler, singing "Alpha and Omega," led a band of white robed believers onto the stage where I, as Jesus, stood waiting for the spotless Bride of Christ. That was a magnificent ending too.<br><br>It seems as though every year people say that the present Easter play is "the best one yet." I think that it seems that way because God always inspires us to produce the exact play needed for "such a time as this," as the book of Esther says. He gives the idea, he sends the right actors for each role, and he knits our hearts together with His own to express what he wants said to both the unsaved and the Body of Christ.<br><br>What does this have to do with school or education? Ummmm... give me a sec here... Oh! Yeah! I think the application is that no two years are the same, whether you are producing an Easter play or teaching school. What works one year will not necessarily work the next. What works one day will not necessarily work the next! I think that a teacher needs to be attuned to the Spirit of God for each new group of students and adjust his teaching according to the needs he discerns in the class. In fact, a teacher has to be so sensitive that she adjusts by grace each day to what the still small voice of God whispers about the students. <br><br>Sometimes the lesson plan has to be set aside to deal with the situation that has presented itself in the classroom. Some days, the lesson is not the one you have planned, but the one God has planned, and you've got to be ready to turn on a dime when you sense the Spirit's prodding to go in another direction. I am not saying that every other day a teacher should be whipping out the Bible and having a prayer meeting instead of math class. No. What I am saying is that we need to be sensitive to the needs of students and pick up on the cues they give us as to their states of mind, so that we can address whatever is preventing them from learning math. Sometimes you walk into the classroom and everyone is sad or angry or anxious. The teacher needs to recognize this and get something from God to help deal with this spirit, because nobody is going to benefit from the wonderful math lesson you have prepared if their minds are all preoccupied with something negative that happened at lunch.<br><br>Maybe this makes no sense. Blame it on my sleep deprivation from working on the Easter play, which is the best one yet - for this year, anyway. Antonio Delgado is a great Jesus and David Laflamme makes you believe he is Simon Peter. I hope you have seen or will get to see these men and the play this year called "Because He Lives."]]></description>
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				<title>The Lord's Students</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I like thinking about Jesus as a teacher. Perhaps a pastor likes to think about Jesus as a preacher, but since I am a teacher, I like to think about him in teaching terms. Why? Because it gives me hope, especially when I get down on myself as a teacher, when I think of myself as being ineffective. Jesus was perfect in all that he did, but it seemed like he didn't get perfect results. Phew! If the perfect teacher didn't get perfect results, why would I expect to do any better when I am an imperfect human being? My goodness! If the Son of God - God Almighty clothed in human flesh - could not reach all of his students despite living among them for three straight years, is it realistic for me to expect to reach all my students when I see them for only 6 hours a day for 180 days, at best? I may give my very best effort and not succeed. This is not an excuse to give up or, God forbid, not even try to reach every student. No! Ephesians 6:13 says, "having done all," and as Spirit-filled teachers with hearts quickened by love and grace, we do all we can to reach each student God places in our classrooms.<br><br>But look at Jesus' students. What a motley crew! He did not have the cream of the crop for his class, the Advanced Placement/Honors students coveted by most teachers. And it amazes me to think that of all the students he could have chosen, he picked the ones he did! It seems to me that he chose a group of students that most teachers would not have voluntarily asked to fill their classrooms. Most of them were either uneducated or, at best, not well-educated. Some were not the straightest of arrows, like the tax collector-turned student, and one student, a fisherman, tried to disqualify himself from the class because he was such a sinful man. It seems as though the one promising student in the class was a respectable guy named Judas Iscariot, and he turned out to be the rottenest apple in the barrel.<br><br>I was thinking this evening about Peter, James, and John. Perhaps it is because I have been working on the church Easter play that this thought came to mind about these guys, because I had never had this thought before in connection with students and teachers. Peter, James, and John are portrayed this year by two young men who are my former students and one young man who is a former camper that I had in my cabin for a couple of years at Camp Life. They are all awesome, godly guys, but, for some reason, when I started thinking abut Jesus as a teacher, I saw these biblical characters in a new light because of our past history and their performances in the play. <br><br>Peter, James, and John are often referred to as Jesus' inner circle. He chose them to go with him when he raised a dead girl back to life, when he climbed up the Mount of Transfiguration, and when he went to pray in the Garden of Gethsemane. Some people like to think of them as Jesus' closest friends among the twelve disciples, but tonight in the context of the teacher-student relationship, I am thinking of these three in this light: Peter, James, and John were the students Jesus couldn't leave on their own out of his sight. <br><br>Every teacher has a student or two that needs some extra attention. Often, these students have their desks located in special places, sometimes right beside the teacher's desk. On field trips, the teacher will often assign these students to his or her own group to supervise. These students need to be near the teacher in order to have a successful day in school. <br><br>Peter was often impulsive, speaking out when he ought to have been quiet, making rash promises he could not keep, even lopping off a guy's ear with a sword in the Garden of Gethsemane the night Jesus was betrayed. He was the one who wanted to get out of the boat and walk on water with his teacher. He liked being the center of attention, but he was also the one who saw himself as the wicked sinner and probably wrestled with self-image problems as the guy who, though well-intentioned, always seemed to screw-up. He probably had a special seat toward the back of the classroom where he would be less of a distraction to the other students. Jesus made a point of taking extra time with Peter beside the Sea of Galilee to let him know that he was okay and that, despite his failure, his teacher still loved and accepted him.<br><br>James and John, nicknamed "the sons of thunder," were the ones vying for positions of importance in Christ's kingdom. Sons of Thunder? To me this sounds like two brothers with explosive tempers who were ready to fight at the slightest provocation. These brawlers probably grew up trying to outdo each other, with James, the bigger, older brother in my mind, always coming out ahead in their fights. James would probably torment John and goad him into fighting. If James was in the same class as his younger brother, he had been held back a year for some reason, and likely needed extra help from his teacher.<br><br>John, the easily provoked younger brother, may have been the neediest student of them all, because Jesus kept him so close that John could rest his head upon his chest at the last supper. His desk would have been right beside the teacher's desk, and James would not be seated anywhere near his brother. John, who called himself the student that Jesus loved, did not see having his desk pulled up right next to the teacher's desk as a punishment; he saw it as a sign of the teacher's great love for him. He needed his teacher's love.<br><br>Judas may have been the good student, proud of his grades and his attendance record and the fact that he had never been sent to the principal's office. Judas turned bad out of jealousy of the extra attention given to these three "problem" students. Like the elder brother in the story of the prodigal son, he may have thought that he should have gotten the teacher's extra attention for always doing the right thing, at least in his own eyes; he probably thought he was owed the money he stole from the class treasury. He probably sat in the front row and always raised his hand and had the right answer. He probably volunteered to help, but was often passed over by the teacher who  gave the responsibility to hand out the books or collect the papers to someone like Peter, James, or John who needed to learn how to be responsible.  When his pride hurt him enough, he saw his chance to let the teacher know his displeasure, and he took it. He made the teacher pay for not giving him his due.<br><br>I realize that I may be getting very fanciful here and taking much too much poetic license with this idea, but it helps me to think about Jesus as a teacher, like me, and to realize that although we need to love all of our students, it is fair to not treat every student the same. Students must be taught that fair doesn't mean equal. We are not all the same and we all cannot be treated the same. God loves us all, but he does not deal with us all the exact same way, unless you want to say that we are all treated by God in grace. But grace and love meet us where we are, and we are all at different places in our lives. We are a diverse group of learners, and our Heavenly Teacher, who knows us down to our DNA and beyond, has a special lesson plan for each of us, and disciplines us individually too. We aren't to be comparing ourselves with the other students in the classroom, but we are to keep our eyes fixed on the Teacher and to bear his yoke, learn of him, and find rest for our souls (Matthew 11:29).<br><br>And no matter what I do as a teacher, even having done all, as I believe Jesus did, we may not reach every student. I marvel at how many times Jesus taught and re-taught, through word and deed. (He did miracles for classroom demonstrations, for crying out loud!) Still, his students really did not seem to understand what he was talking about and showing them until he was gone! The teacher graduated to Heaven, and at Pentecost, when the Holy Spirit came, it finally all became clear to them, and the students became the teachers and turned their world upside-down.  The Teacher did his job - he went so far as to lay down his life for his students - but he did not see his students really apply what they had learned from him while they were in his classroom. Remember that when you get discouraged as a teacher, or as a parent, or even as a student - investments need time to grow.]]></description>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 01:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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				<title>The Medium is the Message</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I have a lot on my mind today that I could write about and I am not certain where writing this blog will take me, so be patient, dear reader, and come along with me as we discover where God directs my thoughts.<br><br>I had a lot of time to think while I was away in Hungary for two weeks. I was out of my familiar surroundings and away from the people I usually see, sleeping in hotel beds, eating different foods, observing different routines, and largely unconnected via phone or computer to my regular network of contacts. It was a time to read education books, listen to God as He spoke in the conference sessions, and make new connections with people that I either had not known before or had only a passing acquaintance with. I discovered that I am basically the same person no matter where I go, but time away with God showed me things about myself that I might never have realized if I had stayed home those two weeks.<br><br>Perhaps the most important lesson I learned was the power of modeling. No, not modeling in the Derek Zoolander/high fashion runway modeling sense of the word, but modeling in the role model sense - demonstrating through your own life what you hope to see in another's life. I re-read an old statistic about how people learn from us: only 5 - 10% of what people learn from us as people, whether we are pastors, teachers, parents, or simply friends, is from the meaning of the words we say; another 30 - 35% is learned from our tone of voice; and 60% is learned from our body language. How we say something, how we come across speaks more loudly than the actual words that we say. We like to tell people, "Do as I say, not as I do," but this flies in the face of reason. People learn more from what we do (what we model) than from what we say.<br><br>Jesus was the ultimate teacher because what he said and what he did were in perfect synchronization. He was the Word made flesh - the Living Word. He modeled all he said.<br><br>Our children, our students, our neighbors and friends and coworkers and relatives are watching our lives and learning something from us about what it means to be a parent, a learner, an adult, a Christian. I think that it is interesting that the King James version of the Bible uses the word "conversation" to mean lifestyle and "testimony" to mean more than the words a person says, but the witness of one's manner of life.<br><br>Educationally, this makes the person standing up in front of the classroom very important. If children learn by observing the conversation, the testimony, the deafening yet unspoken manner of life of the role model in the classroom, it is important that the teacher be a godly witness. Children notice everything. Within seconds of meeting me yesterday, one of Doug Janssen's daughters pointed out the Band Aid on the palm of my hand which I had forgotten was there. Children are curious about their teachers. When I speak in elementary chapel and allude to one of my own childhood misdeeds, the students clamor for me to tell them about bad thing I did. They hear all the things we teach them unintentionally, and forget much of what we teach them intentionally.<br><br>Marshall McLuhan famously said, "The medium IS the message," and this holds true all the more in the home, the church, and the classroom. A home where parents do not read sends the message, "Reading is unimportant or at least boring, because it has no place in everyday life in our home." A church where people do not love one another or honor the Word sends the message, "God is not a loving God and the Bible is not truth I need to live by." A classroom where a teacher arrives late, unprepared to teach, and without her papers corrected in a timely fashion sends the message, "If the teacher can be late, unprepared, and not have her homework done, why can't I?" <br><br>We all need to be a little bit more like Jesus, don't we? He showed people the Way, the Truth, and the Life in all he said and did. "If you have seen me, you have seen the Father."  It is what I want for my life - to be a model of what I hope to see in the lives of my teachers and students. Pray for me to that end and think about the messages you are sending, whether you do so consciously or not...]]></description>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 01:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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				<title>No Sweater</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I think spring has arrived in Budapest because my eyes are itching and I have been sneezing like it is hay fever season. There was a big spring cleaning event here in the city this past week. Citizens could bring anything they wanted to get rid of and pile it beside the curb. I contributed to this pile one day when one of my beloved gray V-neck sweaters and I parted ways.

 It all started when Ben Tanguay graciously bought me a delicious gyro sandwich and I gracelessly managed to spill most of its tangy, brown juices down the front of my sweater. I took the sweater off in a bathroom and tried to clean it; the stain was mostly gone, but the smell remained. When I had done the best I could, I began walking back to my hotel to change my polo shirt, which had also absorbed some of the gyro juice despite being under the sweater when the spill occurred.

 I was carrying the soggy sweater over my shoulder when it slipped away unnoticed. Somewhere along the way, perhaps when I pulled my iPod out of my coat pocket, the sweater took its opportunity to escape. At the metro station, I discovered my loss, and although this gray sweater had served me well, I was unwilling to retrace my steps to search for it. I hoped that perhaps my sweater would be happy in the possession of a new owner who would clean it and wear it.

 Four hours later, I retraced my steps to the church to attend the evening service. I was not expecting to see my sweater, but there it was, lying forlornly on the sidewalk, where it had slipped off my shoulder that afternoon. It was cold and damp from its earlier cleansing, covered with dust, dirt, and a few dead twigs, still smelling of gyro sauce. Reunited, I began picking twigs off the gray wool as I walked toward the church, but after a few minutes I stopped.

 I was not going to tote this stinky sweater into church to sit with me or bring it back to my hotel room to stay with me or pack it in my suitcase where it would share its pungent aroma with my other clothing. I realized that I was going to leave this sweater behind, and when I saw one of the curbside discard piles, I draped my faithful gray companion over the back of a broken chair, hoping someone would see its value, restore it to its former dignity, and enjoy its warm embrace.

 What does this story have to do with education? Not much. By a great stretch of the imagination, I could say that this story illustrates the idea that when something no longer works for us, it is time to let it go. I think that we all get attached to ideas and practices and are reluctant to give them up even when we recognize they no longer serve us well, if they ever did. We say and do the same old things simply because we have always said and done them, not because they actually work. Periodically, we need to examine our practices with objective eyes and recognize that there may be better ways. Teachers need to update their teaching methods and classroom management skills. Students need to update their study methods and organizational skills. I'm not talking about latching onto the latest fashionable fad, which will be virtually useless in a year's time, but looking at what is not working, not producing the desired outcomes, and recognizing that the solution is to try something different.

 If studying on his bed makes a student fall asleep and wake up in the morning unprepared to take his test, maybe he should try studying somewhere else. If a particular method of teaching makes students grow bored and fail to grasp the lesson, perhaps the teacher should try some other method. It wasn't easy for me to give up my favorite gray sweater, but I could see it had to go; its loss gave me an opportunity to find something new, if needed. Spring is such a hopeful time. What seemed lost all winter emerges with fresh new growth and vitality. Nature updates herself year after year; we can at least consider improvement. 
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				<pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 01:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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				<title>Destinations and Conclusions</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I spoke to a group of Hungarian teachers the other day in Budapest, Hungary. I arrived to the classroom late, because an ambassadorial motorcade proceeding through the city brought all other traffic to a standstill until it was safely past, and the car bringing me to the school where I was scheduled to speak was part of the standstill for a while. Once in the classroom, I did not know how to begin. I had gathered some thoughts together on the ride to the school, but when I stood up to address the teachers assembled before me, all those thoughts flew out the door and waited in the hallway for me to recall them. I had a vague notion of where I wanted to go with my ideas, but no idea how I was supposed to get there.<br><br> This reminded me of when I got off the subway train at the Kalvin ter stop here in Budapest where I was confronted by multiple exits, not knowing which set of stairs would lead me up to the place I desired to be. After a few false starts, I eventually learned which stairway would bring me up right outside the entrance to my hotel. I didn't even know that this stairway existed until I had hauled my luggage across three streets and navigated through a maze-like construction zone. I learned the hard way without any help.<br><br> Back to the classroom... What amazed me about the talk that I gave to those attentive teachers was that I learned something that I did not know before I stood up to speak. It was like my ten-minute journey around the square to the hotel entrance - I learned something the hard way, if you want to call it that. My thoughts arrived in the vicinity of where I had hoped to be, but the destination was much more interesting and rewarding than I could have ever imagined. I walked into that classroom intending to share some thoughts that would edify and encourage the staff, but I ended up feeling as though the whole talk had been given for my sake, for my enlightenment. I found myself wondering, "I hope the teachers here got as much out of this as I did."<br><br> Has that ever happened to you? It happens often as I write, but this was one of the few times I have experienced it while speaking in front of people. God found my thoughts loitering out in the hallway and led them back into my mind as I needed them and connected them in ways I had not planned, and by the end, I could actually see where He was going. In my heart, I marveled at how he took my first awkward statements and brought them back to a conclusion that took me by surprise, because we had come full circle, and those initial aimless statements returned with purpose and depth that only God could have given to them.<br><br> I learned the truth behind the verse that says God will fill our mouths if we will but open them and allow Him to use our stammering lips. The important thing is to begin communicating, whether in written or verbal form, and to trust God that the Spirit will bring back to mind the meditations of the heart and draw them to a divine conclusion.<br>]]></description>
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				<title>McDonald's is McDonald's</title>
				<description><![CDATA[How's that for an odd blog title? It's the first thought that came to mind as I sat to write today at 5:52 p.m. Budapest time. I ate lunch at the McDonald's restaurant across the tram tracks and busy street from where I have been staying recently, and the meal was about the same as what I would have expected from the McDonald's near my home in Baltimore, except that the atmosphere was nicer and a woman came and took my tray out of my hands when I could not find a trash receptacle for my used paper goods. It turns out that she clears all the tables and disposes of all the trash in a trash can hidden behind a counter where she also cleans the plastic trays. I have, by necessity, eaten at McDonald's restaurants in many countries throughout the world (it seems that Greater Grace pastors like to hold rap sessions in them), and I always find myself experiencing a laxative effect from my meal. Yes, that may be too much information, and yes, I did consider leaving it out, but I wonder what it is in the food that has this effect upon me, and why we can't have rap sessions somewhere else?<br><br>I am happy to say that Christian education is not Christian education everywhere you go in the world, at least not in the McDonald's sense. GGCA and GGIS are different schools. We may be serving up the same sorts of educational meals to our students, but the food is not generic, and it does not have any undesirable after effects that I know of. I think this is because of the wonderful diversity we find in the Body of Christ. We are not all the same, and God allows us to be our own unique expressions of who He is to each other. No two Spirit-filled Christian teachers who teach the same subject from the same textbook will deliver the same content in the same way, because the Spirit who makes us one also makes us one-of-a-kind and anoints each teacher to meet the particular needs of the individuals God has placed in his or her classroom. Because of Christ, we can be all things to all students, and a student walking in the Spirit can tap into the same anointing that the teacher is operating in and learn more than they could learn walking in their flesh.<br><br>Teaching is a ministry. Teaching is part art and part science, but as Christians we must view it as ministry too. It is a very particular form of inreach and outreach, depending upon the students served by the school. Teaching is purposeful, intentional communication through a special relationship. It demands that I go beyond my comfort zone and sit where they (the students) sit in order to reach them. It means looking up into the branches of the sycamore tree to spot the one nobody else sees or wants to see in order to tell him that you will have a divine appointment with him in his house that day. A teacher has to be able to love the unlovable and make that love known. <br><br>I have always been the one who takes the seat in the back of the room or who stands off to the side by himself. I am quiet and introverted and I am uncomfortable in groups and crowds. How I ever became a teacher is a mystery to me. I don't mind standing up in front of groups and crowds. That seems to have a purpose, so I speak or sing or act in front of people as needed. But to be a student in a class, a part of a congregation, is not so easy. My teachers probably often thought I wasn't listening to what they were saying, although I would do my best to give eye contact and be ready to answer when called upon. I tried hard to go unnoticed while secretly hoping the teacher would notice me and be pleased. It was a couple of English teachers in high school who saw me up in my sycamore tree and called me down to be in their drama group. The rest is history. <br><br>Teachers who let students know, "I see you, and, yes, I love you," make eternal differences in students' lives. I have seen that in both GGIS and GGCA. It is on the menu in both schools, but it comes in as many flavors as there are teachers and students in those schools. It is true: Taste and see that the Lord is good. (Psalm 34:8)]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[It is nearly 11 p.m. here in Budapest as I begin writing this blog entry. Four feet away from me, Pastor Lange is snoozing and sometimes snoring. He conked out early. I think it's because of the soccer game he played this afternoon at GGIS (Greater Grace International School) where he helped the staff team defeat the student team and win a dress-down day for the staff this coming Thursday. He played hard, so now he needs some rest to rejuvenate before the demands of tomorrow arrive on his doorstep. I sit here with Matt Redmond singing to me through the earbuds plugged into my iPod - "We lift up our eyes, lift up our eyes, You're the giver of life. You alone can rescue, You alone can save. You alone can lift us from the grave. You came down to find us, led us out of death.To you alone belongs the highest praise." Awesome song!<br><br>I connected with Nate McFarland via Google Chat today around noon and heard that there was a request that I write another entry in my blog. I have been trying to think about what I would like to write about, and then it occurred to me exactly what I wanted to say on this page. It is not a single thought, but an impression at this point that may work itself out a bit more clearly as I tap away at my keyboard. Bear with me.<br><br>I was chatting with Nate about this and that, and he asked me what was the favorite thing I had seen so far. Without any hesitation I said, "Little first graders learning math and introducing themselves to me and telling me what countries they are from." It wasn't a natural wonder or a classic landmark - it was a class of children learning how to order numbers from least to greatest and saying their names and countries of origin, shyly yet proudly in accented English. I felt incredibly drawn to these little ones that I had not known an hour before, and I loved them. It took me by surprise how much I loved them. <br><br>Earlier in the day I had dropped in on a class of four seventh graders who were laboring over Stephen Crane's "The Red Badge of Courage" under Mr. Andy Lange's tutelage. I had heard stories about some of the boys in this class, so I wanted to see them for myself. I was not disappointed when I discovered that they were all the stories had said and more. Such an interesting mix of nationalities, personalities, and accents. I wanted to laugh. I thought of books I wanted to introduce to them to rescue them from the book they were reading. I wanted to read a good, humorous seventh grade novel with them and hear them laugh and make comments in their serious voices. I decided that I would need to find some way to revisit this group of students before my time at the school was over.<br><br>Today I planned to visit Tina Reeves' fifth grade class while she taught math. According to the schedule I had been given, math began at 9 o'clock, so I planned to arrive at 9:10 to honor Miss Reeves' request to arrive when she had already begun teaching so she would be less nervous. Well, I arrived at 9:10 all right, but it was just as spelling was ending. The schedule was outdated and incorrect. I stayed anyway. I parked myself in a seat next to a boy named Sean, and he became my first friend in the class. I was introduced to everyone indirectly as Miss Reeves called on each student to give answers to the spelling lesson. Bible class was next, and I was allowed to sing along with half the class in a round of a song I can't remember the name of right now. It was fun. I enjoyed hearing the students' answers to the Bible questions, so full of innocence and eagerness to be right. I was asked to pray. I felt blessed to be a part of their class of eight or so students. <br><br>Snack time was next and I was asked to join the class game of UNO which was being played with rules I had never heard of: Playing a zero card meant everyone had to give their cards to the player on their left. Playing a 5 card meant the last person to slap the discard pile had to draw two cards (I lost the slap dash the first three times before I caught on). Players can play multiple cards at once as long as they are identical, so I saw a kid throw down three Wild Draw 4 cards at once, forcing the next player to draw twelve cards on his turn. Playing by these rules, at times my hand was down to as few as two cards, but was more often a small deck. I was between Sean and Vladimir, two card sharps who loved to kill me with Skips, Reverses, and Draws whenever the opportunity arose, and we laughed and got along quite famously in the short time we had to play with all the other students and Miss Reeves. Vladimir was the eventual winner, and he turned and said, "Will you stay and have math with us?" to which the other students added their voices in encouragement. When I said I had to go, they invited me to come to recess to watch them play soccer. I told them I would try, and for the second time in two days I was overcome with this tremendous sense of love for children I had not known before that morning. I decided that this class, too, I would need to revisit.<br><br>And then, Nate conveyed, via chat messaging, greetings from GGCA students hanging out in the office at lunchtime, and I found myself wishing that I could spend some time revisiting them too. Sometimes I think I forget the reason I became a teacher in the first place. It wasn't because I loved math or English or history or textbooks or whiteboard markers or tests or sitting at a computer entering grades or making review sheets. Those things all are part of the job and have their place, but they are not the reason I have remained an educator all these years. No, the reason I became a teacher was the joy that can be found in relating to students, not only through the formal times of teaching the day's lessons, but in the times when you simply sit and talk and get to know them, the times when you play a game with them or watch them play their games, the times you share your favorite books or hear about their favorite things, the times when they amaze you with their brilliance, their creativity, and their capacity to love, to minister, to give grace, to encourage, and to forgive. Many times, God has broken me with the simple, honest love of a student when I felt unlovable, the pure grace and forgiveness of a child when I felt unforgivable, and the sure encouragement from the lips of a young person when I was ready to give up and quit. <br><br>Relationships, relationships, relationships - I can't imagine teaching without having a relationship with the class. At times I have felt put upon, stretched beyond measure, beyond endurance, and that the relationship with the class was beyond repair. I have despaired. But I have found that when I have not given up all hope, God has redeemed and restored what I thought was lost and unrecoverable. Perhaps the relationship was not perfect, not the same as what once was, or all that I wanted it to be, but it was alive - the roots were still there and life remained, just like a tree stump that looks dead which suddenly grows a tender, green shoot and starts over again. It is not all pretty, but it is alive and can grow! Love makes things grow that seemed dead and gone.<br><br>It has been so good to discover love waiting here in an unexpected place. I was not looking for it, but it found me.<br><br>It is now 12:10 p.m. and I need to go to sleep, so I am posting this unedited - forgive me my sins of omitted words, and my grammar and spelling trespasses.]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[The other day I noticed that the uniform exchange basket was full, so I decided that I would bring home the uniform pieces and launder them so that others in need of shirts and skirts and such could adopt them. I managed to manhandle the myriad articles of clothing into the back seat of my car and then juggle them up the steps and into my home where I spilled them on the floor beside the washing machine. The jumble of maroon, black, white, and gray at my feet needed sorting, so I began with the maroon colored items, since there seemed to be more of them. Short-sleeved polos, long-sleeved polos, cardigan sweaters, and a single maroon plaid skirt all were tossed into the warm, sudsy water for a bath, and the black pants and skirts joined them to fill out the load. Once these clothes were clean, they went into the dryer and it was time for the gray and white shirts and sweatshirts to bathe.<br><br>I wasn't paying much attention to the clothing beyond its colors and washing instructions until I took them out of the dryer and began folding them. Then it hit me. Some of the polo shirts I was folding were small. "What's so unusual about that?" you may be wondering. "Why would a small polo shirt 'hit you'?" Because it was s-o-o-o small, that's why. I could not believe that there were students in GGCA who wore clothing that seemed so tiny to me! Granted, usually I am washing, drying, and folding my own clothes which could hardly be described as tiny or small, so I was not used to folding a shirt that I could probably wear as a hat at best. But I was stymied to imagine who in GGCA these shirts could fit. I tried to picture a kindergarten child dressed in the shirt in my hands, and I thought to myself, "Oh, my gosh! I guess kindergarteners are this small and I never noticed." My heart just sort of softened like a pat of butter on a stack of hot pancakes.<br><br>We all start out so small, so helpless, so vulnerable and so curious, so hopeful, so eager to grow up and to learn and to be independent. It's interesting to watch how some students who would not enter the school without a parent holding their hand now routinely race ahead to get into the building on their own and don't even turn around to acknowledge their parents' "Good-bye," "I love you," or "Have a great day!" <br><br>Why do we want to grow up so fast? <br><br>Why is being 6 and three quarters years old so important? <br>(I have never heard an adult saying he was thirty-two and a half.) <br>Why is weighing 58 pounds such a big deal? <br>(Most adults are trying to lose weight, not gain it.) <br><br>I remember how as a little boy I looked forward to the day when I would get real homework, and then, when I got older, how much I wished I could go back to the halcyon days of no homework. <br><br>We go from snuggling and cuddling in our parents' laps to being embarrassed by our parents' kissing us in public. Children want to get bigger and taller and get the privileges that they see come with age (they don't see the responsibilities) while parents sometimes wish they could keep their children young and innocent for just a little while longer.<br><br>Time is relentless. Children outgrow their shirts and skirts and shoes, graduate to "big boy" and "big girl" beds, start taking showers instead of baths, and struggle to take control of their lives. They become people responsible for their own choices and start keeping secrets from us; they wrestle with their identities and deciding what they will believe and live by. They become their own persons and we hope and pray that they turn out to be people whose lives testify to the love and grace of God.<br><br>They just start out so small...]]></description>
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				<title>Just Done It.</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I am attempting to read the Bible in a year with an online program called You Version Bible that parcels out daily readings for me from three portions - two from the Old Testament and one from the New Testament. Lately I have been traveling along with Moses and the children of Israel through the book of Exodus, and we are currently constructing the tabernacle in the wilderness. This requires multiple chapters to accomplish. <br><br>God first has to give the plans to Moses, and they are quite detailed, involving measurements and materials and design specifications for curtains and altars, lamp stands and the laver, incense and perfume, clothing, and the ark of the covenant. Although God does not go into great detail about certain creative elements of the project, he says to Moses that he has gifted certain men as craftsmen and artisans and that they will be able to make exactly what God has in mind. <br><br>Next comes the collection of materials from the people of Israel - gold, silver, bronze, precious stones, wood, linen, dolphin and badger skins (dolphin skins???), and the elements required for producing dyes, incense, and perfume. Scripture tells us that Moses had to tell the people to stop bringing in their offerings, because they had more than enough to construct the tabernacle. <br><br>This was all interesting reading in its own way, but then the chapters came when the craftsmen and artisans God had equipped proceeded to fashion and formulate everything exactly as God had specified. Verse after verse tells how how everything was manufactured precisely in the way that previous chapters had outlined; it was like a repeat of those chapters, except now instead of the plan being made, the plan was being executed. I had to stop and check to make sure I wasn't inadvertently re-reading the earlier chapters. <br><br>I wasn't.<br><br>Having read all of this over the course of several days, the thought came to me that God got precisely what he wanted because he made the plan, he made the provision, and he prepared the people needed to carry out his plan. God was in it from the beginning to the end. The part that especially encouraged me was the people part. Sometimes the plan seems so overwhelming and the provision way beyond my means, and then God calls me to be the person to bring the plan to pass. Knowing that he is the one behind it all and that he has gifted me to fit into his plan even before it has begun is a great security for me; whether I know it or not, I have been prepared for what he has asked me to do. <br><br>The artisans and craftsmen were asked to create something in general terms by God. In themselves, they may have felt inadequate for the task and wondered, "How am I supposed to know exactly what God wants? What if I make what I think is good, but God hates it? Can't God be a bit more specific? He wants cherubim on the cover of the ark? How am I supposed to know what they look like? I'm doomed." Somehow, I think that these guys didn't feel like that at all. God had mysteriously prepared them for the task at hand and he had put into their hearts and minds the knowledge of what he desired. They proceeded with godly reverence and it came out as God had intended. The work was already finished in God's mind before it began. <br><br>I'd like to make the Nike slogan ungrammatically Finished Work to apply to God's part in building the tabernacle back there in Exodus:<br><br>Just Done It. <br><br>"He who calls you is faithful, who also will do it." 1 Thessalonians 5:24 ]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[An article appeared in the New York Times last week that has stirred up a lot of interest and discussion in education and political circles. The article "High Schools to Offer Plan to Graduate 2 Years Early" is about proposals in eight states to graduate students who can successfully pass a series of tests at the end of tenth grade. Students who do not pass the exam in tenth grade would have opportunities to retake the exam in eleventh and twelfth grades. The rationale behind the plan is to have students prepare more seriously for college. Students would know exactly what they have to study to pass the exams and would be considered ready for college, thus reducing the number of remedial courses that high school graduates currently have to take in college. States like the idea because it might reduce the number of years students are in high school and thereby reduce the number of teachers needed. Plus, if students do not need as many remedial level college courses, less college teachers may be needed. It all boils down to spending less on teacher salaries. There is debate about whether sixteen-year-olds are ready to be out of high school and in college or the workforce and who sets the standards for early graduation and creates the tests.<br><br>So, why am I bringing this up? You may be wondering, "Is GGCA going to attempt something like this?" My reply is that I am not thinking about such a program at this time, but that I brought it up in order to talk about changes we have made in the GGCA high school program in the past couple of years.<br><br>When I became principal three years ago, I had just completed a second bachelor's degree at the University of Baltimore (UB), and that experience combined with the experience of earning my first degree twenty years earlier led me to plan a better college and workforce preparatory program here at GGCA. That is what I'd like to talk about today.<br><br>When I went to college back in the 1980s, personal computers were few and far between; nowadays, PCs are an everyday part of home, school, and business life. At UB, I discovered that I had to be computer savvy in order to complete and submit my coursework, and that some assignments could only be done online. I had to communicate with my professors via email and interactive web-based programs. Therefore, I knew it was important that GGCA students would get experience with computers. Our students now are required to earn certification in both Microsoft Word and Excel, we use web-based programs to communicate about homework and grades, and we send email to communicate and submit some assignments, just like they will in college and in the workforce.<br><br>Probably the most valuable course I took in Bible college in the early 1980s was apologetics. This course established my thinking about my Christian faith and prepared me for the onslaught of anti-Christian philosophies that are so prevalent on college campuses. I decided that apologetics was a necessary course in a Christian school that wanted its graduates to be fully equipped for college study; so we now have apologetics as part of our curriculum in the eleventh grade.<br><br>Two other courses that came out of my recent experience are the freshman Composition and sophomore Speech courses. I was surprised by the amount and types of writing I had to be able to do in all my college classes and by how often I had to prepare and give oral presentations. I read a 400 page novel in a math class and wrote a ten-page critique of it. I dressed up as Willy Wonka and appeared on a fake Oprah Winfrey show for a Human Resources class in order to do a presentation on labor relations (I, as Willy, was mistreating the Oompa Loompas at the chocolate factory according to the other guest - a disgruntled Oompa Loompa employee). Over and over again my instructors told me that employers decried the lack of communication skills in their employees and encouraged me to hone my writing and speaking skills. Thus, the composition and speech classes came into being at GGCA to help better prepare our graduates with skills they need for college study and the workforce.<br><br>Another change has been the shortening of the senior day. Our senior year now consists of a daily Bible class, English, physics, and a half-year each of economics and government. We also include physical education, computer, and any other classes that we deem necessary for students to fulfill for graduation. Next year's seniors will be taking apologetics since they haven't had it yet. We shortened the senior day, because we wanted the senior year to be a transition year from high school to the future, whether that future is the workforce, Bible college, or some other college or university. What we would like our seniors to do is take a college class or two their senior year to get their feet wet. I'd love it if all of our seniors would sign up for a college mathematics class and get one of their college requirements under their belts. By the time they finish their junior year's math course at GGCA, they should have prepared themselves enough to take and pass that college math class. As an alternative, seniors could also arrange an internship or an apprenticeship in a field related to a career they may wish to enter. Experience is hard to come by, but internships and apprenticeships are avenues to gain experience when you can afford to work for little to nothing. Students who aspire to attend Bible college here at MBC&S should sign up to take a class for credit as a senior and get themselves on the path to their Biblical studies degree!<br><br>So, while we are not going down the road to graduating students as sophomores, we are thinking progressively about how to best prepare our students for their futures while helping them learn and think with God about their lives in the present. I love our high school curriculum. It is balanced and exceeds the expectations of most colleges. If a student is motivated to apply him- or herself to learn and take advantage of the opportunities offered by the school and the ones offered in their churches, that student can be more than ready for the future!]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[Do you know who J.R. Celski is? I had never heard of him until I watched a feature on him during the coverage of short track speed skating at the Vancouver Olympic Games. The feature showed him at the U.S. Olympic time trials with a huge gash in his thigh, the result of a crash on the ice where his own right skate blade gashed open his left thigh all the way to the bone, just missing his femoral artery. Even though he qualified for the U.S. Olympic team that day, his injury looked like it would keep him from competing. After getting 60 stitches to sew up three layers of muscle and his skin, J.R. consulted former Olympian, Dr. Eric Heiden, and was told that he could rehabilitate his thigh and possibly be ready to race if he was willing to undergo therapy six hours a day, six days a week. In his online journal, Celski said that he was thankful for his injury, that he viewed it as a test of his dedication to his sport, and that, although he knew the odds were stacked against him, he was hungrier than ever to compete. I was intrigued by this young man's story, so I Googled him and found he had a website. <br><br>J.R. started skating at age 3 when he got a pair of Playskool plastic inline skates. He competed in inline skating until age 12 and then switched to speed skating after he saw that Olympian Apolo Ohno converted from inline to speed skating. As a freshman in high school, J.R. moved from Federal Way, Washington to Long Beach, California with his college age brother so that he could train there with a world class coach. This was known in Celski circles as "The Family Plan" since it involved sacrifice on the part of both parents, his brothers, and J.R. himself. At one point, the plan got to be too much for J.R - he was homesick, he had a back injury, and the balancing act of school and rigorous training had taken their toll, so he moved back home and quit skating for sixteen months. But, with the encouragement of his family, J.R. returned to Long Beach, this time with his father as his guardian, where he grew as a competitive skater and graduated high school as a merit scholar.<br><br>When Pastor Schaller came to our teacher workshop last week, he mentioned how he would like to see young people get as motivated in their lives as Olympic athletes are to achieve their goals in life. I had just seen J.R. Celski win a bronze medal in a short track speed skating race, five months after sustaining his serious injury, so his story came to mind, and I have been thinking about how to write about this ever since.Where does motivation come from?<br><br>In J.R. Celski's case, he started off, as many little boys do, trying to keep up with his dad and two older brothers who were into inline skating. He wanted to be like them. He wanted to race like his older brothers. I think that part of motivation can be the desire to be like another. (I also think that motivation can be just the opposite - the desire to be different from others.) When J.R. began to win, he must have realized that he had the potential to take his efforts to another level. Part of motivation comes from inside yourself, believing there is a possibility for you to achieve on a higher level. Part of motivation comes from outside yourself, as when J.R.'s family encouraged him and even made sacrifices to make it possible for him train with an excellent coach. <br><br>Motivation comes from vision - you seeing yourself and others seeing you as capable of achieving beyond wherever you are now. Motivation makes a person persevere in the face of hardship, suffer present loss to achieve future gain, and view whatever happens as just another step closer to victory. Motivation gets you back on your feet even after you have decided to quit. As Christians, we know that the greatest motivator is the love of God, and that vision is vitally important to the people of God. We are not all in training for Olympic competition, but we are in training to do great exploits for the kingdom of God in our everyday lives. School is part of that training, and, if we get our eyes fixed on a goal, we will be motivated to do our very best to prepare for the future God has for us. <br><br>I think that one lesson that I have learned from the example of J.R. Celski is the importance of beginning to invest in children at a young age and noticing and encouraging potential at a young age. I know that there were things in my life that I could not see for myself until someone pointed them out to me and gave me some encouragement to pursue them. I never would have acted in plays unless someone had seen something in me and given me a nudge in the right direction. I was too introverted to think of myself on stage. Sometimes people can say things to us to make us see ourselves in a positive light, and it makes all the difference in the world.<br><br>Another lesson I learned from the Celski family is that the economic principle of opportunity cost holds true for those who are motivated to pursue their goals. Opportunity cost is the value of the next best choice that one must give up when making a decision. For J.R. to become a world class speed skater, he had to give up the choice he could have made to stay with his family and friends in Washington and enjoy a life free from grueling practices, injuries, homesickness, and little time to make or spend time with friends in a new school. He could have had it easier, but to become the caliber of skater he wanted to be, he had to forgo the more comfortable life. He couldn't have both. I think these are other lessons to teach children at a young age - that hard work is good, that not everything comes easy (so don't be discouraged when the going gets tough), and that you cannot have everything.<br><br>To finish this rather long blog entry, I also wanted to bring up the 1980 U.S. Olympic hockey team which accomplished what people had thought impossible and miraculous - defeating the indomitable Soviet team and then going on to win the gold medal. Today is the 30th anniversary of this accomplishment, and when I saw three of the players and announcer Al Michaels reminiscing about this feat on television, I was amazed by the story of the late coach, Herb Brooks, who took the young squad of Olympic hopefuls and made them into a winning team. The players did not understand his coaching and training methods at the time, but they came to trust him, and now, thirty years later, they can see that he had a vision he was following. I got misty-eyed when I thought of how he never deviated from his plan and how his vision and determination motivated his players to accomplish so much that they could not have done on their own.<br><br>I, like Pastor Schaller, have a desire to see our young people become passionate about something worthwhile in their lives, something God can use to further the Gospel here on planet earth. It is always such a blessing to hear believers in all walks of life give glory to God for their successes. Yes, they worked hard and sacrificed much to accomplish what they have, but God endowed them with the gifts and talents they have used, and God was there watching over and protecting them all the way, opening and closing doors, working all things to the good, helping them find favor in the eyes of others as He did with Joseph and Daniel. It is my hope that God will use each of us to reveal to others their amazing potentials and to encourage them to become the best they can be, by God's grace, so that their years of study and struggle are purpose-filled and productive.<br><br>I am so exercised by this thought that I cannot write any more. I am overcome. Excuse this abrupt ending.]]></description>
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				<title>Loving + Kindness = My Shepherd</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I like some of the less-used compound words that are part of the English language: notwithstanding, nevertheless, wherewithal, whosoever come to mind. I just like their multiple syllables and how the words have been mashed together to create one word with its own unique meaning. One of my favorite words that came up in our church service yesterday was the word lovingkindness - not just kindness, not just love, but lovingkindness, and in the verse we read yesterday we saw there could be more than one - lovingkindnesses (Isaiah 63:7). <br><br>There are days when I don't think I can function without knowing that God's lovingkindness was there for me, days when I would rather stayed cocooned in my bed with the shades drawn, trying to sleep away my life, days when I feel like nobody should have to be exposed to who I am. But then from somewhere, the memory of God's lovingkindness seeps past the weeds and the cobwebs darkening my heart to give me hope that such as I am, God has chosen me and has put me into other people's lives for a purpose and that He is not finished with me no matter what I think. <br><br>I don't even think I know what lovingkindness is, but just the sound of that word - loving plus kindness - and the fact that God is the source of lovingkindness is all I need to know. He is carrying me like the good shepherd carries the lamb on his shoulders - the lamb that has the matted, dirty fleece snarled with burrs and twigs, the one that has fallen and injured himself by doing something really stupid - that lamb who is me, and my great shepherd is singing and rejoicing over me. <br><br>Me.<br><br>Unbelievable. <br><br>That is lovingkindness to me.]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[I was reading Mark chapter 4 this morning and I had a thought relating this passage to the classroom. The four kinds of soils are four kinds of hearers and teachers have all four kinds of students in their classrooms on any given day. <br><br>The first student is the hard ground hearer. This student sits in the classroom and though his ears may hear the teacher's words, the teaching goes no further than his eardrums, because he has an unresolved problem with the teacher and has set his heart not to receive anything the teacher says. The student learns nothing.<br><br>The second student is the stony ground hearer. This student hears the lesson and is excited by what he hears until he attempts to implement what he has heard, because his initial efforts fail. When the learning does not come easily, he shuts down and his enthusiasm turns to pessimism; he convinces himself either that the teacher cannot teach or that he cannot possibly learn. The student learns nothing.<br><br>The third student is the weedy ground hearer. This student hears the lesson and begins to implement what she has heard and is doing well until distractions pull her focus away and her progress wilts and dies. The distractions can be external or internal, the internal being the most difficult to ignore. This student is with the teacher, gaining understanding until another voice springs up - the voice of a classmate or a voice in her mind - and then she jumps off the teacher's train of thought and doesn't even realize she is standing beside the tracks as that train passes her by until it is too late, The student doesn't really learn anything.<br><br>The fourth student is the good soil hearer. This student hears the lesson and implements what she has heard. She has respect for her teacher and can receive from her, she does not get discouraged by mistakes or when she doesn't understand immediately, and she doesn't allow herself to be distracted by external stimuli or internal drama. She maintains a relationship with her teacher so she can approach her when she needs additional help. She perseveres when she doesn't 'get it' right away, because she wants to learn. She learns to ignore or set aside pleasures and problems in the classroom, because she knows she must redeem the time. She learns and brings forth fruit.<br><br>As Christians, we have the Holy Spirit who is the great Teacher. The Holy Spirit is at work in the classroom in a Christian school if the teacher and the students choose to operate in Him. The Holy Spirit can open hearts to make them receptive. The Holy Spirit can encourage hearts when learning does not come easily. The Holy Spirit can quicken hearts when tey tend to wander into distraction. The Holy Spirit can keep hearts and minds fixed and focused on learning to the glory of God. Amen!]]></description>
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				<description><![CDATA[As I sat here in my office contemplating what to write about today, of course the recent snowfall and today's impending sequel came to mind, and by some odd twist of mind, the passage from Ezekiel 47 popped into my head too. I thought of Ezekiel being led out, not into deeper and deeper waters, but into deeper and deeper snow - up to his ankles, then his knees, then to his loins (waist), and, finally, over his head! When I was a little guy growing up in Maine, I remember Mom bundling me in layers of winter clothing - wool socks, ski pants, snowmobile boots with felt liners, hand knit cap, mittens, and scarf, and snow parka - before sending me out to play in the snow. My friend Danny Pizzo from next door would accompany me on great adventures across snow covered fields and icy streams up into the woods, and we often found ourselves wading through white drifts up to our waists. Ahhh...those were the days. I also remember the day our mothers came out and found us up in the woods to bring us back in time to catch the afternoon kindergarten bus. We had lost track of time out in the wilds of Maine.<br><br>Lately, I have been thinking about something called Gradual Release of Responsibility. It is an educational model for teaching and learning that I think makes a good deal of sense and, now that I think of it, has a relationship to Ezekiel 47. The Gradual Release of Responsibility model can be summarized in four statements: I do - You observe; I do - You help; You do - I help; and You do - I observe. The "I" is the teacher and the "You" is the student. <br><br>The first stage of responsibility for teaching and learning is the I do - You observe stage. The teacher, the expert on the subject matter, teaches and the student observes and listens to the teacher. At this point, the responsibility for learning lies heavily with the teacher who demonstrates mastery of the subject and does what is needed to make the knowledge and skills understandable for the student.<br><br>The second stage is the I do - You help stage. The teacher again goes through the lesson, but this time some of the responsibility has been shifted to the student who helps the teacher explain and practice the lesson. If this were a math class, the teacher would do a problem and the students would tell the teacher what ought to be done at each step of the problem, as best they can. The teacher would get an idea as to how much the students have understood and attempt to clarify any misunderstandings through re-teaching.<br><br>The third stage is the You do - I help stage. Here, the balance of responsibility has been shifted to the student who is now working with other students in the classroom under the teacher's supervision, practicing what they have learned, getting help from the teacher when needed. This is what teachers call "guided practice" and the teacher acts as a coach, helping students practice their skills correctly, re-teaching those students who still have flawed understanding. <br><br>The final stage is the You do - I observe stage. The student now bears the brunt of responsibility for learning. Independent practice of the knowledge and skills that have been taught allow the student to demonstrate the degree of understanding that has been reached. The teacher observation part of this stage is evaluation of that understanding. Perhaps the student does a quiz, demonstrates a problem on the board, or writes out or creates something for homework. This gives the teacher some idea as to what the student understands and to what degree and helps the teacher determine whether more instruction is necessary.<br><br>As the student, the gradual release of responsibility is like getting your feet wet (the ankles), wading out to one's knees, getting in the water up to one's waist, and then having to swim since the water is now over one's head. I know that some of our dads may have thrown us off the dock into water over our heads to teach us to swim, but that is not the best way to learn how to solve quadratic equations or master reading or writing skills. The gradual release of responsibility model works because it is g-r-a-d-u-a-l. I wasn't ready for the responsibility of managing my time as a kindergartner, which is why my mom had to come and make sure I got on the bus. Gradually, though, she could trust me to keep track of time and even let me dress myself before heading out into the wintry weather (I think I was about 18 years-old). <br><br>So there's the blog for today. Maybe it has applications in your life outside of school. I think the big thing to remember is that if you want to teach somebody something, you have to realize that although you may be the master of your subject, it takes time and practice and the willingness and security to allow others to try and fail for someone else to learn it.]]></description>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 01:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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				<title>I Have a Dream School</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I remember hearing a recording of Martin Luther King, Jr.'s "I Have A Dream" speech for the first time and being swept up in the powerful poetry of his words and being able to envision what he spoke about. Well, I am no Dr. King, but I, too, have a dream, a dream for our school, and I am going to try to write it here for all to read. <br><br>In my dream school, there would be a pastor on the staff of GGCA whose job would be to teach Bible throughout the day and serve as a counselor.<br><br>In my dream school, the elementary classrooms would all be as large as the kindergarten classroom and each class would be equipped with its own well-stocked library and the best furniture and technology to make the learning environment both comfortable and adaptable for students' and teachers' needs.<br><br>In my dream school, there would be beautiful art, music, and band classrooms and a magnificent library overseen by a kindly librarian where teachers could bring their entire class for lessons; maybe I would be that librarian in my dotage.<br><br>In my dream school, there would be more green spaces to play and relax and fields for soccer and baseball.<br><br>In my dream school, there would be not only a computer lab used for teaching computer, but other labs where teachers could bring their students to work on computer-related assignments.<br><br>In my dream school, there would be more staff who could devote time to helping new teachers develop their skills and both literacy and mathematics specialists.<br><br>In my dream school, students would develop independent learning skills, take responsibility for their learning, and glorify God in their pursuit of excellence.<br><br>In my dream school, there would be someone who would help the students perform plays, there would be concerts, creative writing publications, and student fine art adorning the walls.<br><br>In my dream school, students would take responsibility for having morning prayer times and lead worship in chapel times.<br><br>In my dream school, there would be a cafeteria and a student lounge and corridors connecting all the buildings so nobody would have to walk outside to get to the office.<br><br>In my dream school, there would be scholarship money for all deserving, needy students who should be here at GGCA.<br><br>Okay... enough dreaming for today. Time to do some work and try to bring some of these dreams closer to reality. And pray.]]></description>
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				<title>Jeremiah 9:23 &amp; 24 thoughts</title>
				<description><![CDATA[Let me preface my remarks today by saying that I have eaten entirely too much sugar this morning and should probably atone for my sins by grazing on a big, green salad and drinking a gallon of pure, still water. If my words do not make perfect sense today (if they ever do), I blame it on the amount of sugar coursing through my veins and discombobulating my brain cells. There. Now I have justified any irrationality and I can begin to write in earnest.<br><br>One of my favorite inside jokes that I share with Julius Thompson is based upon Jeremiah 9:23 & 24. Paul Baloche performs a song on his "A Greater Song" album that is based on these verses. It is raucus drum- and bass-driven song that makes us laugh as we imagine ourselves performing it on stage in church (which would never happen) since it is one of those anthem style songs that the singers seem to shout more than sing. "I will boast in the Lord my God" and "I will make my boast in Christ alone" are repeated multitudinous times, and even when the song sounds as though it has ended, it continues. I just let it play through on my iPod in my office and it brought a smile to my face as I pictured Julius, fist raised and head banging, crying out the lyrics with a grin on his face (it is hard to take that kind of music seriously as praise or worship).<br><br>Here is the passage from Jeremiah in the New King James Version:<br><i>This is what the LORD says: "Let not the wise man boast of his wisdom or the strong man boast of his strength or the rich man boast of his riches,but let him who boasts boast about this: that he understands and knows me, that I am the LORD, who exercises kindness, justice and righteousness on earth, for in these I delight," declares the LORD.</i><br><br>I was telling a friend and former student, Ben Tanguay, at lunch today that God has been very good to me as principal, because I have enjoyed watching God doing all the stuff I can't do. His reply? "You must be watching God do a lot then." I took no offense at this, because it is true. There is so much I have to turn over to God, and He does everything perfectly in his time. I will boast in the Lord my God! I will boast in Christ alone! To God be the glory - great things He has done!<br><br>I remember my Grammy Dunbar and her "brag book" that she toted around in her pocketbook. She'd pull out that mini photo album given the slightest bit of encouragement and show perfect strangers pictures of us, her grandchildren, and go on and on about our accomplishments to the point of embarrassing us to red-faced agony. Did people really need to see how ginormous I was as a baby and hear how my parents were told to put me on a diet? No! Did she have to show that perfectly hideous sixth grade picture of me in aviator glasses and my shiny metallic braces-filled smile? No! But she did, and she was so proud to show those pictures off and let the whole world know about our smallest accomplishments, because she loved us to pieces. And, despite our mortification, we loved that she loved us all so much, and loved her all the same.<br><br>As a principal and the teacher of hundreds of students over the years, I have a brag book in my memory based upon what I know of the students who have graduated from GGCA. We have students (and even teachers who have "graduated" in the call of God) who are now serving as missionaries, pastors, and teachers in other countries, ministering the Gospel to the peoples of many nations. We have graduates working in this country as entrepreneurs, nurses, teachers, lawyers, accountants, artists, pastors, skilled technicians and tradespeople, researchers, editors, managers, law enforcement officers, and distinguished military personnel, to name a few that come to mind. I want to boast about them and about the great foundation that was laid in their lives here at GGCA and how they benefited from my awesome teaching...but I go back again to think about how it was God who did what I could never do myself. Again - to God be the glory, great things HE has done!<br><br>I was reading about Joseph in Genesis this morning and how God promoted him after being sold into slavery by his brothers; Potiphar placed him in charge of his household, the Egyptian jailer put him in charge of the prison though Joseph was a prisoner, and then pharaoh elevated him to rule over all Egypt, second only to him in authority. The same thing happened to Daniel when he was taken into Babylonian captivity. There was just...something...about these young men. I think that many of our GGCA graduates have that same...something. It makes them stand out head and shoulders above their peers in college and the workplace. That...something...is actually a Someone - the God we understand and know, as Jeremiah said . We boast in Him and we find ourselves objects of His delight.<br><br>What a mighty God we serve! Oh, how He loves us! He is the fullness that fills all in all and to Him be all honor and glory and worship and praise for what He is doing in our lives here in GGCA and beyond...]]></description>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 01:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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				<description><![CDATA[I awoke this morning to the howls and whistles of the wind outside my windows and the staccato splatter of rain being driven onto the shingles and panes of my little home. How I longed to roll over and pull the blankets over my head and sleep at least until there was some glimmer of daylight! But I dutifully tore myself away from the warm sheets, stuffed my feet into my slippers, and shuffled out to the kitchen to start my day with a Aciphex pill and a multi-vitamin, as usual, to keep my body running semi-regularly.<br><br>My Sentra was buffeted sideways by strong gusts as I motored down Route 40 to work. When I turned left onto the roadway leading to the parking lot entrance near the gymnasium, I spied Gary Yates, some sort of tool in hand, cleaning up trash from the edge of the property in the dark. I prayed that God would bless his day. No sooner were the words out of my mouth when I spotted Christiane Beinroth traversing the parking lot, teaching materials in tow, so I entered the elementary building and shut off the alarm to save her some time and effort. It was maybe 6:45 a.m. and the faithful were already rolling in.<br><br>In my office I prepared for the week, printing out the Verse of the Week (Letter M, this week: My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. ~ Psalm 121:2), finding the cartoon and the verse of the day for the Faculty Lounge, preparing the coffee maker to brew and the electric kettle to boil, and taking down all of last week's notices to prepare for this week's editions. Paula Lange called to say that Daphnie Selph was without power and that part of a tree had fallen and damaged her home and garage, so she would be delayed in arrival, if she could make it in at all. Needless to say, Daphnie and Tony were on our hearts this morning as we met and prayed as a staff.<br><br>On the sidewalk, I discovered, with Amy Turk's help, that pieces of our overhang near the office entrance were being ripped down by the high winds. Mike Veader and I worked the elementary doors to keep them from being blown of their hinges as students arrived. Isabelle Morales screamed, "I can't see!" and managed to clear the tresses blown onto her face enough to maneuver to the lower elementary door into the calm of the hallway. We laughed.<br><br>Once school got underway, Nathan McFarland waged a mighty battle with our office photocopier on behalf of the staff who sought in vain to find one machine that would produce double-sided, stapled copies for their classes. At one point, I thought he would dismember the stubbornly malfunctioning equipment with his bare hands, but he must have heard from God and decided to grant it mercy. Later, he found a picture of the incomparable Peter Wildes puffing away on the baritone during a past concert. The expression on Peter's face is priceless and makes one laugh or at least smile. Jen and Nate laughed and let some of the Monday mania out of their systems.<br><br>I ate lunch in the cafeteria today with the first grade boys. They invited me to sit at their table since last Friday I had sat with the first grade girls at their table, and in the interest of fairness and equal time, I moved to the chair they had appointed for me. There is a big difference between eating lunch with first grade boys and girls. The girls plied me with pieces of cookies and brownies and chips and other lunchtime delicacies as they chattered away about what a world without boys would be like (they said I could be in that world though, and Emma Fenner decided her father and her Poppy could be included too). The boys, on the other hand, talked about more serious things, like what a spork was and what they did and did not like in their lunches as they made more mess than the girls did and kept an eye on Coach Lynch, wondering when he would dismiss them to recess and where it would be. <br><br>Now it is afternoon and I have reassured Mrs. Lange once again that she is an invaluable member of our school family and that I will not be firing her any time soon, if I can help it. She is an amazing lady with an eye for detail and her discernment is acute; she fulfills many roles here at GGCA and we depend on her to keep us sharp. The school up the street may have Mother Mary Lange, but we have Mother Paula Lange, and we think that is infinitely better.<br><br>So where is this all going? Well, I thought I would just take a few moments to give you some insight to a Monday morning here at GGCA. Gray clouds are scudding across the sky right now, and Pastor Hadley is in our lobby watching them with some other folks who are here dealing with post-recess injuries that require ice and phone calls home to concerned mommies. People are smiling. I am happy because we have two new students who have started school today - Kevin and Alex Iten. They seem like great additions to our eighth and tenth grades, respectively, and I am hoping that they make friends and become part of the warp and woof, the fabric of our school body. <br><br>We all have our hopes for our sons and daughters, our students, and we have no idea what a day holds for them when they walk out the door and into the school. We believe that God will be faithful to His promises and watch over them while they are out of our sight, and that they will grow up to know how to walk with Him and make godly decisions when nobody is around checking up on them. What holds us when all us fails? Love. God's love. And in the end of it all today, that is what I am sensing here in our school. It's here. The love of God. In the smallest details of our day. Wherever I have been in my journeys throughout the school today, I have encountered that love, though, like Jacob, I can in hindsight say, "The LORD (love) was in this place and I knew it not." What a school we have. God is here. Love is here. I just needed to rub the sleepiness out of my Monday eyes to see it.]]></description>
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				<title>Can anything good come out of Nazareth?</title>
				<description><![CDATA[When I was thirteen years old, I transferred from an affluent school district into Southern Maine Christian School, a new school meeting in a former Catholic building called the St. Louis Home. My new classroom was a room across the hall from the kitchen that served the cafeteria. I had the only traditional school desk - the old school wooden kind with the seat attached to the desk which had a top that opened. My classmates sat around tables on mismatched chairs. There were no lockers or intercoms, no bells or drinking fountains like I was used to. We had old, second hand books. My teacher sat a table and wrote on a chalkboard that had seen better days in its youth. I stayed in the same classroom all day except for lunch and recess. There was no band, no sports, no school bus to pick me up and take me home every day - no anything that I had been accustomed to in my nice public school. It would seem I had been deprived of much.<br><br>Yet I thrived.<br><br>I discovered that God had given me a good mind and that I had value in the eyes of God and my teachers. I learned a lot and became a straight-A student. I moved with my family to Lenox, Massachusetts and attended Stevens Christian School where I continued to grow as a student, graduating as valedictorian of both my high school and Bible college classes before moving on into community college and then a four year college where I graduated summa cum laude. I do not say this to exalt myself, but to point out that, yes, something good can come out of Nazareth.<br><br>Two thousand years ago, Nazareth was an unremarkable, provincial town. There was nothing special about Nazareth. People did not move to Nazareth for the good schools, the cultural offerings, or any other quality of life amenities. Joseph and Mary may have moved there to be close to relatives and for Joseph to do carpentry work. It was not the likely place for a messiah-king to grow up, yet Luke's gospel tells us that Jesus grew in wisdom, stature, and in favor with God and men while living in Nazareth. His heavenly Father prepared him to overcome the world in humble Nazareth.<br><br>Southern Maine Christian School, Stevens Christian School, Greater Grace Christian Academy - all of these may appear by sight to be a Nazareth. A school in a former shopping plaza in northeast Baltimore? With no acres of green athletic fields? Can anything good come out of such a place? <br><br>Oh, well, maybe the students there will get some good Bible teaching, because it is a Christian school, after all, and there is a church and Bible college on the same campus, so it ought to have some decent Bible teachers...but students at that school probably aren't getting a very good academic education...I mean, well, just look at the place. And everyone knows that if a school has an emphasis on spirituality then it probably is going to sacrifice something academically, especially when students are challenged to go to Bible college and become missionaries and pastors...I mean, really, how much education do you need to do that? If I want my child to have a chance to get somewhere in life, maybe I should consider some other bigger school where there are more sports and more college preparatory classes. I went to public schools and I turned out okay, right?<br><br>My hackles rise when people intimate that Greater Grace Christian Academy students are being slighted academically because we place a value on spirituality and considering the call of God to Bible college education. I am also riled up by those who feel that academics are unimportant because someone is going to be a pastor or a missionary. Why do people think that academics and spirituality are mutually exclusive, that one must suffer at the expense of the other? Jesus was spiritual and academically learned - he grew in wisdom (academics) and stature (he physically matured) and in favor with God (spirituality) and men (social growth). As children of our heavenly Father, we can be academically brilliant and spiritually vibrant, and at GGCA we desire each student to achieve in all areas. This is why our curriculum meets or exceeds state standards. This is why we are constantly working to improve not only our curriculum, but also our pedagogy as we send teachers to conferences, workshops, and universities for training and bring experts to our school for in-service teacher training. This is why even students who may seem merely average when judged by their high school grades outperform their college classmates, elicit commendation from their professors, and receive scholarships for their academic excellence. <br><br>Did you know that in addition to physical education, four years of English, two years of foreign language, four half-years of computer (resulting in MOS certification), three years of science (including chemistry and physics), three years of social studies (including government and economics), and three years of mathematics (including pre-calculus) we now offer our students courses in composition, speech, and apologetics to prepare them for college? Our students also attend Bible class or chapel every school day, participate in community outreach, and have the opportunity in their senior year to be dually enrolled in college classes. They are exposed to the lives of godly men and women throughout the school day and are encouraged to compete in sports after school and to participate in Christian youth activities at home and on weekends and throughout the summer. There are abundant opportunities for young men and women to make their own which will prepare them spiritually, academically, socially, and physically for whatever God has in store for them in this life. Sadly, some cannot see their opportunities here in Nazareth.<br><br>So, do I think that any good thing can come out of Nazareth? <br>Heck, yeah! ]]></description>
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				<title>Nickels and Dimes</title>
				<description><![CDATA[Listening to Pastor Schaller speak last night about living a prepared life, I thought of something I had written to a student just yesterday morning. He, like other students, was having difficulty finding the time and motivation to get his schoolwork done. I encouraged him to think about his high school education as preparation for his life beyond high school. I likened doing schoolwork to dropping the loose change in one's pockets into a jar on a bureau. Individually, the coins don't have a lot of value, but collectively they could be converted into something of great value in due time. Instead of of squandering the nickels and dimes on candy or bags of chips, saving enough of them could result in the purchase of steak dinner at Ruth Chris! Doing schoolwork on a daily basis may seem tedious and not of much value, but when you think of it as little deposits of preparation for the future and have faith that God will bless your obedience to prepare, it helps now and pays dividends in the future.<br><br>A few years ago, God put it on my heart to return to school and pursue a second degree, this time in accounting. When I was finishing up my Bible college education back in the early 1980s, I had to decide whether to go to college and study to become a teacher or an accountant. I chose the education route and have been teaching ever since, but God sent me back to school to study accounting. At first, it seemed like something interesting to do in order to have a second source of income, and I took the classes only halfway seriously, just enjoying being a student again in a community college setting. I was teaching accounting in GGCA at the time, and the knowledge enriched me as a teacher. But when I had taken all the courses I could at the community college level, I had to decide to make the leap to a four-year college and go after a bachelor's degree. I had no money to pay for tuition, but I put in my application to the University of Baltimore by faith, telling God there would have to be divine provisions for me to go or I would simply stop my accounting studies.<br><br>My application was accepted. Because I had joined an honors fraternity at the community college, the University of Baltimore gave me a 75% reduction in tuition. Still, the 25% remaining tuition cost was beyond my means, so I told God that I wasn't going to continue my education. Then a letter came informing me that I was being given a grant that would lower my tuition to $1000, which was all the money I had to my name. I really didn't want to use that money for school, but I felt that God was trying to nudge me into going to school by bringing in the money, so I decided to go. Once I decided to go, another letter arrived in the mail saying that I could receive a brand new scholarship for accounting students if I wrote a letter and explained my circumstances. I got the scholarship. It was for exactly $1000. By this time, I got the idea that God had some sort of plan and purpose in my continuing education, so I went and did my very best, since future scholarships and grants depended upon my earning good grades.<br><br>The following year, my senior year, God miraculously provided money again and I was in school full-time while teaching full-time in the high school. Every moment of my time was consumed with teaching, studying, attending church, sleeping, and trying to do laundry and keep myself fed. As I approached the end of my studies, the questions started coming - "So what are you going to do once you graduate? Stop teaching? Be an accountant?" I honestly did not know. What began as innocently taking classes for interest was now becoming a serious possible change of careers, and I was on my knees asking God, "What am I supposed to do? Why did you open the door for all this education? What is the purpose of all this preparation?" I was getting recognition from faculty members for my work and encouragement to attend career fairs and start lining up interviews with accounting firms, but I had no clear idea that is what God wanted. I dutifully attended the career fairs and gathered information and studied my brains out to pass exams just in case God said, "Leave GGCA and go thou forth and do accounting in the firm I have set before thee." Preparation, preparation, preparation - but for what? I was digging the ditches, gathering the vessels to collect the oil, and dipping in the Jordan River seventy times seven times begging God for clear direction for my life. I told God that whatever He asked, I would do it.<br><br>And that is how I ended up principal of GGCA. I never saw it coming. The preparation was not to become an accountant but to be ready to answer God's calling. <br><br>So I understand the confusion that students feel wondering where everything is going and what the purpose of doing all the schoolwork is. It's like Pastor Schaller said - preparation requires faith and obedience, and sometimes you have to be cool with the fact that God isn't going to tip His hand until you are truly ready to hear from Him. We may not see the purpose in the preparation, but that doesn't mean it is pointless to prepare, because one day you'll be very glad you faithfully saved all those nickels and dimes and wrote the answers to all those review problems. God honors preparation with blessing.]]></description>
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				<title>Side-by-Side</title>
				<description><![CDATA[This is one of those entries that I start writing with only a vague notion in mind as to where it is headed. The title, Side-by-Side, was the first thing I wrote. Sometimes I don't have a title for my blog entry until after I have finished writing - the title emerges from what I have written. But today I am hoping that the reverse will prove to be true - the blog entry will be inspired to emerge from the title I have given it.<br><br>Side-by-Side suggested itself to me as a title because today I am taking delivery of a new side-by-side refrigerator. No, I am not living the lifestyle of the rich and famous in my 14 x 70 manufactured home in Essex, buying new appliances willy-nilly with my exorbitant salary and fabulous wealth from Wall Street investments and the Dunbar family fortune (my father would laugh at that notion). <br><br>No, I am going into debt to purchase a new refrigerator to replace the old one that has mysteriously developed the personality of a stinky old crank. It has been arbitrarily deciding to shut off its freezer for hours at a time, defrosting my food and converting all my ice cubes into a solid berg that destroyed the ice maker. Both refrigerator and freezer reek with a pungent Italian dressing and pickle juice odor which has defied my ritual cleansings and ministrations of Arm & Hammer baking soda. Any foods not securely shielded by layers of plastic have been infected by this stench, and after months of this, I am tired of butter and other foods that taste like they have been sitting in a fast food condiment bar.<br><br>So, I have decided to take the side-by-side route to refrigeration happiness. I will enjoy having filtered water pour out the door and having my foods stay frozen and taste like they should. And what does this have to do with school or education? Hmmm... Amos 3:3 comes to mind. I think this verse is a key one for learning: "Can two walk together except they be agreed?" Education is a meeting of two minds- the mind of the student and the mind of the teacher. The learner tries to get inside the mind and thinking of the teacher and the teacher tries to get into the mind and thinking of the learner. When there is a meeting of the minds, a transfer of knowledge and wisdom can occur. Education is difficult when the teacher makes no effort to know the minds of her students or the student makes no attempt to know the mind of his teacher. Philippians 2:5 says, "Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus." We know that God knows our minds and knows us intimately already. We know that God's thoughts are higher than our thoughts (Isaiah 55:9) and that He says, "Take my yoke upon you and learn of Me" (Matthew 11:29). If I remember correctly, taking Christ's yoke upon ourselves means to come under His way of thinking, so to learn of Him, we need to get into His mind and His thoughts. And how can we do that without coming into agreement and walking with Him, side-by-side, as our teacher? <br><br>Side-by-side, walking in agreement education...the teacher and the student having a meeting of their minds...the teacher building upon the thoughts of the student and the student receiving the thoughts of the teacher to build understanding. Teaching is a relationship, and we all know from experience that relationships work better through cooperation and submission to one another than coercion and imposition upon each other. Like a good side-by-side refrigerator, good education is cool, doesn't stink, and can be a source of refreshment. (And you didn't think I could pull off the extended metaphor...)]]></description>
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				<title>It's Twenty-Ten Already!</title>
				<description><![CDATA[2010. Two thousand ten. Twenty-ten. Here we are at the beginning of a brand new decade. I have been alive for part of the 60s, all of the 70s, 80s, 90s, and 00s, and now I am starting the 10s! My grandparents were born in the last century during the 10s, and two of them are still alive and hoping the Lord Jesus returns soon to take them away in the Rapture of the saints. I'd like that too.<br><br>We have three weeks before the second quarter of school ends here at GGCA. I hope that the students are doing their level best to stay on top of their schoolwork and are applying themselves to learning. Last night in church, Pastor Scibelli spoke about how our school is one where we honor and teach The Book (a.k.a The Bible), because with all the knowledge we are learning, we need divine wisdom. Boy, do we ever need divine wisdom! I speak as a guy who is desperate for divine wisdom in his job, in his relationships, in his finances, in all of his decisions. Without divine wisdom, I blunder from one bad decision to another and stray from God and truth. I know that God is always with me and never, no never, ever leaves me or forsakes me, but am I always with Him? That's the question! Am I taking advantage of God's divine wisdom to make decisions that keep me with God, walking along the same pathway in the same direction, agreeing with Him? Or am I wandering off on my own misguided, crooked trail into the wilderness where I leave myself susceptible to all the dangers there?<br><br>Here it is, 2010 already, and I have been alive 48 years, three months, and about one week now. I am blessed to have been raised in a Christian home by godly parents and to have been part of this church and school for thirty-five years. My prayer for this next decade, this next year, this next month, this next moment is that God will be my source of wisdom and guidance and that He will keep me walking by His side as He has kept my grandparents and my parents for all the decades they have been alive. I pray that our school will continue to be a place where students can learn divine wisdom from The Book and follow God for the rest of their lives.<br><br>Happy New Year!]]></description>
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				<title>It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I am sitting here in my office at school with Pandora Radio streaming The Carol of the Bells through my computer speakers. Mr. Colby has arrived to do some work in the peace and quiet of his student-less classroom and Mr. Schunck has dropped in to check that he has not left on Christmas lights and computers in his lab downstairs. Mrs. Lange is down the hallway from me working away on school stuff, and I am counting the hours and minutes until my flight leaves the tarmac at BWI airport and whisks me away to Maine to spend Christmas with my family.<br><br>I called the WBAL and WRBS radio stations to ask them to announce that GGCA would be closed today. The WRBS, I mean, SHINE FM deejay asked me when our Christmas break begins and when I told him that it was to begin tomorrow, he quipped, "So, it really began last Friday," and I smiled and answered, "Yes." I was not expecting to be closed these last two days of school before the break. The weather reports at this time last week were saying that the chance of snow was only 30 percent, so I had serious doubts and did not get my hopes up one iota. It wasn't until last Friday morning when the forecasters were saying that the chance of snow was 100 percent and that snowfall accumulations would be at least 6 inches that I began planning for a snowy Saturday. When I left school Friday afternoon, the snowfall totals had risen to at least a foot of snow, and the snowstorm madness seized the populace and drove them to pillage the stores for enough bread, milk, and toilet paper to survive a potential Ice Age. It was a long drive home, because everyone was rushing to get to their homes and hunker down to wait for the first flakes to flutter down.<br><br>Saturday I awoke to see a beautiful pristine blanket of white covering the yard and my car. I was content to read a book, bake brown sugar cookies, and make some goodies dipped in white and dark chocolate which I intended to bring to school on Monday to feed to my staff. I watched syrupy feel-good Christmas movies on the Hallmark channel after I came in from making a first attempt to shovel my walk and uncover my car. I knew from the GGWO website that all three services were still  a go for the next day, and I did not want to have to wake up before the sun to shovel out my car so I could get to the 8:30 service.<br><br>Sunday morning came and I discovered that all the snow I had shoveled away had been replaced, so I went out and managed to get my car out of the snowbank and into the two ruts running down the center of my little lane, pointed in the direction of the church. When I arrived at the campus, the lot was plowed, but there were very few cars and I knew then that we were probably going to have more people in church via the webcast than in person. Ah, well... I decided that I would be available to do whatever needed  to be done to help pull off the morning services. It turned out that besides singing with the worship team, I also sang with the team for the offering and then led the closing song, something I had never done before.<br><br>In keeping with the spirit of availability, I returned to the church at 2:30 and rehearsed for the Christmas drama that I had been asked that morning to be part of. I ended up playing Joseph in a little tableau, just like my nephew Colby did in the GGCA Christmas program! I enjoyed the opportunity to act again. I ended up bringing nearly all of my Christmas baking to the church cookie party after the evening service, since it was likely school would be cancelled Monday and possibly Tuesday too. Mrs. Lange brought me some of her sticky toffee pudding she had made for the GGCA staff Christmas party that was supposed to be Saturday night. I am having it today for my after lunch dessert.<br><br>So, here I am back in school for a few more hours. I am truly looking forward to seeing my niece and six nephews, my two brothers, my sister, their spouses, my mom and dad, and my two living grandparents who are in their nineties. I miss my Grammy Dunbar at this time of year, because she always made Christmas magical for us when we were little tykes. With her snow white hair, she could have been Mrs. Santa Claus as far as we were concerned. She always slept over at our house on Christmas Eve and was one of the first ones awake Christmas morning. She was famous for receiving a gift and saying things like, "What? Not another gift for me. I told you not to waste your money!" She was one of the most giving people I have ever known and I look forward to seeing her in heaven again someday.<br><br>I will arrive in Maine tonight sometime after 10:30 pm and I expect that there will be a Tupperware box of frosted sugar cookies cut into bells, trees, stars, and Santas sitting out on the kitchen counter when I arrive, and I will eat at least two before going to bed. Tomorrow I will visit my sister and try to fix her computer problems which always seem to crop up just before I visit in the summer and at Christmas. I will wrap all the gifts I purchased online and had shipped to Maine and I will try and slide them under the Christmas tree with the others already there. Perhaps my mom will ask me to help her cook something or run to the grocery store to pick up a few items. My dad will definitely want me to look at his malfunctioning printer (don't tell him, but I bought him a new one for Christmas that should give him no trouble for a long time). Maybe I will go over to my grandparents' house to say hello and run an errand for them.<br><br>I love my family in Maine. I love my family here in Maryland too - my school family, my church family - all of you are precious to me. You are the ones who keep me coming back here, because God knew that my call to be here would be difficult if there was no family for me here. Thanks for letting me be part of your lives.<br><br>Have a merry Christmas and I expect to see all of you New Year's Eve in church or soon thereafter!]]></description>
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				<title>A thrill of hope...</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I like those lyrics from "O Holy Night" my favorite Christmas carol: "A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!" For those of you who do not know me very well, allow me to confess that I am not an excitable person. I don't get giddy or effervesce with enthusiasm, except perhaps in my writing or when I am playing a role in a play that calls for me to be bubbly. I haven't been little-kid excited about Christmas for years, but this year I am, and I don't rightly know why.<br><br>I think that part of the reason is the Christmas music I've been hearing and singing in church. I have such great anticipation for the elementary Christmas play tonight and the GGCA band's offering songs. I have been hearing about what a blessing the singers and musicians have been in the nursing and retirement homes where they have been performing. I am so proud of our kids! I am pleased with Mrs. Janssen's and Mr. Smith's work with the GGCA students, and I am grateful to the elementary teachers for all the time they have given to help with the rehearsals. I am so pleased with our parents who have pitched in with homemade costumes. <br><br>Another reason I get a warm fuzzy feeling inside is the outpouring of love through the Christmas shoeboxes for Ugandan orphans and the Christmas cards and cookies for our military personnel. The heart of God is so big that it can hold all of us and fill us all with so much Christmas love and joy that we overflow and pour it out into the lives of others. It gives me that thrill of hope the song speaks about and I want to sing! <br><br>I have the privilege of standing out on the sidewalk each morning before school begins and opening the door for the kindergarten through third graders and their parents. I see the ones who skip across the parking lot with smiles beaming, the ones who practically fall out of their cars wiping the sleep out of their eyes, the ones who grin shyly and whisper a quiet hello, the ones with teeth missing who race to the door eager to see friends and absorb knowledge like thirsty sponges, and the ones who  shoulder their serious backpacks and stoically march to their classrooms like condemned prisoners. All of them make me smile and make me so glad I have a job where I can be a doorman for our heritage. These ones, too, fill me with that thrill of hope.<br><br>Greater Grace Christian Academy is a great school! I've been part of it for over thirty years now, beginning as an eighth grader in a very humble classroom in Maine. I love our school. I believe it saved my life by showing me who I really was and that I had value in the Body of Christ. I never would have learned that in the public school I had been attending. Hope. We should all be thrilled that we have a sure and certain hope in Christ Jesus. I am so glad that my hope does not hinge upon me and my ability or faithfulness, for I am not 100% sure and certain (maybe not even 1%)! That thrills me too.<br><br>I hope that you have something from the Lord this Christmas season that is producing a thrill of hope in your life too. ]]></description>
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				<title>Bafflement</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I don't understand why people don't like to read. It is a mystery to me. I feel sad when a child says that reading is not interesting and that the only reason he says he ever reads is "I have to for school." It makes me want to whisk that child off to a library or bookstore to find and buy the one perfect book that will change his mind and help him see that reading can be an enjoyable and beneficial pastime. I hate watching students struggle through school because they have poor reading skills through lack of practice. The thing is, with reading, practice can be fun. There are so many good books out there to be read, but they have to be found. Looking for a good book is not as convenient as clicking through the TV channels with a remote control...]]></description>
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				<title>The Meek and the Mighty</title>
				<description><![CDATA[    And He shall stand and feed His flock<br>    In the strength of the LORD, <br>    In the majesty of the name of the LORD His God; <br>    And they shall abide, <br>    For now He shall be great <br>    To the ends of the earth      Micah 5:4 (The Message)<br><br>In this verse, our Savior is both a shepherd feeding His flock and a great, majestic king. I am amazed me that Jesus can be a humble, lowly shepherd and also a regal, exalted king. Jesus' story reminds me of all the tales where a simple servant is somehow the rightful king, the difference being that Jesus knew all along that he was the king and yet lived his life as a servant among the common people. He had his moments of glory, like on the mount of transfiguration, but he set aside that glory and splendor to gird himself with a towel and wash the dirty feet of his disciples. Instead of living in a palace with courtesans fawning over him and supplicants groveling at his feet, he lived the life of an itinerant preacher, traveling from village to village, healing the sick, diseased, and infirmed, and ministering to the outcasts of society.<br><br>Who were the first ones to come and worship the baby Jesus? Shepherds and kings. The Shepherd-King was recognized by his own at his birth. The meek and the mighty came and adored the one who is the Great Shepherd and the King of Kings. I thank God that we have a Lord and Savior who did not snap his fingers from his royal throne in heaven to reconcile us unto himself, but who came in the form of a man and endured everything that we as humans must face in our lives - rejection, shame, even suffering and death - to restore us to Himself. What a mighty God we serve!]]></description>
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				<title>New Mittens</title>
				<description><![CDATA[When I was a little boy, every winter I looked forward to getting new mittens. My mother bought skeins of yarn at the store, took out her knitting needles and the pattern, and asked each of us kids which two colors we wanted. The mittens were special double knit mittens that combined our two chosen colors in a tweedy looking way that made them thick and toasty warm. As she knit, she would call one of us over, from time to time, to measure a mitten against one of our hands to be sure the cuff was long enough or that the thumb was in the right place.  When she finished the mittens, she started making us matching knit caps with pom poms on top. There was nothing quite like fresh mittens and caps to get me ready for winter and outdoor play.<br><br>Do moms knit mittens and caps with pom poms any more?]]></description>
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				<title>Thankstaking</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I am hoping that this year is really a time of thanksgiving and not thankstaking. I have been reading for weeks now from the major and minor prophets in the Old Testament, and there is a common theme that runs through all these books: God blessed his children, the children took the blessing, and then the children forgot about God. We live in a country where we have so much of everything - clothing, food, all sorts of material possessions, a place to live (some folks have more than one), cars (many have more than one), money, and good education and healthcare. Sometimes we forget how fortunate, how blessed, we are to have a place to live, clothes to wear, something to eat, clean water to drink, a school to attend and get an education, medicine to take to when we get sick, and a country with decent laws and peace. There are billions of people who do not have what we all take for granted, who go to bed hungry every night and live in fear without their basic needs being met. <br><br>About thirteen years ago, I was working a summer job in Texas, and I crossed the border into Mexico to visit a tourist town to do some shopping. By accident, I got on a bus that took me outside the town where the people actually lived and I was shocked at the poverty and the living conditions I saw - crumbling cement block shacks with rusty corrugated iron roofs, roads that were just muddy ruts in between the trash and weed filled yards, and mangy, scrawny dogs loping around scrounging for some scraps of food. I was a little scared to be there and the residents were all wondering why I had come there. I felt guilty for haggling with the shopkeepers over already low prices for bargains when I saw how little these people had. I felt even guiltier when I crossed back over the border, got into my air conditioned van, and drove to my hotel which was a mansion in comparison to what I had just seen.<br><br>When I go to sleep at night, I often thank God that I have a bed to sleep in and a roof over my head. I thank Him for what little food I have in my cupboards, for my dented up car that runs despite its looks, and for my job and my church and my family. There are billions of people who would gladly trade places with me and consider themselves extremely fortunate. All I have has been given to me by a loving God, and I sometimes wonder how it is that I am so blessed to live here in a suburb of Baltimore instead of a slum in Calcutta. Why me, Lord?<br><br>So, I am hoping that we all remember that it is a time to give thanks and not take what we have been given for granted. I hope we don't have to learn the value of what we have by having it taken away.]]></description>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 01:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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				<title>Taco Salad Friday</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I decided to title today's blog "Taco Salad Friday" because that is what I have on my mind and I thought it sounded sort of interesting. I have been looking forward to eating the Fellowship Hall's taco salad all week. It is reaaaaaaaallllly good! I bought my meal card on Monday and I have just one more unpunched space on my card that I have been saving expressly for the purpose of getting a taco salad. I also have my free drink space to use up, so I hope they have root beer today too.<br><br>It is fun to make plans and to have something to look forward to. It is not so fun when plans fall through and wishes go unfulfilled. Sad to say, but this happens more than I would like. I can plan, plan, plan, hope, hope, hope, wish, wish, wish all I want, but there's always a pretty good chance that things won't come out the way I'd like them to. ((Sigh.))<br><br>Life is uncertain. We make plans to go on a vacation only to wake up the day of the trip with the flu and have to stay home in bed. We plan to buy a new couch, but then the car breaks down and we have to spend the money we had saved to get the car fixed. We plan to hang out with a friend, but the friend forgets and never shows up at the coffee shop where we were going to meet. It seems like we can't count on other people, things, or even ourselves.<br><br>The only thing I have learned that I can count on is the faithfulness of God. I was looking through a concordance this morning for the NIV translation of the Bible, and I saw that the word "unfailing" appeared over and over in scripture only in reference to God - to his unfailing love and his unfailing kindness. God's love never fails and God never fails to love us. God's love is perfect and his ways are perfect and his plan is perfect no matter how it seems to me in a moment of time.<br><br><b><i>"Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the LORD's purpose that prevails." (Proverbs 19:21)</b></i><br><br>When my plans fall through, I may be disappointed, but God's purpose prevails. I may walk around like mopey dope, my face looking like a little storm cloud, but God's plans are proceeding to their ultimate goal. If I put my faith and trust in anything but Him, I am certain to be let down, because I can't count on anyone or anything but the God who loves me. I can count on God to love me, to be kind to me, to treat me as a dear child and discipline me when necessary, to supply all my needs according to His riches in Christ Jesus, to be faithful to every promise He has made to me, to never leave me nor forsake me... the list goes on and on.<br><br>So, I may or may not get my taco salad today. In the grand plan of God, that detail has already been accounted for and woven into the tapestry of His plan for my life. I can't count on sour cream and salsa, but I can be certain that God will be at work conforming me to the image of his dear Son, even if I momentarily become sullen and morose. I thank God that his plan is based on his faithfulness and not dependent upon mine. God is good!]]></description>
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				<title>Where is the love?</title>
				<description><![CDATA[Over the years, an number of songs have been written with this title, asking, "Where is the love?" This musical question is one that I sometimes find myself thinking about as I hear about problems that exist between students in our school. Where is the love? I can see where the world is wondering where the love is, because the world lives in denial of God who is love and therefore does not know true love.<br><br>But we are Christians, right? Followers of Christ? You know - the man who was love incarnate? God with skin on? The one who loved and valued us enough to be glad to die for us? The one who was rejected, despised, spit upon, lied about, mocked, beaten, bruised, hated, tortured, and brutally executed in our place? Yeah, that guy. Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, the Redeemer, the one and only Son of God, the Lamb of God that took away the sins of the world. The one who cared enough to step in and save me from the eternal agonies of hell. I think we all know who I am talking about now.<br><br>"Let me give you a new command: Love one another. In the same way I loved you, you love one another. This is how everyone will recognize that you are my disciples-when they see the love you have for each other." John 13:34-35<br><br>"This is my command: Love one another the way I loved you." John 15:12<br><br>"For this is the original message we heard: We should love each other." 1 John 3:11<br><br>I think the message is very clear - we are to love one another the way that Jesus Christ loved each of us. So, my question stands: "Where is the love?"<br><br>Jesus laid down his life and suffered in our place. He took what he did not deserve so that he could give us what we do not deserve, which is his righteousness and his holiness, so that we can stand by grace 100% accepted in God's sight, even though we do not live 100% perfect, righteous, holy lives.<br><br>Jesus did not command his disciples to mock, to spit on, to reject, to beat on our fellow Christians. He didn't even say to do that to our enemies! He said that people would know we are Christians by the love we have for one another.<br><br>I am saddened and also angry when I hear about Christians in our school who think it is okay, even cool and funny, to mock and ridicule and torment other students for things they have said or done or for the way they are or how they look. What's up with that? Where is the love in that? Jesus saved us from hell and accepted us in Him so we could turn around and put people through hell on earth and make them feel rejected? I really don't get it, unless I think about the fact that maybe some people who call themselves Christians really are not, or there are carnal Christians in our midst who aren't living Spirit-filled lives, but living according to the spirit of the world, the same world that hated and crucified Christ.<br><br>Okay. I have gotten this off my chest. God help me not be like the man who was forgiven the billion dollar debt by the king and then turned around and threw the man who owed him ten bucks into prison. I hope he keeps us all mindful that we are sinners, saved by grace, and that we have no right to treat anybody any other way than how God has treated us - with love and grace and amazing forgiveness that we do not deserve.<br><br>Love one another. That is a commandment, not from me, but from the one to whom we owe our very lives...]]></description>
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				<title>Understanding</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I have been thinking a little bit about understanding lately, because I have spent a few weekends at educational conferences since school began, and understanding has come up more than once. In the 28th chapter of the book of Job, this question is asked twice: "Where does wisdom come from? And where is the place of understanding?"<br><br>Knowledge is not understanding. We all know people who know a lot of things and can pass tests on those things they know, but they don't necessarily understand the knowledge they have and therefore can't explain it to someone else - all they know is a lot of answers to test questions. If you know how to spell a lot of words and can define them too, but never use them in your writing or speaking, and can't use that knowledge of words to help you comprehend what you are reading, do you really have understanding?<br><br>"Happy is the man that findeth wisdom, and the man that getteth understanding." (Proverbs 3:13) My challenge to all of us, myself included, is to get understanding. Understanding lasts and lasts, but knowledge is easily forgotten. I want us all to understand who God is, who we are in relationship to Him, and what His eternal purpose is for our lives. I'd also really love for us all to understand what we read, how to communicate via the written and spoken word, how to do math, how to really think biblically and logically, and how to use technology to communicate and gain greater understanding. I think we can do some of this here in school. GGCA is not here to train future Jeopardy! champions who have lots of random knowledge kicking around in their craniums, but to produce young men and women of deep understanding who lean not on their own understanding, but receive understanding from the Lord God of all wisdom and understanding (Job 32:8).]]></description>
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				<title>Winning</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I went to the boys' and girls' championship games this past weekend. We may not have won the games, but I was won over by the mighty efforts of our GGCA athletes. I did not walk away from the games feeling disappointed, because I had seen young men and women give their all and that made me proud. I say it is no shame to give 110 percent and walk away without a first place trophy. Our guys and girls can hold their heads up and move on with their lives knowing that what happens on a soccer field or volleyball court does not define them as winners or losers. <br><br>Sure, it's awesome to win and to feel the exhilarating rush of victory as fans cheer and your teammates celebrate. But I like to think that we don't play sports just to collect a banner or a trophy or to get people's admiration. I hope that we play sports for the same reason we do other things as Christians - to develop and use the gifts and talents God has blessed us with, to participate in an activity with fellow members of Christ's body, and to get to know God as we seek to glorify Him. We can do this in our classrooms, in a chapel service, evangelizing on the streets of Baltimore, playing in the band - or even in the five short minutes between classes when we take a moment to bless someone with a moment of edification.<br><br>Yeah, it would have been awesome to beat Redeemer in the championships. Very awesome. But we didn't. Still, I don't feel like we lost. We fought the good fight, we never quit, and revealed greater grace under pressure. Thanks for some great games, athletes! Best of luck in the state tournaments this week.]]></description>
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				<title>Holy, Holy, Holy</title>
				<description><![CDATA[Have you ever thought that God was trying to tell you something? I have.<br><br>"Be holy as I am holy."<br><br>Great, God, just great. <br>I am so NOT holy. <br>Holy holiness! How can I be holy? <br>(I can't even be halfway good most of the time, so how can I be holy?)<br><br>God is holy and I am nowhere near being like Him.<br>The standard of holiness is just too high for me. <br>(Heavy sigh.)<br><br>I know this is from my everyday experience - my thoughts, my attitudes, my habits - so many of them are so much dross. The Holy Spirit convicts me and I beg God's forgiveness and move on with my life by grace. The Spirit whispers, "Be holy as I am holy."<br><br>I know this from the messages I hear from the pulpit and even on the radio as I am driving in to school. Last night, Pastor Schaller spoke from 2 Corinthians 6 and told us how God expects us to come out and be separate from the world. This morning I heard a preacher talking about being sanctified and conformed to Christ's image.<br><br>The biblical idea of holiness is separateness - being set apart from the uncleanness of the world unto the purity of God. Sometimes I feel like Isaiah saying, "Woe is me for I am undone! I am a man of unclean lips." And I know how how David felt when he said, "Create in me a clean heart, O God." There are times when I feel like I should be shouting like a leper, "Unclean! Unclean!" I don't feel all that pure at those moments.<br><br>Even though God asks us to do things we cannot do, He does not ask us to be something that we can't be in Him. The things I am asked to do, but cannot, He does Himself in and through me. And the commandment to be holy is fulfilled by God giving me His own perfect, pure, holy righteousness. So even in my leprous moments, God still sees me as holy. My experience in this present evil world may not be living up to the standard of absolute holiness, but my standing in Christ does not change one iota. <br><br>It is my desire to be holy in my experience - to be set apart from the world and its way of thinking - so that I am clean within and without, pleasing to God in thought, word, and deed, living the eternal life of God now, not just in the great hereafter.<br><br>God, I don't want to be just good. I want to be holy as you are holy, free to be in the world, but not of it. Thanks for keeping after me, for never giving up on me. You are faithful to all you have promised.]]></description>
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				<title>Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head</title>
				<description><![CDATA[It was hard getting out of bed this morning. The weather having cooled considerably made my comforter oh-so warm and snuggly... I looked at my yellow moonbeam alarm clock and saw it was 5:30, so I closed my eyes... and opened them again to see that it was 5:45. Where did those fifteen minutes go?<br><br>I steeled myself for the cold air that would embrace my body as soon as I threw the covers aside, then forced myself out of bed and made a beeline to my closet where I flailed around in its dark recesses hoping to lay my hands on the bathrobe I had not worn since last spring. Once wrapped in my fuzzy robe, I managed to find my way into the living room and lay my hands on my iPod Touch before I realized that I had left my spectacles on the nightstand beside my bed. Usually I settle on the sofa for my morning Bible reading, but today it turned out that I would have to return to bed with the iPod to find out what happened next in 2 Chronicles, Ezekiel, and John.<br><br>As it turned out, Solomon dedicated the temple and lifted up an awesome prayer of thanksgiving to God, Ezekiel gave even more precise measurements of the temple than he had the day before, and Jesus managed to offend Jewish religious leaders by healing a man on the Sabbath. That Jesus! Always doing the right thing on the wrong days and making supposedly righteous men want to kill him... <br><br>So, for the second time this morning, I had to stir myself out of bed. This time I told myself that I really needed to wash my hair before school, so I made a dash to the shower, turned on the water to get it heated, and used my electric shaver to chop down my stubble in the meantime. The shower was wonderfully warm, but it had to end at some point, so out I came, dressed, and drove to school.<br><br>At 8 o'clock I went outside to greet elementary students, and as soon as my feet hit the sidewalk, it began to rain. This was not a warm shower like I had had at home. It was a multitude of cold raindrops driven by a blustery wind, spattering my pant legs and shirtsleeves, drizzling down the lenses of my glasses, and re-rinsing my freshly washed hair. Eventually I remembered that I had an umbrella in my car and used it to keep myself from getting completely soaked, but by then I was chilled and damp and looking forward to getting back inside where it was warm and dry.<br><br>Which makes me wonder about Jesus and his walking on the water that I read about yesterday morning when it wasn't so hard to get out of bed. Did he get wet? Was he cold out there in the middle of the stormy lake? Or was he miraculously warm and dry when he came striding through the waves and climbed into the boat? And why did the disciples take off without Jesus in the first place? John says that when it got dark, the disciples cast off for Capernaum leaving Jesus somewhere up in the hills by himself. Did they get impatient? How was Jesus supposed to get back to Capernaum? Walk? <br><br>I think it is interesting that when they left Jesus a storm blew up and kept them from getting home, but when Jesus arrived on the scene and got into the boat, they got home in almost no time at all. I find that in my own life, when I decide not to wait on Jesus and set off on my own, I lose my way pretty fast and wind up sailing into some pretty rough seas that I can't handle on my own. And it isn't until I turn and see Jesus strolling through the storm like it's a walk in the park on a summer's day, that everything turns around and I find peace. Sometimes I can just sail right out of the place of peace where God has me resting and waiting on Him and get myself caught in a squall - and that's what my life is like without Christ - an out of control storm designed to drag me down to the ocean depths.<br><br>Jesus, remind me to keep you in my boat and remind me that even if it seems like you are sleeping while I am perishing, as long as you are in the boat, I can have rest and peace.]]></description>
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				<title>I Stink!</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I was hoping that might get your attention. I Stink! is the title of one of the books I may be reading to some first graders this afternoon during library time. Library time is usually Mrs. Lange's gig, but since she is out of the country, I am the reader during library time today, and I have picked out some books that I think are pretty funny and cool to share with the first, second, and third graders. I'm hoping they like them as much as I do, or it is going to be a L O O O O O N G afternoon in the old library. (By the way, I Stink! is the story of a garbage truck and it includes an alphabetical list of the garbage he likes to eat.) Some of the other titles I have chosen include: The Runaway Dinner (Melvin the sausage decides he doesn't want to be eaten by a boy named Banjo Cannon, so he runs away); Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus! (a pigeon begs, wheedles, and cajoles readers to let him drive a public transit bus); Mail Harry to the Moon! (a boy whose life has been invaded by his new baby brother, Harry, believes he has somehow wished him away to the moon and goes to rescue him); and Help Me, Mr. Mutt! (a dog advice columnist answers dogs' questions about problems they have and angers a cat who calls herself The Queen). Did you notice that many of the titles end in an exclamation point?<br><br>I am hoping that the students will discover that reading isn't all just learning how to read and answering a bunch of comprehension questions, but that reading is an enjoyable pastime. There are lots of great stories out there waiting to be read. I especially hope to reach some of the boys, since research tells us that the number of boys who read is steadily decreasing, and that's bad, because research also shows that academic achievement in school can be directly connected to reading ability, and reading ability is developed through...(can you believe it?)...READING! When you look at our society, you see that more and more boys are dropping out of school and getting into trouble and less and less boys are going on to college. I think part of the problem is that boys aren't reading like they used to and the language centers of their brains aren't developing enough to be successful in school and in jobs where literacy is important (which is most of the good jobs nowadays).<br><br>When people ask me how to improve their SAT and ACT scores, I tell them to read and do all their math homework and work on understanding what you read and what you are doing in math. Memorizing a bunch of words and learning a bunch of formulas may help some, but a lifetime of reading, writing, and plugging away at math is what gets you higher scores on these tests.<br><br>I also think of back in medieval times when only a few people were literate. The people who could read and write had all the power. What do tyrants do when they want to keep people from getting ahead? They don't let them learn to read or write. I am saddened when I hear that students don't like to read and don't want to write, because they are setting themselves up to be the tail and not the head (Deuteronomy 28:13), and they may end up at the mercy of somebody else who wags them.<br><br>Well, enough of this. I hope that I am setting a good example in our school, by not just encouraging students to read, but reading and sharing books like I Stink! I hope that by the end of the school day, that won't be the title of my memoir about the time I read to the lower elementary students...]]></description>
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				<title>Spirit Day</title>
				<description><![CDATA[I just finished speaking to a new student here in the office. This student was pretty sad because only one person in his class had been friendly toward him. That really bothered me. Here we are celebrating GGCA Spirit Day and he feels downcast because he hasn't been accepted by the students in his class. That's not the GGCA spirit that I was celebrating today when I proudly wore my maroon and black.<br><br>The GGCA spirit I was celebrating was the godly spirit of family love we have here, the spirit that gives us the unity and encouragement we need in the classroom, in the hallways, in the lunchroom, on the soccer field, and on the volleyball court. Our school may be small, but our family unity makes us greater than the sum of our individual parts, and we do awesome things working together as a team that we could never hope to accomplish by ourselves. <br><br>Psalm 133 speaks about a unity that commands God's blessing. If we desire to experience God's blessing in our lives here at school, we need the unity we can have in God's Spirit as Christian brothers and sisters. We cannot exclude the new student that we hardly know and make him feel unwanted and unloved.<br><br>Have you ever felt that way? Unwanted and unloved? I have. It hurts like crazy. Every time your heart beats, you feel the ache of loneliness and rejection. I thank God that He loves us with an amazing, self-sacrificing love that lets us know that we are accepted and beloved by Him. As children of God our Father, we can show that same love to our brothers and sisters, our classmates here at GGCA. We can be blessing to others and experience God's blessing in spiritual unity through love and godly friendship.<br><br>So show the true GGCA spirit. Welcome the new student into your class. Be a friend.]]></description>
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				<title>The National Book Festival</title>
				<description><![CDATA[This past Saturday, I attended the National Book Festival which was sponsored by the Library of Congress. The festival was held on the Mall in the middle of all of the Smithsonian museums. There were large tents pitched on the grass with banners on top of them announcing their specializations: Fantasy & Fiction, Teens & Children, History & Biography, Poetry & Prose, Mysteries & Thrillers, plus an additional tent for Children. There were also tents for event sponsors like Target, Scholastic, and PBS, plus a big tent where people bought books written by the authors attending the event so they could have them autographed. I arrived on the Mall in time to stand just inside the Teens & Children tent and hear James Patterson answer questions from his fans. I am not one of Mr. Patterson's biggest fans, but I have read his Maximum Ride series of books about the adventures of a flock of genetically modified children who have wings and can fly. He spoke about his books and also said something that I heard all the authors say throughout the day - he reads a lot and that if you want to be a good writer, you need to read a lot and write and re-write a lot. One of my new favorite authors, Shannon Hale, had a 30 feet of rejection letters laminated end-to-end which she rolled out with the help of a girl in the audience. She said that she wrote over a hundred stories before she had one accepted and published. It just goes to show that if you want to do something well, it takes a lot of practice and that you can expect to fail many times before you finally get it right. <br><br>I remember trying to tie my shoes over and over again and creating crazy knots in my shoelaces that I could not untie without my mother's help, but one day I figured it out and I can still tie my shoes to this day! I remember getting a new bicycle for Christmas and being so excited that I went right out side, hopped on, and then careened off into a snowbank at the end of our driveway and getting hurt. I crashed and fell of my bicycle many times before I managed to learn how to keep my balance, steer, and stop without injuring myself. How many times did I try to dog paddle the width of the Boys' Club pool before I could make it without sinking like a stone midway? There are not many things we do (except the ones we are born doing, like crying, and breathing, and going to the bathroom), that don't require time, effort, and multiple failures to learn. To be good at math, you need to do a lot of math. To be a good soccer player, you have to play a lot of soccer. To be a good reader or writer, you must do a lot of reading and writing. Some people have God-given talents that help make them better at some things faster than other people, but we all can develop our abilities with God's help if we give ourselves grace as we try and fail and try again. Don't quit!<br><br>Back to the book festival...I had a great day trying to squeeze into the tents to hear the various authors speak. Sometimes I simply sat on the ground and listened; other times I was fortunate enough to find a seat. I enjoyed listening to Shannon Hale (The Bayern series and The Princess Diaries) speak about her favorite authors, hearing Shannon Creech (the Newbery award winning author of Walk Two Moons) read aloud from her newest book The Unfinished Angel, and listening to Kate DiCamillo ( Because of Winn Dixie and The Tale of Despereaux) tell about how she got the ideas for her books. Paula Deen drew a huge crowd (mostly adults) when she talked about her cookbook for children in her trademark Southern drawl, and when the Poetry Out Loud champions recited poems in the Poetry tent, it made me want to see GGCA students interpreting and reciting classic poems on that stage some day.<br><br>I am so happy that GGCA students have taken up the gauntlet to read more this year. Reading and writing are becoming lost arts in this age of tweeting, texting, video gaming, Internet surfing, and hundreds of television channels to occupy people's time. But we Christians are People of the Book, People of the Word, and we need to be good readers, writers, and thinkers in this day and age, so that we are prepared to meet the challenges of life and to discern and communicate truth. It is my hope that each student will learn to how to make good reading choices, how to write and speak well, and how to think with God as believers. Keep up the good work, and remember to persevere - don't quit!]]></description>
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				<title>Green Eggs and Ham</title>
				<description><![CDATA[Today I went down to the Greater Grace Learning Center for the annual reading of Dr. Seuss' classic "Green Eggs and Ham." This was the third year in a row that I have done this, and by now I can do a pretty good job with changing voices, showing the pictures, and being animated. I enjoy doing this. The three- and four-year-olds are a great audience and we sit down and eat a meal of green eggs and ham when the story ends. Usually this event occurs near my birthday, so I wear a crown, blow out candles, and eat cake. It is one of the perqs of being the principal.<br><br>Another perq is being able to sit down and write a blog whenever I feel like it, to let you know what is going on around the school or in my mind. Today is my first blogging effort on this new myGGCA website. We created this website for our students to be a place where they can find information and communicate with their teachers. Every student in grades 7 - 12 is being assigned a myGGCA.org email address so that teachers and the school office can send messages to them about upcoming events, tests, projects, field trips, and whatever else they need to know. Students can also use their myGGCA.org accounts to access Google documents, Google calendars, and submit assignments electronically to their teachers when asked to do so. More and more schools are headed in this direction to cut down on the expense of paper and other copying expenses. In many colleges, electronic/digital communication is the everyday norm, so I figured, "It's time  for GGCA to get on board and make use of this valuable resource."<br><br>Take some time to familiarize yourself with the Google environment, if you have not done so already, and make it a habit to visit myGGCA.org to check your email and see what's new. You may find you like it in a box with a fox, in a house with a mouse, on a boat with a goat, in the rain on a train, here and there and everywhere...]]></description>
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				<title>Acorns on the Roof</title>
				<description><![CDATA[It is acorn season. The tall oak tree behind my house is dropping its acorns. Some of them bounce of the cement patio. Others ricochet off the metal roof of my neighbor's shed sounding like exploding firecrackers. When I am in bed at night, acorns dive bomb the roof of my house then hop, skip, and jump off the edge to the lawn. They sound like squirrels tap dancing over my head. <br><br>When I was a boy, we had oak trees near our house and plenty of nervous, striped chipmunks scurrying around to gather them down into their holes for the winter. Sometimes while climbing trees I found stashes of acorns hidden there by a forgetful squirrel or bluejay. Those oak trees could produce buckets of acorns. I should know, because I filled my sand pails with them and lugged them into my fort to use as ammunition in our neighborhood battles where all the bullets and bombs were gathered from nature's arsenal - acorns that stung, sticky milkweed pods and furry cat o'nine tails that exploded on impact covering the victim with their fuzzy guts, handfuls of chokecherries that left red, juicy stains, and pricker-burr balls that clung tenaciously to hair and clothing. These wars were not waged in anger. We fought for fun, making all sorts of sound effects with our mouths, dying extravagant deaths, and making as big a mess as possible, much to our mothers' dismay.<br><br>I haven't lived in a house near an oak tree for decades now, and it sure is nice to see the little green acorns wearing their beret-like caps again. Soon these nuts will turn brown, the days will grow chillier, the fragrant aroma of dying oak leaves will fill the air, and I will listen to the last crickets chirping away at night as I snuggle under the covers of my bed feeling like I am eight years old again. Autumn is my favorite season of all.]]></description>
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