Tuesday, January 15

get aware

i don't know all the details but i'm much more aware this time around. but still glad i can't vote. oh the pressure! i can hardly juggle school let alone voting responsibilities.

but for those of you who can vote, please do! and please make educated decisions. ladies, don't vote for the best looking. and everyone, don't vote simply because the ideals of the party tickle you pink. get educated. get aware.

in pastoral counseling, it's important to be aware, aware of your context, your client's story, your own limitations, etc. there's no time for typecasting. there's ample time for education.

please. for the love of peace, competence, and good speeches...get aware...then vote!

Tuesday, January 1

in the beginning...

there weren't a lot of words that i'm aware of.

then again, my only proof sits in the words of the B-I-B-L-E (which is, indeed, the book for me and all of you. but that's another topic for another post).* Genesis 1:1 says that God spoke and things came into existence, "let there be light, and there was light." our conclusion is, then, that God said nothing more in order for light to come into being. but the more i read in that book, the more i stop myself from coming to absolute conclusions. yes, i'm a product of my time...fighting for and against absolute truth. but more than that, i don't ever want to limit God even if my limitation of him sounds wonderful. of course it sounds better to have a God who says little to produce to much, to have a ruler who is so unlike us. there's much more in the Bible to support that idea. but i don't want my knowledge to hinder me. or you.

so in the beginning, whether much or little was said, much came about. and in that beginning, whatever words were spoken or written were filled with intention because i'm positive that God is always intentional.

*i'm aware that i've just used one set of parenthesis to span one and a half sentences. how do you feel about that?

READ THIS FIRST!*

i begin this new blog in honor of all those i've taught. thank you for teaching me. with each class i recognized my limitations and God's willingness to work with me regardless. each student challenged my wisdom, skill, assumed knowledge and encouraged me to step up my game...it was good.

but all that positivity aside, one thing that really got to me was the poor writing of some. i think the first mishap that made me experience an inner shriek was "can not." since when was that written as two words? my english elitist compulsion got the best of me and i probably doubted the student's ability to do any good thing. future inner shrieks resulted from "life style" and "my self" (and that's not including the purposeful separation in order to stress the "self").

now here i type...hoping to do better.

i started teaching english in 2000. every good and bad paper have helped me see how desperately we need to read good writing and write good reading. the less we read the more prone we are to write "can not" and progress/digress to "with out." i'm afraid that i'll one day see "lab top" in the Washington Post. so in my spare time i'm challenging myself to do better by ryeting. thanks for reeding. :)



*This post and a few others after it are from a blog I started back in 2008. It was supposed to be dedicated to writing. It was a brief journey. (May 19, 2013)