Sunday, 24 March 2019
Friday, 22 March 2019
Teaching Math
It's math month in the home school room. The first week, we learned about Euclid and some geometry (shapes, perimeter, angles, and symmetry). The second week, we learned about Pythagoras and his theorem, as well as odd/even numbers, triangular numbers, and perfect numbers. Next week, we're learning about Fibonacci so we can see the beauty of the Fibonacci sequence. There's a bit of adding and subtracting thrown in, and basically fun with numbers.
The most fun part is teaching the little kids (grades 1-3) things like the Pythagorean theorem and how to do square numbers and all sort of math that they've never heard about. They have no clue what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure how much they remember (although they could all explain right angles to me a week after I taught it, so there's that), but they just have so much enthusiasm for it, and they're so delighted when they understand something. They haven't reached a point where they think that they can't do it, so they listen eagerly and make the connections and love it!
Seriously, we have this conversation all the time:
One (or more) of them: I don't understand that.
Me: I know, but I'm going to explain it to you, okay?
Them: Okay!
And then I explain it, and they get it (to whatever extent), and we're all happy.
It's a bit more challenging with the bigger kids who already know that some learning is really hard, but even they try learning what I'm teaching. The best part is that they aren't afraid to say when they don't understand, so I can try again. And some of them already know some of what I'm teaching (and most of them can do the basic math behind the concepts), so that helps.
So far, math month has been a lot of fun.
The most fun part is teaching the little kids (grades 1-3) things like the Pythagorean theorem and how to do square numbers and all sort of math that they've never heard about. They have no clue what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure how much they remember (although they could all explain right angles to me a week after I taught it, so there's that), but they just have so much enthusiasm for it, and they're so delighted when they understand something. They haven't reached a point where they think that they can't do it, so they listen eagerly and make the connections and love it!
Seriously, we have this conversation all the time:
One (or more) of them: I don't understand that.
Me: I know, but I'm going to explain it to you, okay?
Them: Okay!
And then I explain it, and they get it (to whatever extent), and we're all happy.
It's a bit more challenging with the bigger kids who already know that some learning is really hard, but even they try learning what I'm teaching. The best part is that they aren't afraid to say when they don't understand, so I can try again. And some of them already know some of what I'm teaching (and most of them can do the basic math behind the concepts), so that helps.
So far, math month has been a lot of fun.
Friday, 15 March 2019
This Week
This week has been a bit much. I'm not adjusting well to the time change, there were some issues at work, and I'm feeling a bit let down by some friends (although I'm trying to think the best in that situation). Overall, I've been a bit down this week.
I've been doing my best to keep going, to just do the next thing. I'm not sure how many times I've recited Psalm 139, remembering that God is with me no matter what, and that He is in control (He had my life planned out from before I was born).
And I've prayed a lot. Sometimes they were longer prayers, and sometimes they were short,
disjointed prayers for help to get through this next thing or the next moment. I've prayed for forgiveness and patience and understanding and help.
I'm trying to be thankful (and I have so much to be thankful for) and to praise God in everything and to find the good things in life.
I want to be like Job in chapter 1. Everything was about as bad as it could get, and he didn't pretend that it was good, but he also didn't give up. He grieved and he worshiped God, and he did not sin.
I've been doing my best to keep going, to just do the next thing. I'm not sure how many times I've recited Psalm 139, remembering that God is with me no matter what, and that He is in control (He had my life planned out from before I was born).
And I've prayed a lot. Sometimes they were longer prayers, and sometimes they were short,
disjointed prayers for help to get through this next thing or the next moment. I've prayed for forgiveness and patience and understanding and help.
I'm trying to be thankful (and I have so much to be thankful for) and to praise God in everything and to find the good things in life.
I want to be like Job in chapter 1. Everything was about as bad as it could get, and he didn't pretend that it was good, but he also didn't give up. He grieved and he worshiped God, and he did not sin.
Saturday, 9 March 2019
About Friendship
I've been thinking about friendship lately. I always found it difficult to make friends; as a child, I was the one on the sidelines, never quite fitting in, and usually picked last. I didn't seem to see the world the same as other people, and I didn't like the same things. Looking back now, I can see that I grew up with a very small number of people (in elementary school, my class had (I think) 12-15 people). There simply wasn't enough diversity within the group to accommodate someone who wasn't quite the same, and there were a couple strong personalities to dictate how things were done. Growing up, though, I didn't understand that and I thought that there was something wrong with me and that I would never quite fit in. I think that it kept me from reaching out for a long time, because I was afraid of being rejected.
This is what I realized this week: I have a lot of friends now, ranging from "casual acquaintances for light, surface talk" through "pretty good friends" to "friends who are like family" and "she who knows way to much about me for us to ever stop being friends".
Some of them came from others reaching out to me, but a lot of them came from me not being afraid to reach out. I started inviting people over for dinner (starting with families of my Sunday School students, and then other families in the church), and getting to know them. Sometimes it proved that we could be friendly but not really friends, but other times it's resulted in an unexpected friendship as I learned that we thought alike in many ways, that we laughed at the same jokes, and that we were all "of the race that knows Joseph" (see Anne's House of Dreams by L.M. Montgomery).
What I've learned is that "if you want to have a friend, you have to be a friend" is true, although you have to accept that not every attempt at reaching out will end with a friend. Sometimes you just don't click, and that's okay. It doesn't mean that there's anything wrong with you or them; it just means that you need to try with the next person. And sometimes other people are afraid to reach out, and it's nice for them if you do the work of starting a friendship.
Also, it's okay to not have a lot of really close friends. I'm pretty happy with a very, very small circle of "kindred spirits" in my life (see Anne of Green Gables). If you look at friendship as a set of concentric circles, there are only a couple people in my inner circle, a few in the next circle, a lot in the third circle, and then the others start to blur together (it gets too hard to categorize friendships after a while). That's the way friendship works.
This is what I realized this week: I have a lot of friends now, ranging from "casual acquaintances for light, surface talk" through "pretty good friends" to "friends who are like family" and "she who knows way to much about me for us to ever stop being friends".
Some of them came from others reaching out to me, but a lot of them came from me not being afraid to reach out. I started inviting people over for dinner (starting with families of my Sunday School students, and then other families in the church), and getting to know them. Sometimes it proved that we could be friendly but not really friends, but other times it's resulted in an unexpected friendship as I learned that we thought alike in many ways, that we laughed at the same jokes, and that we were all "of the race that knows Joseph" (see Anne's House of Dreams by L.M. Montgomery).
What I've learned is that "if you want to have a friend, you have to be a friend" is true, although you have to accept that not every attempt at reaching out will end with a friend. Sometimes you just don't click, and that's okay. It doesn't mean that there's anything wrong with you or them; it just means that you need to try with the next person. And sometimes other people are afraid to reach out, and it's nice for them if you do the work of starting a friendship.
Also, it's okay to not have a lot of really close friends. I'm pretty happy with a very, very small circle of "kindred spirits" in my life (see Anne of Green Gables). If you look at friendship as a set of concentric circles, there are only a couple people in my inner circle, a few in the next circle, a lot in the third circle, and then the others start to blur together (it gets too hard to categorize friendships after a while). That's the way friendship works.
Sunday, 3 March 2019
Chapter 15
Pastor James is still preaching through 1 Corinthians (and has been since April 3, 2016). To be fair, Pastor Mike has preached a lot in there (almost all of Ephesians and part of Ecclesiastes as well as a few other sermons), and James has also preached on other passages here and there, and there has been the occasional guest preacher. It hasn't really taken him almost 3 full years to get through 1 Corinthians (although we're not done yet).
I've really enjoyed these sermons, even the ones that hurt (I'm looking at you, nine sermons on love from chapter 13). It was a good hurt, one that brought healing. Other sermons were more cerebral (as Pastor James put it), and gave me things to think through; those ones appealed to the student in me.
These past few weeks have been different, because now we're on chapter 15 and the glorious truths of the gospel and the resurrection and the future hope. These sermons have given me great joy and delight.
I'm really just here to sent you there to listen to them. Enjoy!
I've really enjoyed these sermons, even the ones that hurt (I'm looking at you, nine sermons on love from chapter 13). It was a good hurt, one that brought healing. Other sermons were more cerebral (as Pastor James put it), and gave me things to think through; those ones appealed to the student in me.
These past few weeks have been different, because now we're on chapter 15 and the glorious truths of the gospel and the resurrection and the future hope. These sermons have given me great joy and delight.
I'm really just here to sent you there to listen to them. Enjoy!
Thursday, 28 February 2019
The Great Elephant: A Review
The Great Elephant is an allegory for children by Nik Ranieri. It's has all the makings of a great story: the plot moves along nicely (without being too dragged out); the illustrations are excellent; and the message is clear without taking away from the story.
We have it in the church library, and I grabbed it on Wednesday to read to the little ones in the home school room (it's still book month, and so after they do some "silent" reading, I love reading to them). I had it in my hand when I switched to the big kids' room, and a couple of them asked me to read it to them. After silent reading time, I obliged, and soon the whole group had gathered in our corner for story time.
The story is pretty straight forward: Quinn, a small mouse, is ready to make his own way in the world, but when he sets out, things go very wrong. He decides to look for the Great Elephant (his dad had told Quinn stories about the Great Elephant when he was a child). Along the way, Quinn runs into a host of characters who are determined to steer him astray (while pretending to help). In the end, the Great Elephant comes along and saves Quinn from the jaws of death and gives him a new home.
Quinn seems like everyone who has ever set out into the world with a determination to do things his way and to be independent. His attitude and problems are realistic, as is his response when the meets the various characters and then the Great Elephant. The other characters are well developed and it's easy to see them in the real world as they try to lead people astray from the truth. They ring true to anyone who has dealt with legalism, worldly wisdom, or any other false gospels.
The home school room children loved the story, even the ones who had heard it before. They could sense Quinn's fear and despair, and they rejoiced when he was rescued. They laughed at the bits of humour and tensed at the scary bits. It's just a really, really enjoyable story, and is great for reading aloud.
One of my favourite things about the book is that although it was written for children, the author never dumbs down the language. So many books for children seem to keep to very simple words, but Ranieri uses longer words where they are needed, and the kids had no trouble keeping up. I love when books use good words and building a child's vocabulary rather than limiting it.
The illustrations are amazing, which is no surprise since it seems that Nik Ranieri is (or was?) a Disney animator. The kids loved them (their favourite was when the Great Elephant comes and the false teachers are trying to run away in terror).
In all, it's a great story, and I highly recommend it.
We have it in the church library, and I grabbed it on Wednesday to read to the little ones in the home school room (it's still book month, and so after they do some "silent" reading, I love reading to them). I had it in my hand when I switched to the big kids' room, and a couple of them asked me to read it to them. After silent reading time, I obliged, and soon the whole group had gathered in our corner for story time.
The story is pretty straight forward: Quinn, a small mouse, is ready to make his own way in the world, but when he sets out, things go very wrong. He decides to look for the Great Elephant (his dad had told Quinn stories about the Great Elephant when he was a child). Along the way, Quinn runs into a host of characters who are determined to steer him astray (while pretending to help). In the end, the Great Elephant comes along and saves Quinn from the jaws of death and gives him a new home.
Quinn seems like everyone who has ever set out into the world with a determination to do things his way and to be independent. His attitude and problems are realistic, as is his response when the meets the various characters and then the Great Elephant. The other characters are well developed and it's easy to see them in the real world as they try to lead people astray from the truth. They ring true to anyone who has dealt with legalism, worldly wisdom, or any other false gospels.
The home school room children loved the story, even the ones who had heard it before. They could sense Quinn's fear and despair, and they rejoiced when he was rescued. They laughed at the bits of humour and tensed at the scary bits. It's just a really, really enjoyable story, and is great for reading aloud.
One of my favourite things about the book is that although it was written for children, the author never dumbs down the language. So many books for children seem to keep to very simple words, but Ranieri uses longer words where they are needed, and the kids had no trouble keeping up. I love when books use good words and building a child's vocabulary rather than limiting it.
The illustrations are amazing, which is no surprise since it seems that Nik Ranieri is (or was?) a Disney animator. The kids loved them (their favourite was when the Great Elephant comes and the false teachers are trying to run away in terror).
In all, it's a great story, and I highly recommend it.
Friday, 22 February 2019
Outside
I've been told that I should go for a walk every day. The goal is not so much exercise (although that's good), but just to get me out of the house and to help clear my mind. I find walking helpful for thinking things through and dealing with any troubling thoughts that are trying to take over. It's generally peaceful, there are few distractions, and it's a good time to think and pray about things.
Of course, it's winter and night comes early, so that's been modified for now. If I can go in the morning (often on the way to work), that's good, and then I'm supposed to go on Fridays and Sundays (when I'm not working). The other caveat is that it has to be above -20 (including the wind chill or the "feels like" factor) and no fresh snow on icy sidewalks (because a nasty fall would not be good for my health).
It's been cold for too long now. I've been taking the long way to work to avoid the walking part because even when it's not too cold, the wind is sharp and cutting. My walking has been to and from the bus stop and that's it.
Today, there was the perfect convergence of nice weather and a day off. It was only -2 and there was no wind. I was delighted. It's been a tough week or so and I really, really needed the fresh air and time to unwind and refresh. It was lovely and quiet (with only the occasional other walker). The pond is frozen, of course, with a coat of snow only sometimes broken by tracks (that seem to be more animal than human). I was out for around 40 minutes and came home only a little cold. I plan to go out again soon to enjoy the nice weather again. It's not expected to last; by tomorrow, the forecast is -15 (feels like -23), and it doesn't look like it will be much better until late next week (if then).
I hadn't been walking much even when the weather was nicer. I did walk part way to work most days (it's about a 20-30 minute walk), so that was something. In the evenings, it's dark before I get home (I get off between 7 and 8, so it's dark before I leave work). I didn't realize how much I was missing even the walks to work until today. It's my new advice to people dealing with anything: take a walk, unwind, and get a fresh perspective on life.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm feeling properly warmed up (thank you hot chocolate) and just about ready to head back out for a short while.
Of course, it's winter and night comes early, so that's been modified for now. If I can go in the morning (often on the way to work), that's good, and then I'm supposed to go on Fridays and Sundays (when I'm not working). The other caveat is that it has to be above -20 (including the wind chill or the "feels like" factor) and no fresh snow on icy sidewalks (because a nasty fall would not be good for my health).
It's been cold for too long now. I've been taking the long way to work to avoid the walking part because even when it's not too cold, the wind is sharp and cutting. My walking has been to and from the bus stop and that's it.
Today, there was the perfect convergence of nice weather and a day off. It was only -2 and there was no wind. I was delighted. It's been a tough week or so and I really, really needed the fresh air and time to unwind and refresh. It was lovely and quiet (with only the occasional other walker). The pond is frozen, of course, with a coat of snow only sometimes broken by tracks (that seem to be more animal than human). I was out for around 40 minutes and came home only a little cold. I plan to go out again soon to enjoy the nice weather again. It's not expected to last; by tomorrow, the forecast is -15 (feels like -23), and it doesn't look like it will be much better until late next week (if then).
I hadn't been walking much even when the weather was nicer. I did walk part way to work most days (it's about a 20-30 minute walk), so that was something. In the evenings, it's dark before I get home (I get off between 7 and 8, so it's dark before I leave work). I didn't realize how much I was missing even the walks to work until today. It's my new advice to people dealing with anything: take a walk, unwind, and get a fresh perspective on life.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm feeling properly warmed up (thank you hot chocolate) and just about ready to head back out for a short while.
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