Responsibilty vs Freedom

Didn't sleep too well last night due to the knee aching a bit more than usual, which meant it gave me time to think about things. At school this year our main umbrella idea is responsibility and trying to find ways to teach it within the curriculum. There is as an element of freedom that comes when you understand your responsibilities. If you haven't been responsible for your actions then their is a consequence which usually is of a negative nature and therefore limits your freedom. It might be that others can't trust you. If I was talking to the kids in the class, an easy example for them to understand the concept might be. "what has caused you to be at the office rather than in the class or on the sports field?" Lack of responsibility therefore less freedom.
Rules should be seen as a way of gaining freedom and learning responsibility rather than something that stops us from doing things. Why have the rules been put in place? More often than not, if the rules have be thought through responsibly than they are there so that society can be better - freedom. Of course if we don't follow them then we come into contact with chaos.
I reckon the bible and Christs teaching and the reason he wants us to follow them is the same. I choose to follow these teachings and guidelines because I want to not because I have to therefore there is freedom in that. People say there are too many rules to follow. If you see these rules as a burden rather than a help through life then of course your not going to get the best out of it. Yes freedom does come with a price, but in the case of salvation and in a relationship with a God that truly loves us I see it as a fair deal. His grace is sufficient for me and any who wish to accept it.

A reminder every year

I watch this video at the beginning of every year because it reminds me why I am into teaching. Worth a look. For everybody, not just teachers.

Ken Robinson on creativity

Post Operation

It's funny how things happen. The op went ok. I was sharing a room with another guy and we got talking about everything. It worked out that we had a lot in common. Football mainly, but lots of other aspects of life too. It got me thinking about how easy it should be to strike up conversations with complete strangers and that when you do how enriching and interesting your life can become. What stops us from doing it all the time? I reckon for me it has been a fear of the unknown or what the consequences might be.
It was in fact rather exciting because the unknown was just that unknown, but the joy and contentment gained from having the courage to step out overrides the fear. We had a bit of a heart to heart about life the universe and everything too and we had only known each other for the best part of a day. Yes the operation was a success and yes I most probably can't play football anymore,but I discovered how easy it is to let people know that one is alive and has a life worth living. So the next time you are in a situation and other people are involved but appeared to have no significance with it why not make a significant difference. It's all about relationships.

Knee reconstruction

Well it is almost D Day with the knee. Happening tomorrow at 7.30am. Wendy will take me to the hospital at 7.30 and then I am in the hands of the surgeon. All going well I should stay one night and then back home for recovery. I hope to show photos on the blog of the happenings and perhaps even some notes the surgeon gave me of what they intend to do. As I have said before I am actually more nervous about this one then last time as I know what to expect and know how well the last one went.

I had a dream the other night that I was lying down on a white sand beach and my leg was still covered with a dressing. I looked to the side and in the distance I saw a figure standing beckoning me to come to them. I gingerly stood and realised that there did not appear to be any pain in my leg, I removed the dressing and all I saw of the surgery was two or three little nicks, which was my experience last time. I turned to the figure and began to jog slowly gaining speed. I started to race, the soft breeze sliding past my face. I gained momentum and speed and my legs were running like I was young again. I was full of joy. As I ran towards the figure I raised my hands to the air calling thank you Lord Thank you Lord and as I looked to the figure it became quite clear that it was Jesus. I did not stop but ran straight to his arms and we embraced.

I thoroughly enjoyed the dream and felt refreshed and with great courage to face my experience.

Subjectivity

The human is naturally subjective. The very act of writing this could bring about debate and is subjective. I don't believe you can have total human objectivity. Our personalities, our beliefs, our experiences whether vast or shallow can bear testament to this. Therefore "what is truth?"
Well it doesn't come from ourselves. This leads me to believe in something outside our understanding and that which it is , is God.

We attempt to objectively rationalise his existance or non-existance but there we go again. It is all subjective. Where am I going with this? I respectfully and whole heartedly believe in a God, becasue I have experienced him and I don't just mean through what I see around us as this is debated and will always be debated, but rather through a touch from him in my soul. and the bible has been the teaching that has made this to be true in my life. God is into relationship, one on one and until one has experienced a relationship with God one cannot objectively or subjectively make conclusions.

I believe in the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. I believe that Jesus Christ is the son of God and he died and rose again on the third day. He did this to save me from my sin. Full of grace. I am a follower of Jesus Christ, which we say is a Christian.

Now before you subjectively or objectively judge me please experience me.

What has inspired me to write this was someone elses perspective as subjectively trying to make God logical. I don't think he can be although alot of the biblical teachings are logical.

From John - An all round nice sort of guy.

A relationship

I have been married for 21 years gone December last. What a tour that has been and not a tour of duty but a fun filled entertaining ride. Would I do anything different? Maybe travelled a little bit more before the kids came around although we had a wonderful 6 week trip together of Canada, where I was born. That's about all i'd change.
I have found and I can't speak for anybody else, because all relationships are different, that keeping it real and being blatantly honest has held us in good order. At times me being honest or Wendy being honest has hurt, but I have discovered very early in our relationship that if we want it to last the distance then our ego, our hearts, our ideals need to be offended, tested, adjusted and scrutinised with a fine tooth comb.
The other night we had a heart to heart about a few things that are bothering us about each other and wanted to keep a check on it. THere were tears from both, but what we have realised is that there ain't much so far that has casued us to feel like it is time to break away and move on. That is not an option. In the morning wendy wrote a note on my back. I had to get one of the kids to read it to me as she would not and she went to work. It said "I think you need to stop thinking so much and chill out and have a nice day... I Love you" HOnest and what I needed to hear at the time. I continue to realise that my partner has a huge amount of wisdom and insight that everyone else may not always see. I feel really priviledged and blessed. I love my wife more than I did when we first got married because I have chosen to get to know her. Food for thought I think. I would love to put more photos of Wendy on my Blog, but she doesn't want the whole world to see her. My Angel in disguise. I thought of putting a different person up to represent her, but that's just weird.

A new School year

My wife was cleaning out a cabinet and stuck my old school stuff in a drawer. I then got thinking I might as well clean it up a bit. And then I saw it. The little cubicle flower box and remembered what was inside it. I opened it up and there inside was all these letters from students that I had kept over my 7 years of teaching. Some were reports on how I could improve on my teaching. Some heart felt messages of sincere gratitude. One was even a letter from my mum speaking about how my brother and I had helped her when she was going through a hard time and how she could see my stress too.(don't know how that got in there) Some photos of ex pupils.

In all of it it made me realise what an impact we each have on each other for good or for bad. Upon reading most of them it gave me a sense of achievement in that I have made a difference for others. It also made me want to get up and find where these kids are now, especially one who talked about her being a dreamer and that she could not stop thinking about other stuff and wanting to do things differently. All I want to do is talk to her and say I am sorry if I did not allow you to be the dreamer you want to be and to say sort of the same thing that one kid wrote " Don't let anyone tell you you are not a good teacher becasue you are"

Sounds stupid I know but it was a very special time rereading the long lost letters. Thank you students. I will keep them for a very long time and not just in the little box. Maybe if you give me permission I can share some of them on my blog. what do you think? Is that a breach of privacy as long as I don't put names?