I say to the LORD, “You are my God.”
Hear, LORD, my cry for mercy.
Sovereign LORD, my strong deliverer,
you shield my head in the day of battle.
I don’t have to be brave. I can pretend to be, I can act as if, I can look the part. I don’t have to be brave….it’s unnecessary. When you finally begin to acknowledge that we are made strong in confessing our weakness…you no longer worry about it. I didn't say that I was good at it, or that it’s always the way I behave….it’s a construct. It’s a goal.
Yesterday, I participated in a focus group on public education in my community. I spoke out. A lot. When I was younger, I was far more concerned about getting along. It wasn’t that I didn’t speak my mind, it’s just that I really measured my words against how they might be received by the group. Now that I’m crowding 50 (a phrase from my beloved father, God rest his soul on this, the anniversary of his going Home), I’m only measuring my words against how God might view them as a reflection of who He desires me to be. I try to speak truth. Gently, firmly, assertively.
I’m in a rare place, and have an exceptional opportunity. If we’re going to try to achieve equity and parity in public education, someone has to be concerned not just with the latest technology, but with whether or not Johnny and Jane can read. Since I have a voice, and a seat at the table, I choose (time)
Five minutes is hard, but discipline is good. Just like God (is good.)