had a pretty interesting sermon today about childraising. even though its like not even on the horizon for me, i've always been sorta fascinated by childraising. how you do it, and how it can go wrong, and what effects it has on a child's makeup.
children should see more tadpoles when theyre young and impressionable. before people tell them that frogs are slimy and icky. that the praying mantis is gross. that crickets are dirty. that the tree lizards might have funky viral diseases. so that they can just soak up how amazing the little things in life are. so they can wonder in how perfect the tadpoles in God's green earth are. they dont have to know about the complexities of the mating ritual, the mucous skin as an oxygen exchange surface, the control of the apoptosis that allows the tail to be resorbed. they just have to see it and be amazed. and not freak out and run away. this will prepare them for life. because the ability to be amazed, to absorb, to learn without worrying about getting dirty and being silly is what we need today. to think out of the box, to expand horizons, to understand and manipulate beyond the printed page. this is true life as a scholar. not the musty pages in the library, or the hypnotic drone in the lecture hall.
and on a related note, i am more man than the sum total of my test and exam results would imply. so there.
Bear, Stephen and Tracey were at my church this week, temporary refugees from PPCC. just their luck to be there on the week when it was the Children's Ministry Awareness Week! got to talk a little bit to Tracey cos she was bored while Bear was bouncing around in his usual hyperkinetic way doing the hi-hi rounds. she said she never knew i was full of crap. which makes me wonder... did i change quite a bit since i left PPCC in J2? or was i just restrained, since she never saw me much except with my ex?
I Believe - Tata Young
*sure, its a bimbo song. i just like the tune*
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