I did it. I actually renewed my books before any fines were incurred.
This sounds simple, especially since the options for renewing your library books are endless: by phone, in person, online. Why I haven’t been able to do it effectively is beyond me, but it has gotten to the point that my husband won’t let me borrow his library card. He knows me too well.
The main reason is that I think I am going to be finished with the book in the allotted time. It seems completely reasonable that I will be able to finish reading, studying in three weeks, right?
But as we all know, life doesn’t tend to go as any of us plan. So, I end up scrambling to remember how many weeks it has been and whether I have time to renew the book before fines begin. Most of the time, I can’t remember without a little help.
For me, that’s a truth I need beyond just my library books. We all need help in life. We all need renewal in life. Some time that is life-giving that reminds us that three weeks have gone by since we checked out. It’s easy to get caught up in the fast pace of day after day and week after week. It’s even easier to forget that there are things our bodies and minds need to be renewed.
As I approach Holy Week this week (with no worries of library fines), I know I am going to take time to check in with myself not because I just want the refreshing spirit of Easter, but because I want to be reminded of my limits and boundaries as a human being who needs help and who needs time for renewal.
I’m reading Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal and ran across this moment of brilliance from the character of Joshua or Christ in Christopher Moore’s narrative:
No, action. Contemplation. Steadiness. Conservatism. A wall is the defense of a country that values inaction. But a wall imprisons the people of a country as much as it protects them….One cannot be free without action.
He continues to explain this concept to his friend Biff who is a having trouble understanding:
[He] wasn’t teaching us about action as in work, it was action as in change.
This caused me to literally stop and go find a pen because it is the perfect description of the frustration I have with so many churches.
Our country and our cities are full of inactive churches, hard at work, but doing absolutely nothing to change the world.
We’re building ourselves into sanctuaries of safety, protecting ourselves from the threat of change. In the process we are worshipping ourselves and not a God who is living and active and working among us. Creator God did not breathe life into us for us to feel comfortable, but for us to join in the creative work God is doing.
Inactive churches are not introducing people to God. They are introducing people to how to make themselves gods.
That’s not the gospel Christ died for.
It’s time to break down some walls.
Did you know there were reading brain labs that study how kids learn to read?
“The theory of the fourth-grade shift had been based on behavioral data,” says the lead author of the study, Donna Coch. She heads the Reading Brains Lab at Dartmouth College.
We actually ran a reading lab in the summer at Furman for the final practicum of our grad course work. It was fascinating to see how parents, teachers, and students interacted with our professors. They asked question we would have never been asked as classroom teachers because our setting changed.
The process of reading and learning to read and re-learning to read still fascinates me (I mean really here I am writing these words sipping a cup of tea and there you are sitting where you are sitting reading those words on a screen, incredible!) and reminds me of the time spent with students trying to find that switch to flip to help them see they have magic inside their heads that turn symbols into letters, letters into words, and words into sentences.
Trying thinking about that for a bit while you’re reading your favorite book and be thankful for the teachers, parents, and researchers who helped unlock that magic for you. I know I sure am!
On Saturday morning, we went to our library branch for the puppet show and found that they were telling Elephant and Piggie stories. As we listened, I basked in the way there were so many different types of people for us to share the reading quilts with including Arabic-speaking families as well as Hindi-speaking languages. Afterwards, we talked to a mom and her two children who had a Jamaican accent to ask how far they were in the Magic Tree House series, and they gave us the inside scoop that the main branch had all the Magic Tree House books.
As we were looking for the Elephant and Piggie books we had just heard aloud, the librarian reminded us of the summer reading challenge. Although we had lost the lists I had picked up at the SC Book Festival, we were able to get new ones and relive all the reading and activities we had done.
I was reminded of the summer mornings we spent at the Spartanburg County Public Library as we wrote down the chapter books and picture books we had read this summer. I was reminded of the folded up list that we would get in the summer and those yellow reading tubes my younger brother, and I would hide in while my mom checked out the books. I was reminded of the trips back and forth that my mom made with us, and how we started to learn the different parts of the library and where our favorite books were kept.
When we went back to the library yesterday afternoon, the girls went straight to the Magic Tree House and Babymouse section, and I just smiled.
And when we went to Barnes and Nobles to pick out new books to celebrate reaching our summer reading goals and MH said, “I wish I owned a library, then I could get books whenever I wanted to,” I smiled again. It’s really hard and scary to wonder what you are passing on to your kids, but sometimes you see little glimpses of good things that are sinking into their hearts and minds.
One of the aspects of my congregation that I love the most is that we are constantly exchange things: food, coupons, clothes, and books. There’s nothing better for a reader like me to walk into church and be handed a new book with a great recommendation.
Which is how I ended up with One Child. It’s the story of a special education teacher who reads about a child in the newspaper and that very child ends up in her classroom. As she struggles to create a relationship with this child with special needs, I have been transported back to my classroom and back to my students, especially the most difficult ones.
I have been reminded of the days that I came home from school exhausted, worn out, and helpless. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how patient or creative I was, there were just some parts of my students’ lives that I didn’t have the power or the control to change. This became particularly real as I read about the home visit that Torey, the teacher in the book, took to Sheila’s house.
As a minister, I needed to read this book. I needed to be reminded of my students and the myriad of students that live in fear and poverty every day. I needed to be reminded that being a church doesn’t mean just gathering together, but going out together into the community and into the messy lives of the people who live near us and whom we encounter in parking lots and on highway exits ramps. People who are living in desperation and need a little hope in the form of someone paying attention to their needs and seeing them as human beings.
I needed to be reminded about my students. I needed to be reminded that there is intense need in this world for hope and love. I needed to be reminded that I, as a minister, and our church can transform the world by seeing differently.
I’ve always viewed reading as a chance to learn something new, explore new places, and time to discover the unknown. It’s a way for me to escape the reality of the world that surrounds me, so when I encounter myself in the pages of a book, it really throws me off.
I don’t want to see myself and follow myself through the pages. I don’t want to see my character flaws splashed for all to read. It’s unnerving, uncomfortable, and embarrassing.
Then, I realize that other people don’t see it as me. They read the character as the character.
But, I still can’t help reading myself in the mirror. I can’t help but be fascinated with tracing that steps I could take, trying on a different hat, pretending to be a better version of myself…or a worse version. Yes, it’s uncomfortable, but it’s also thrilling to imagine what could be if I took that step, made that decision like the character in the book.
It hasn’t happened often that I see myself so clearly in the pages of a book, but when I do I think there’s no telling what this life could hold.
Now, as all of you will have had reason aplenty to discover for yourselves, there are new gods growing in America, clinging to growing knots of belief: gods fo credit card and freeways, of Internet and telephone, of radio and hospital and television, gods of plastic and of beeper and of neon. Proud gods, fat and foolish creatures, puffed up with their own newness and importance. American Gods
Seems like Neil Gaiman knew what was coming in 2001 and yet here we are in 2013 still trying to figure this very thing out.
Sometimes, like today, I just need to immerse myself in a book.
I need to escape from my reality, from my conflicts, from my tensions and walk around in someone else’s for awhile. As I walk with these characters and I help them figure out their conflicts, challenges and problems by reading on, I feel like there is hope.
I know that life isn’t meant to be comfortable and easy and honestly, I don’t want to live a life that is void of the tensions that help me grow and remember that I don’t have this life thing figured out. I want to know that I can’t give up and I still have to stick with it. I want to know that I have to work to make each day a day that makes me able to put my head on my pillow and sleep soundly. I want to know that I can’t control the world around me.
And escaping to another world, another life, another journey for a bit where I can see the resolutions helps me to see more clearly where I am headed.
So reader, read this part of my journey and know this is just the middle of the book, not the end because I will read on and carry on.
I know this isn’t normal, but when I draw near to the last chapter of a book, I get a kind of panic in my stomach. I know that there are more books to read than I could ever possibly read, but what if I end up not having another book to start once I finish this book that I hold in my hands?!
It’s been a problem since childhood when I would lug a 20 lb. bag around with me to our family vacations containing 4-5 other books than the book I was currently reading, just in case. I never finished them all and almost never even finished the one that I was currently in the middle of when we left for vacation, but I was always prepared.
It proved cumbersome when I spent a year in Germany and had more books packed than I did clothes, but I couldn’t pass them up (even if it meant paying extra for how heavy they were) because I was so excited about being finished with graduate school and being able to read what I wanted to read again.
It’s a problem, but not right now because I have three books waiting on my bedside table!