Monday, October 20, 2008

Change: To Us and In Us

Over 211,000 women and 1,700 men are diagnosed with breast cancer each year. That would be approximately the entire population of the city of Scottsdale, Arizona. Unfortunately most of us have been affected by the disease through a diagnosis of a mother, sister, aunt, daughter or friend.

My Aunt Debi lost her battle to cancer two years ago. One of my daughter's most vivid memories is that of curling up on the couch with Aunt Debi and watching "Snow White". That was two weeks before Aunt Debi passed away from breast cancer. As I have reflected on that experience and wondered why it was so impressionable to a three-year old, I realized Chloe felt what all of us who knew Aunt Debi also felt: her love, kindness, and the fact that her world stopped to focus solely on you. When you arrived, she planned a party and you were the "guest of honor. "

Most impressive to me was the way Aunt Debi reacted to the diagnosis, treatment and their subsequent challenges. She never gave up and had a positive attitude. Her strength and eternal perspective are reflected in a sacrament meeting talk she gave only a few weeks before she died. As a tribute to her and all others who have or are living through cancer, may her address give you hope, peace and comfort.

"My remarks today will focus on a single word. Change. But I would like to take the word in a couple of directions. First, the word change as it relates to something that happens to us, and second, the word change as it relates to something that happens in us.

Emily Perl Kingsely cared for her little child who was limited from birth in what he was able to. She wrote "Welcome to Holland."

'I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared the unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this:

When you are going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. Michelangelo’s “David.” The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The flight attendant comes and says, “Welcome to Holland.” “Holland?” you say. “What do you mean, Holland? I signed up for Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy.”

But there’s been a change in the flight plans. They’ve landed in Holland, and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. You must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy.

But after you’ve been there awhile and you catch your breath, you look around and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills, Holland has tulips, Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say, “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.”

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.'

Nothing is so unchanging, so inevitable as change itself. The things we see, touch and feel are always changing. Relationships between friends, husband and wife, father and son, brother and sister are all dynamic, changing relationships. And change can be hard. Change can be rough. I think we sometimes have a tendency to think of change as the enemy and we fight and resist it before we have even discovered what the actual effects of change will be.

Recently, we replaced some carpet in our home. I had brought home a sample and showed it to my husband and that sample sat in the room for over a month. A couple of weeks ago the carpet was laid and as Kirk walked in, I asked "What do you think?" No response. Then finally, "it's different." Now I've know this man a long time and I knew better than to be offended because I knew what he was really saying, "It's not the same as the old carpet. It's not as familiar as the old carpet. I sort of liked the old carpet. It's different."

C.S. Lewis indicated that there is often pain involved in change when he wrote of God's expectation for His children. "Imagine yourself living in a house you love. Then God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what he is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on. You knew those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently he starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of-throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were going to be made into a decent little cottage, but He is building a palace."

Yes, there is sometimes pain in change, but there can also be great satisfaction in recognizing that progress is being achieved. Life is a series of hills and valleys and changes and often the best growth comes in the valleys.

It's like the amateur gardener who, when a choice plant became root-bound and began to deteriorate, decided to transplant it into a larger container. Carefully, he lifted the greenery from its small pot and put it into a larger home, trying to disturb the roots and soil as little as possible. And then he watched and waited. To his dismay, the plant still struggled. The amateur expressed his frustration to a more experienced friend who offered his services. When the plant was placed in this man's hands, he turned the pot upside down, pulled out the plant, shook the soil from the roots, and clipped and pulled all the stragglers from the root system. Replacing the plant in the pot, he vigorously pushed the soil tightly around the plant. Soon, the plant took on new life and grew.

How often do we set our own roots into the soil of life and become root-bound? We treat ourselves too gently and defy anyone to disturb the soil or trim back our root system. Under these conditions we too must struggle to make progress. Change is hard. Change can be rough. Change is something that happens not to us but in us.

You know from the Charles Dickens' novel "A Christmas Carol" that Ebenezer Scrooge is a really nasty character who hates everyone and everything except money and who is especially horrible to his employee Bob Crachett. Scrooge eventually gets the unique opportunity to see what the future will bring if he doesn't change his ways. Of course in the end, he does change and ultimately we find that Scrooge has become a much better person, a whole new person really.

The scriptures have a phrase for what happens to people who alter their lives to better serve the Lord. It is called a "change of heart". That kind of change encompasses a person's entire life-thoughts, feelings, desires, actions-literally everything.

If I had a favorite book in the Book of Mormon, it might be the Book of Mosiah where King Benjamin, knowing he is going to die soon, teaches and admonishes his people with words so powerful that every person who hears it experiences an amazing transformation.

Change happens to all of us and then, if we allow it, change happens in us.

The final words of Ebenezer Scrooge on the last page of the book are: "And Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tim, he was a second father. He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man as the good old city knew, or any other city or town in the good old world. Some people laughed to see the change in him, but he let them laugh. His own heart laughed; and that was quite enough for him."

About a year ago, I had a plan. I had my map and the directions I thought I would need to get to my destination. I was on a schedule. But three months later, I found myself smack dab in the middle of Holland instead of Italy where I had planned to go. I was sure that there was some huge mistake, because I really was supposed to go to Italy, and I most certainly did not want to be in Holland. But now, thirteen months later, I can honestly tell you that I am enjoying the trip to Holland more than I would ever have believed. It's a different journey than I had planned. I'm seeing new sights. I'm out of my comfort zone. My roots have been shaken and pulled and trimmed and repotted. I also know that there are many who have traveled this road before me and I take great comfort and strength from their courage and encouragement.

How thankful I am for the gospel, for the testimony I have of its truthfulness. I am so thankful for the things which don't change, the answers which stay the same day after day, year after year, lifetime after lifetime. I am especially thankful for our Savior, Jesus Christ, for the redeeming power of His Atonement and for His unconditional, constant and unchanging love for each of us.

The old saying that "change is progress" has taken on a whole new meaning for me. I understand more fully than ever before that repentance is change; conversion is change; perfecting change. I have also come to realize that change is in complete harmony with the desires of my Heavenly Father and that in His plan I am always free to choose how I will respond to the changes that happen to me and eternally free to allow change to happen in me. In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Helpful Resources:

http://www.cancer.gov/cancertopics/wyntk/breast

http://www.breastcancer.org/

http://cms.komen.org/komen/index.htm

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

First-year Teachers

The school posts the class assignments for the upcoming school year and as you search the lists for your child's name, you realize he has been assigned the new teacher, and worse yet-a first-year teacher.

I've often said that if I had to relive my first year of teaching I would select a different career. The joy of teaching was often overshadowed by the hours of preparation, mountains of papers, lack of support from parents and clerical tasks.

We are all lifelong learners and no one is a finished project. Even master teachers continue to learn and develop and are never really "finished". Sadly, when a teacher thinks they are "finished", their effectiveness usually is.

First-year teachers are great for many reasons. They are full of energy and ideas. They are optimistic and see endless potential in their students and themselves. Really, the only thing they lack is experience and now you have become part of that experience with them and for them. How can you support a first-year teacher? Suzanne Cottrell, a friend and former teacher induction specialist, suggests the following:
  • They are professionals. They have been trained and successfully achieved both content and pedagological exams in order to teach your children. Trust in them. "Refrain from assuming the worst about first-year teachers." (http://www.ed.gov/)
  • Be supportive of the teacher at home. Always talk positively about him with your student. You may not always agree with a teacher and his methods but talking negatively about the teacher with the student or while the student is listening will only foster a negative attitude in the student. Students should be happy and comfortable in the school setting and parents play an important role in their student's feeling of safety in the classroom.
  • Teach your student responsibility and organization. Organizational items can eat up a teacher's valuable preparation time. Teachers prefer to spend time on preparing to teach and teaching rather than figuring out which students don't have lunch money, missing library books and field trip permission slips. Return homework and other items on time, when requested, and completed accurately. Late work, late anything is the bain of a teacher's existence. It takes twice as much work to handle a late assignment as one turned in on time!
  • Share important information about your student with the teacher. One mother was frustrated with her son's first-year teacher because she struggled assigning him level-appropriate readers. Give the teacher information about what your student's strengths and weaknesses are. Some primary grade classes have 30 students and secondary schools 35+. Parents have a responsibility to keep teachers informed about changes that may affect a student's performance at school.
  • Volunteer to help in specific ways. New teachers are not often adept at using volunteers effectively. Vounteer to be responsible for bulletin boards, field trips, working with struggling students, assembling classroom materials, publishing a weekly newsletter. What do you enjoy doing? Combine your talents and look for the need.
  • Talk to the teacher first about problems. Nothing is more frustrating than to have the principal request you to call or meet with a parent who didn't talk to you first. The teacher is your partner in your student's education. Open lines of communication are a must.

In Doctrine & Covenants 88:78 it reads, "Teach ye diligently and my grace shall attend thee, that you may be intstructed more perfectly." Pray for your first-year teacher that he will teach diligently for if he does, God's grace will attend and he will be instructed more perfectly. On many occasions in public school and in church settings, I have been instructed more perfectly on how to reach, teach and help individual students or teach a specific concept or accomplish seemingly insurmountable tasks. Thank you to all the parents who believed in me, supported me, volunteered in my class, and prayed for me as I taught-especially my first year.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

At Ease in Zion

When I taught French, I took several student groups to Europe. From the experience of others and that of my own, I had a few rules students and chaperones were asked to follow as we traveled. Two of the most important were:

1. Carry your money and your passport on your body at all times, even while sleeping!

2. Never leave doors or windows open or propped open at hotels.

In 1996, I departed with a great group of students and advisors for a 15-day trip to London, Paris and Rome. After 5 marvelous days exploring London, we rode the Chunnel to Paris and during our first night there, I met one of my former host families for dinner. That morning as I arose I didn't feel quite right but brushed it off. It wasn't until we were on the Metro that the full impact of the dinner the night before made itself known.

For the next four days, I toured my Parisian hotel, traveling from my bed to the bathroom. By our last night in Paris, I was sick of being sick. It was unseasonably warm and I was sweaty, sticky and hot! Throwing caution to the wind, I unstrapped my money belt, took off my passport holder, threw open the windows hoping for a breeze and promptly fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning feeling much better. My fever had broken and I had slept well. We would check out of the hotel and travel by overnight train to Italy. I showered, dressed and went to put on my watch, earrings and necklace-but where was my little travel jewelry case? and my purse? and my eyeglass case? and my MONEY! and my PASSPORT!

I woke my roommate and together we searched the entire room, finding nothing. Opening the door to go to the front desk revealed my empty purse and eyeglass case. Obviously, a thief had visited me in the night and had taken my things of value and discarded the rest.

Instead of spending my final day in Paris visiting the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre or Les Champs Elysee, I toured the American Embassy and the American Express office for a new passport and new traveler's checks.

How did I let this happen to me? Why did I break my own rules?

I felt comfortable in Paris. I had traveled there and lived there several times. I disobeyed the rules-my rules-because I felt secure and didn't feel well.

Isn't this a favorite temptation of Satan?

"And others will he pacify and lull them away into carnal security, that they will say: all is well in Zion; yea Zion prospereth, all is well-and thus the devil cheateth their souls, and leadeth them away carefully down to hell." 2 Nephi 28:21

How many times have we rationalized personal prayers, family scripture study, family home evening, tithing, food storage because we felt "secure" or "comfortable"?

Perhaps it is when we feel secure or comfortable that we should be the most worried. What if our "trial" is not one of poor health, addiction, wayward children, financial instability or abusive relationships but one, instead, of security?

How might we avoid the inevitable "cheating of our souls" and "leading away carefully down to hell"?
  • Keep an eternal perspective. Knowing where we ultimately want to be will help us make choices daily that will get us there. "Choose you this day whom ye will serve; but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." (Joshua 24:15)
  • Remember line upon line; precept upon precept. We will not have a perfect family home evening every time but as we try and succeed and try and fail, we will learn and grow together.
  • Energize personal scripture study, especially the Book of Mormon. Are we simply reading the scriptures or are we studying them? Do we need to enliven our scripture study? Study the scriptures in conjunction with "Preach My Gospel", "Young Women Personal Progress", "Faith in God" or the "Addiction Recovery Program."
  • Pray with real intent. As we pray with real intent, we invite the Holy Ghost to teach us truth. Heavenly Father will instruct us in our "security" and we will know what we must personally do to remain steadfast and immovable.

Although I had lulled myself into security, I was quick to realize my mistakes and repent. The Lord showered his tender mercies upon me. After a long day, I boarded a night train to Italy with a new passport (with a great picture!), new traveler's checks and my students!

"Therefore, blessed are they who will repent and hearken unto the voice of the Lord their God; for these are they that shall be saved." Helaman 12:23.