Whole Body Education

IMG_8443“And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your mind, with all your soul, and with all your strength. This is the first commandment.”   Mark 12:30

Having recently graduated, but also as a dedicated life-learner, I would like to take some time to talk about education. I’ve experienced a myriad of educational molds: public school, private school, homeschool, and online college. I’ve also been blessed to be a tutor and mentor to several young friends. So, what follows is the result of my observation and the experience of both myself and my friends.

Heart. Mind. Soul. Strength. The whole body.

When we talk about education, we  often struggle with molds. We think that we should all learn in the same way or at the same pace or from the same experiences. That, somehow, we should fit into the same mold and learn from a cookie-cutter education. But my heart and your heart do not beat the same. Your mind and my mind have different bents. My soul stirs at different things than yours. And your strength is developed differently from mine. So why would we think that our education can be conducted the same way?

The first step to a successful education is the understanding and acceptance that every one of us will learn differently. Albert Einstein once said, “Every one is a genius, but if a fish is judged by it’s ability to climb a tree, it will forever think it is an idiot.” Some of us are fish, some of us are falcons, and some of us are squirrels. Squirrels can climb trees, but they can’t fly. Falcons can fly, but they can’t swim. Fish can swim, but they can’t climb trees. Yet, each of them are good at what they have been designed to do. And so it is with education. We must learn our abilities and our limitations; and what we have been designed to do, that we must do well.

The second step is to recognize that we can’t just develop one area of our persons. As human beings, we are complex and intricate creatures; and to only develop a few areas of our design and neglect others is a shame and harms the completion of our education. So, we must do whole body education. We must develop our heart, mind, soul, and strength. And by doing that, we will become the truest version of ourselves.

What is the heart, mind, soul, and strength? Since I will elaborate each area further in subsequent posts, I will only define and briefly describe each one here. The heart: quite literally, it is an organ that pumps life-giving blood, and if it stops contracting, we will die. But by definition, in the sense in which we are applying it, the heart is the innermost part of our being – who we are. It is our innermost emotions, morals, character, feelings, gut reactions, and inclinations. It is truly the core of who we are. The mind: it is our brain. More specifically, it is where we perceive, analyze information, feel, think, will, and reason. It is the command center for our lives. The soul: it is something we see, but can not physically touch. It is the essence of who we are. It is what animates us, causes us to feel emotion such as empathy or anger, and is the spiritual element. It is what speaks through the eyes to others when no words have been spoken. And it is what makes me, me; and you, you. Lastly, strength: it is muscle and endurance. It is the power to resist force, the capacity to endure, and the embodiment of firmness. Both in a physical sense as well as a metaphysical sense.

Heart. Mind. Soul. Strength. It covers every area of us as humans. Yet, we compartmentalize each area, even to the point of complete neglect, failing to recognize their intricate interdependence . In order to be healthy humans, we must nurture each area. And in order to be healthy Christians, we must not only develop each area, but we must love the Lord with all of our being. But how can we do that it if we neglect one? What if we aren’t developing our soul? Or teaching our heart? Or growing our mind? Or building our strength? Then we cannot obey the first and greatest commandment. And so, we must start from the beginning. “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.” Proverbs 1:7  And when we have started with the fear of the Lord, then we will be able to love the Lord our God with all of our heart, mind, soul, and strength.

~Jo

Remembering

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If you have met me then you are probably already aware that I am an incredibly forgetful person.  Frequently I tell my sister something and then, three weeks later, when she mentions it, have no clue what she is talking about.  I even, with no exaggeration, occasionally forget my own age or what year it is.  And yet it is not my memory which is deficient, for I am remarkably good at remembering the names of  plants, characters in books, and historical philosophers.  The fact is, I have spent most of my time since I was eight in an imaginary world, and things which bear no relation to that world simply don’t stick with me.  In order to remember them I must work hard and continually remind myself of them, and often, I forget to do that.  My sincere apologies to my friends and family who suffer the most by this!

That is one reason why I accepted Jo’s invitation to co-write this blog, I am in need of frequent doses of reality.  My hope is that a biweekly non-fiction writing assignment will be some help in keeping my head out of the clouds, but I get reality in other forms too.  Often as not I stub my toe on it.  Here is what that looks like.

My mother: Jane, is the chicken feed running low?

Me: I don’t know, there might be a lot left in the corner of the bag but I didn’t check. (This is said calmly but inside I am saying: Oh dear!  Why didn’t I check?  They are my responsibility, I will probably have to make a special trip for it tomorrow.  What a waste of time!)

My mother:  I am going out and I will pick some up if the feed store is open, but they might already have closed.

Me: Thank you! (Inside: Of course the feed store closes early on Friday, and it won’t be open till Monday.  You really are pretty stupid, Jane, why don’t you ever think?) 

Perhaps you are wondering what this imaginary world, in which I spend so much time, looks like?  It isn’t a concrete thing, like Tolkien’s Middle Earth, or even a less specific more fluid thing like Faerie, it is more like a mixture between a paint box, a library, and a chemistry lab.  Individual ideas are like colors (the paint box), first I simply enjoy them by themselves, next I categorize them with similar ideas (the library), then I mix them up and watch them explode.  It is terribly exciting and I love every minute of it, until I realize that I forgot my friend’s birthday.

It seems rather harmless, does it not?  After all, if my preoccupation only causes me to forget to buy chicken feed and birthday presents, it might mean some inconvenience and embarrassment, but that is not the end of the world.  There are lots of ‘worse’ faults I could have had, right?  But that is not all, sometimes I forget that I am human.  Sometimes, in my miserly gloating over my stash of interconnected thoughts, I forget that ideas are essentially practical, that they are meant to be used, not simply thought about.  This is when I need an extra dose.

Being human is not simply being a body with a mind, soul, and spirit, it is also a place and purpose.  Who we are is not simply what we are, it is also our history and what we are meant to be.  We are part of God’s world, a marvelous world with an awe-inspiring purpose; thus to be human is a marvelous thing, an awful thing, in the old sense of the word.

But am I alone in this?  I may be an extreme case, but do we not all occasionally forget who we are?  Our scientific culture tells us that we are simply very intelligent animals.  Disney tells us that as long as we are nice, everything will be alright (don’t jump to conclusions please, I love watching Disney princess movies, and I think science is a wonderful thing.)  We get busy, engrossed by the little things, and before we know it we begin to unconsciously think in those ways too.  Our culture suffers from amnesia, it has forgotten who we are, and this amnesia is catching.  How can we avoid it?

Love of ideas and busyness are good things, but they are small compared to the glorious purpose God has given us.  It is God who makes the small things beautiful.  Without Him they are meaningless.  To forget this is like loving leaves so much that you forget that they grow on trees.  We must take time to look at the big picture frequently in order to remind ourselves that is it still there.

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~Jane

 

 

 

Bringing Murphy

We’ve all probably been there. The bags are all packed and loaded. You’re ready for the adventure and off you go! Then somewhere along the journey HE shows up. The dreaded travel companion; the one you thought that maybe this time he had been left at home. The one you thought you had planned too well for him to join you. But, no, he insists on coming on every trip. Maybe some of you are confused. Who on earth could I be talking about? Rest assured, I have not lost my mind. I’m merely referring to he-who-must-not-be-named… Murphy, the self-invited travel companion. You know, Murphy from Murphy’s Law? “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.” Yeah. That guy. He’s a pest. And it never seems to matter how well you’ve planned, he still manages to sneak into your luggage.

Why do I bring up Murphy? Well, in the past year, I’ve taken two long trips and on both of them, things have gone wrong – dreadfully wrong. But there are a few things I’ve learned from those incidents, and I’d like to pass those on to you.

First, always plan for Murphy. This comes in two forms. The first is to try and anticipate him. Figure out where he is going to show up and then take steps to prevent him. Try to close all of his loop holes. Make sure when you pack the car, you don’t look like a target. Blend in with your surroundings. Make packing lists so that you don’t forget something important. Know where you’re going ahead of time. Plan for plenty of layover time in case your flight is delayed. Things like that; it gives Murphy fewer options. The second is to accept that no matter how well you’ve plan, he’s going to show up. Just anticipate having an uninvited companion.

Second, learn to live with Murphy. If you’ve taken steps to prevent him but have also accepted that he will show up, be ready to roll with it when he shows himself. Be flexible and be strong. Murphy can throw some pretty wacky curve-balls, and we have to be able to dodge them while still staying on our feet. (One thing Jane and I did on a trip was we started acting like Murphy really was traveling with us. So we had some fun with it – taking the empty chair away from the table at dinner, filling his seat in the car, and such.)

Third, forget about Murphy. So Murphy shows up, destroys your entire game plan, and you’re a bit shell-shocked. Relax. God is in control. Even when everything goes awry – whether you miss your connecting flight or your car gets broken into – God has a purpose; a plan. It is our responsibility to believe it and trust. So start looking at those moments as opportunities instead of fatalities. Take a look around and look to see where God wants you to go from here. And soon, Murphy won’t seem like such an odious companion after all.

So forget about Murphy. Live in today – in the now. Don’t fret about tomorrow. Don’t despair about yesterday. Live today. Right now. And when Murphy shows up, keep going, no matter how difficult that may be. And wholeheartedly believe that God has a plan.

“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” Matthew 6:34

“Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand.” Proverbs 19:21

~Jo

P.S. Just to prove a point – as I was publishing this post, Murphy decided to have some fun and make it vanish. So when you’re working on something you don’t want to lose, save it in at least two separate locations so that you always have one copy somewhere. I guess that’s what I get for blogging about Murphy, eh?

A Place with a Name

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Earlier this week, my older brother and I hiked to a water fall.  It was a truly beautiful hike, through rhododendron thickets in a moist hollow.  All the smells were fresh and sweet, and the air was continually filled with the sound of water gurgling through a rocky bed.  It was an easy hike too, no steep inclines or even rocks to scramble over, but one did have to ford the stream fourteen times, one way.   After the first ten crossings, I became convinced that whoever had designed the trail had taken an unhealthy delight in the thought of getting other people’s feet wet, but then my brother pointed out some places were the traces of an old bridge were rotting away.

As we hiked, a thought came to me which has been growing for the last three years, ever since we moved from the relatively, flat, farming country, of my childhood, to the mountains.  The thought began when I noticed, about a year after we moved, that I no longer saw beauty in the mountains.  This realization surprised me, for it had always been a given in my mind that the mountains are beautiful.  Our family loves camping, and often, we would escape to the mountains twice a year.  I can still feel the excitement that would take hold of me when we would weigh our back packs the night before we left.  My excitement would grow as the faint outline of the distant mountains grew the next day, and would have its fulfillment with the first breath of mountain air, which is like no other air, with wading in a rocky stream until my feet were numb with cold, and finally, lying in my sleeping bag listening to the long fluid variations of the wood thrush’s song.

The thought of moving to the mountains was like a dream come true.  What had happened?  How had this land of breathtaking beauty, the very air of which smelled of adventure, become less remarkable, less enjoyable, than my childhood home had ever been?  For the mountains to have lost the aura that surrounded them as our favorite vacation spot, was understandable, but I had enjoyed the beauty of my childhood home, why could I not enjoy this?  It was a dream gone bad.

Thinking about this change, two things came to mind.  First, when we had lived at our old home I had been a child with lots of time, and I spent most of that time in our woods.  I noticed, daily, the smallest changes.  I watched deer, squirrels, birds, skunks.  I smelled flowers and dreamed.  Now, I have grown up and my time is often spent inside.  Second, everything had a name.  I knew the names of most of the plants and animals but more importantly, I and my siblings had given particular names to special trees, groves,or clearings.  We never simply walked through the woods, we walked from one important place, with its own unique character, to another.

Names do something intriguing for us, they allow us to notice things differently.  If we are simply gazing out at the world without interest we may see a red bird and hardly notice it.  But if we know that the bird is a scarlet tanager that name will come to mind as we see it and draw our attention.  I do not see the beauty in my new home, not because there is none, but because I do not take the time to look; I have become spoiled by living for eighteen years in one place where everything had a name to grab my attention.  I forgot their importance.

I realized on the way back from the falls, that despite having seen multiple signs and hearing my brother say the name once, I could not remember what the place we had just visited was called.  This habit of learning names is not going to be easy, but I am convinced, now, that it will be well worth the trouble.  The old bridges are gone, but the stream is still worth crossing, there is beauty on the other side.  Do you also live in a beautiful world which you have forgotten to see?

~Jane