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Sunday, July 29, 2012

Sunday Morning

Here is today's reading from Emmet Fox:

It's called "Maintaining the Mental Equivalent"

There is an instructive legend of the Middle Ages. It seems that a certain citizen was arrested by one of the barons and shut up in a dungeon by a ferocious looking jailer who carried a great key. The door of his cell shut with a bang. He lay in the dark dungeon for twenty years. Each day the big door would be opened with a great creaking; water and bread would be thrust in and the door closed again.

After twenty years the prisoner decided that he wanted to die but he did not want to commit suicide, so the next day when the jailer came he would attack him, and the jailer would then kill him. In preparation he thought he should examine the door, so he turned the handle, and to his amazement the door opened. He found that there was no lock. He groped along the corridor and felt his way upstairs. At the top of the stairs two soldiers were chatting, and they made no attempt to stop him. He crossed the great yard. There was an armed guard on the drawbridge but paid no attention to him, and he walked out a free man. He went home unmolested. He had been a captive, not of stone and iron, but of false belief. He had only thought he was locked in.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise Thy name; the righteous shall compass me about; for Thou shalt deal bountifully with me (Psalm 142:7).

There is so much symbolism here. I am going to let you ponder this and think about your own jailer and your own prison. The key has special symbolism I think. It doesn't have to be that way if you are struggling. You will find if you read this several times, each time will bring some new realization to you.

We create our own prisons in our minds. We can change our lives by changing our minds. Think deeply about that.

We have some bloggers who don't mince words and bloggers who take a more gentle approach. It's all good. It seems like some come down pretty hard on others. We need that sometimes don't you think?

I was thinking this morning about teachers. Which teachers are the ones you remember and are thankful for the most? Was it the ones with high expectations? Was it the ones who had good classroom management skills (known back in the day as discipline). Did they expect and receive respect?

We had a math teacher and an English teacher at Eastern Hancock who were hard on the students. The math teacher did not spoon feed. If the content had been taught before he did not take class time to teach it over again. If students did not listen or didn't care enough to master the former content it was their problem. The English teacher did not listen to whining about how hard or long the assignments were. She had high expectations. Guess what? Those were the two teachers that students came back from college and thanked. They told them they were ready for college level work because of the instruction and expectations of these two teachers. These two teachers even took heat from parents because their little darlings were being pushed too hard in their opinion. These two teachers held their ground with parents as well (as you might expect). We also had a drill team sponsor who took our little school that graduated maybe 80 students a year to a national championship.  Do you think she cared if they had a headache? She even weighed the girls and expected and received "compliance".

I guess my point is we learn the most and go the farthest with the people who don't let us get by with being slackers. We need to have the same expectations of ourselves as do these others who seem like they just don't understand. They do but they also know we have to get past our self-imposed limitations in order to get the job done.

Have a wonderful, blessed Sunday my friends.

4 comments:

  1. Love this post Myra. You are absolutely right. There was one professor in University that was a real hard-ass and everyone hated him, but it was super hard to get into one of his classes because he was an excellent teacher. I have to admit, for all the turmoil he caused me, I learned the most from him. Just like I learn the most from the bloggers who lay it on the line and don't mince words. You included! Thanks for sharing all your wisdom:)

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    1. I always appreciate your comments Leigh. You are careful to thank those who help you along the way, and it warms my heart to know you benefit from what I write. I try to say things as "softly" as I can without sacrificing the message. Be careful out there today.

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  2. What a wonderful, symbolic story. I'd have to say my 'captors' worked a bit harder to keep me where I was. ;) They were definitely not as nice or passive as the ones in the story. However, I certainly grew old enough and strong enough to escape my own personal prison way before I actually did. It became an emotional and manipulative prison long after I could have been done with it. I just had no idea that I had any choice at all. If I could help just one person to realize that there are choices and that you are always stronger and better than you think, then my 30 years in captivity will not have been wasted. Sometimes just being reminded is what we need.

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    1. Those of us who have finally gotten it together must keep on with the message. Some don't want to hear it; some are not ready to hear it; and some cannot do it yet. We can look back and see where we could have done things differently but it is all what got us out of the prison for good. Let's be thankful for today's wellness and continue trying to help those who are somewhere on the path we once walked. Take care.

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