Showing posts with label graduation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label graduation. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Still a Student

So, begins my last semester as a BA student. If all goes as planned, I will be graduating from Metro on May 12th. This is, by no means, the end of my educational pursuits. I’ve recently (Jan. 9th) found the Master’s program of my dreams. Just knowing that the program exists is great. I’m applying for the program, and will soon find out if it is in my future. By soon, I assume that any registration approval will be dependent on my graduation at Metro.

So, I start a process that will require patience and perseverance. What to do if they don’t agree with me that theirs is the perfect program for me? Probably try again. I will cross that bridge if I come to it.
Life continues in Colorado. I have been writing nearly everyday, but it was for a particularly demanding course. This semester may be just as demanding. So, I don't know if I will write more blogs or not. The last semester was too full for me to write. Whereas, I began this semester today, and felt the urge to write flippant things that would remind me how far I've come, and why I'm here. I'm here to move forward with my education. As a mom with two Mozambican sons enrolled in University in Chimoio, I feel it's important for me to be true to my educational dreams and aim higher.
It is interesting, and a little bit uncomfortable, to be a student with children who are students, but I will encourage anyone who wants to be a student to move towards your goal. Find that program or school that rings your bells and go for it. Its probably good to find a few similar programs and keep researching and learning in what ever fashion you amass information and knowledge best.
with lots of love, 
Missionary Momma Mia

Saturday, May 14, 2016

When darkness falls

There are leaders who stumble when darkness falls over their lives, and so many people talk about their 'abuse of authority'. We have probably all experienced some degree of injustice, unfairness, or even abuse from some figure of authority.

We cannot change the figure of authority, or their behavior. We can change our response to their behavior, and maybe just maybe we can influence them to change. When darkness falls, we fail to look with eyes of brilliance. When darkness falls, we fail to see where roadblocks lay in front of us. When darkness falls, we stumble in the shadow and hope we find our way back to the light.

I didn’t want to write much tonight. I was thinking about going to bed and writing tomorrow. I have honored my Sabbath rest plan by taking either Saturday evening or Sunday evening off from blogging, or even journaling. It has been a blessing for me to know that I’m not trying to produce something or force my own hand. I’m just going with the flow of the Holy Spirit, and writing about what comes to mind and what surfaces from my memory.

Tonight, I thought that if I did write, it would be about the majestic feeling of an American University Graduation Ceremony and my reflections on the many Bible School Graduation Ceremonies we attended or were a part of in Mozambique. I find myself more invested in the ‘whys’ behind the feelings of grandeur and awe, completion and unity, accomplishment and growth.

See, the 'why' in Mozambique is similar to here, but it looked different. We were so honored to be able to give each graduating Bible student a t-shirt and a certificate. We would celebrate with them in the presence of the Lord with prayer tunnels and big slobbery piles of graduates who were overcome by the weighty presence of God. They responded in tears and laughter falling on the floor or jumping for joy. They would crumple to the straw mats at the front of the traditionally constructed mud church. The floor was special. It had a layer of smooth cement, instead of pounded dirt. That made for a lot less dust when they congregation was dancing. The altar area was made softer for the knees and bodies of people who feel over under God’s presence and anointing with straw mats laid out as natural carpet. Sometimes there would be a huddle of people who feel in a bunch. Men on their faces had another man falling onto the floor so close to him that his head was on his brother’s back. They didn’t care. They didn’t wait for 'catchers' to allow them to fall in an orderly fashion on the floor of the church altar so they wouldn't touch their neighbor. They just receive everything that was available for them from God. They responded with open hearts and unrestricted behavior. They weren’t overly aware of what someone watching might be thinking or concerned if they landed on their classmate. They just wanted more of God. Their certificate wasn’t the objective! Their hearts full of God and his presence IS their objective! They wanted every last drop of anointing, impartation, and tangible LOVE that was thick in that big meeting room before they headed back home to their homes and their families after three months of intensive Bible training.

Their graduation ceremony was so intensely different from my brother’s University graduation ceremony today. Yet, I felt such an awe and majesty that left me thrilled for each and every graduate. I am seriously hopeful that each one of them left their ceremony with a wonderful feeling of accomplishment and self-worth, along with the education they were looking for. It was truly touching. It was altogether different from our ceremonies in Africa. The floor was cement though! And it happened in one BIG room. So very different though in almost every other aspect.

The lights and sound were so professional, the seating was sufficient for all the attendants, not waning electricity and standing room only. The stage was swanky, and they were all dressed in dignified robes. It was full of splendor and honor just like our ceremony in Africa, but it looked very different. We had dignified t-shirts and caps for our grads (baseball caps). We also had honor for our faculty, directors and our God. It looked very different at the end though. I’m sure that the graduating students celebrated their diplomas in a fashion fitting to their environment. 

So what is it that our environment is creating? What kind of atmosphere is our environment inviting? Are we people who have such a strong sense of authority that we command and affect our environment? Or are we affected by our environment? Sometimes a environment is to strong and its best we get out of there, but where we live, work and celebrate community and fellowship is our typical environment. Are we affecting our environment or being affected? or both?

If we are certain we are affecting our environment, how do we really know if our authority is internal coming from a source of unending power connected to our spirits, or an environmentally accepted and adorned position of power that invokes temporal authority? I think we dwell in the shadows until we command the light to increase. If we can go to a dark place and cause light to shine then we can know that we are affecting our environment. If we can stay under a shadow (only as long as Papa God is asking us too) and contend for light until it gets brighter, then we are affecting our environment.

When darkness falls we can run to the other side of the cave, cloud, or storm; or we can hover over a little chicks like a momma chicken who knows the storm will pass, the cloud won’t last, or our eyes will adjust to the dim light of the cave or our other senses will respond to the Holy Spirit as he guides us to safety.

For years I’ve wondered how leaders can forgive the gravest offenses. They give glory to God for what he has done in spite of stupid people doing stupid things! They don't focus on the offense, they give glory to God for his works through them. God is still God. 

Tonight as my husband and I talked for about an hour and half, we realized that if they couldn’t forgive those people turning their back on God they couldn’t forgive us for real or imagined offenses.
We’ve walked through darkness when there were real offenses committed against us, and we really offended other people. Those connections were shattered while we try to pick up the pieces of what was once a healthy life-giving relationship. We stood back and observed different people who offended or hurt us without trying to mend the connection until we were confident in Christ in us, that we weren’t going to mend something that was just going to be shattered again.  The old saying says: Fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me. We waited on God to help us be truly humble, and really see Jesus on them and them. We forgave them. Forgiveness is constant though until the break is mended. But we watched and waited for enough information to go forward and see God heal a broken relationship. 

Let me tell you, there is no reason to try and mend something when the darkness is still hiding some of the broken pieces. When it’s time to rebuild a bridge or glue the shattered pottery, all the missing pieces will be in the light.

When darkness falls, its for a reason. Not so we can point fingers and blame another leader for ‘falling into sin’ or ‘abusing authority’. I believe it helps us to wait, to go lower and deeper into the dark well. To get closer and closer to the red hot embers. It helps us to become the flame that burns up the darkness. It causes us to change.

If someone really does have a tendency to abuse their power, they need to be told how the victim has overcome what they did and are believing God for divine justice on both sides of glory. If someone really has fallen into sin, they need to be loved to repentance. It’s kindness that says, “Oh, you are wearing skin just like me. You need to feel forgiveness that unlocks you from guilt and convicts you to change!” “Oh, you need to be honored as a sister or brother in Christ even if I can’t respect your temporal position of power.”

When darkness falls we can choose to be the light.

From one momma to somebodies child, please don’t try to mend a relationship that isn’t ready to be mended. Burn with love for the person who offended you. How do you do that? Ask God how he sees them, and why are they in your life. Wait until you are ready, but follow Holy Spirit's prompting even if you feel timid inside yourself. Be confident in who you are in Christ, and their response is first of all, between them and Jesus.

My husband and I asked God why someone is still in our lives tonight, and we were pretty overwhelmed with the revelation that came out of our soul searching. (We know that people are going to be with us for eternity, so its good to bring kingdom thinking into our connections with people now. That doesn't mean there aren't people who cause us to lift our eyebrows at God) It’s been years of asking God to help us love some person more, and what is another detail about that person that is important and life giving for our spirits? We realized that someone that we really do love, even though we’ve been hurt by some of their decisions, has some understanding and depth of forgiveness that we can still learn from. If they didn't forgive those terrible things, how could they forgive us? Yep folks, ever once in a blue moon, I might make a mistake, hurt someone, or sin....I need to be forgiven.

Trying to forgive someone is a step closer to forgiveness, and a step farther away from bitterness.

I pray that you can graduate from a grudge and love someone special again.

Lots of love,
Jennifer

Missionary Momma Mia 

Friday, May 13, 2016

Final Final Finished Woowhoo!

I know it's not my graduation tomorrow, but I am still celebrating the final final of this semester being finished. As a returning student, I want to celebrate every single end of a chapter. Graduating is like finishing or publishing a book. I'm happy with the short chapters in between the massive accomplishments.

So here it is:

WooWhoo! I just finished my final assignments for this semester. ;-) 

What a relief. Now I need to register in one or two classes this summer. The register link on my schools page is down. So, I wait while I journal in word. This is the step I need to get to the class I want to take in the fall. That is supposed to be my only class left in the fall. Here’s hoping.

The thing about being a returning student is that catalogs change, programs are adjusted, and even my vision for attending university changes after ten years away from class! It’s a lot of bending and changing that requires flexibility. Thankfully I picked that skill up on the mission field!

I still feel like there is so much unknown in returning to be a student, maybe every student feels that to some degree… that he/she is facing something unknown. That’s part of learning. It’s not just the professors and books. It is awkward for me feeling older than the majority of the students. There are plenty of mature students at my University. I am not the only student over 22. There are lots of students in their mid to late twenties. Thankfully, there are also students near my age or older in each one of my classes. I feel like I could try to blend in with the youngens, But I can’t follow millennial lifestyle anyway. I don’t know their music, tv, or natural form of communication – electronic texts and chatting.

That’s ok. I’m learning that too. I’m learning that I like the quirks that are uniquely ‘me’.  
This is what being a student is about for me right now. Recognizing more of the interesting details about me, and the limitations that I’ve had before I learned how to do stuff like blogging. Who am I kidding? I have sent out emails since 2000, and I still have the same email address. I didn’t save all my emails from back then, but hey, sometimes electronic communication is like a post-it note gone bad that you need to trash….I do think I lost some important stuff though…. Oh well. If I had written it by hand. Wait back then I did write most things by hand and then type them and send them via email….

I have had an account on Myspace, LinkedIn, and am willing to try twitter. I don’t use them super regularly. I forget why I have them. But there is a reason. I’m not a huge fan of these things – really?!? I try to convince myself of that because the romanticism of a written letter is just dreamy! I do love hand written journals. But I can feel the cramp in my hand just thinking about trying to write down the details of a long day or a weird dream.

Typing on a computer is convenient. I don’t have to scratch the words out of my way when I remember another thing that ruins my chronological order of the written account of my day. I can figure out how to cut and paste a detail that doesn’t belong here, but up there at the top of the page – and who cares about pages? It can be seamless if we don’t type in word. Typing on a laptop is even more convenient. I can sit where ever I like, and rattle away on the keyboard while I wait to see if I can register for my other summer class.

It looks like the website is still thinking about opening. Well, a momma has got to sleep. Big day tomorrow. Baby brother is graduating. I’m so proud of him. Now I need some beauty rest if anyone downtown tomorrow is going to think that I am close to his age. J

Lots of love,


Missionary Momma Mia