Reading With the Tigers

“There must be some way out of here“. (Bob Dylan)

February 2024: There are many ways to revisit a place and there are many ways to leave a place. And sometimes you have to revisit a place in order to finally leave it. I never had interest in returning to the salmon-colored, concrete block basement, but found myself “transported” there. Shortly after I arrived, I noticed small packages in the room. Inside the packages were books of wisdom and philosophy. Somehow the books inside the packages were actually larger than the packages themselves. These books must get bigger with use. I recognized these books and placed them carefully on the desk at the back of the room.

Summer 1967: The salmon-colored concrete basement was a retreat from what was happening upstairs. While the basement was a retreat, it was also a prison. You could go upstairs, but you were not welcome. Scorn and contempt drove you back to the basement to find some peace – and there you stayed. That’s how the basement also became a place of conditioning. The fact that you were not welcome upstairs gradually conditioned you to believe you were not welcome anywhere.

Spring 1964: Scott was in first grade. Mrs. Lager was deeply committed to teaching kids to read, write, and think. She assigned each student to write about a classmate. Scott’s paper was about a boy named David. In the middle of his paper he wrote: “David reads with the tigers” (this was not a metaphor, but a reference to the classroom reading group David was assigned to). Scott took the paper home, but with a large family and many school papers coming through the door, the story was lost.

September 1963: David began first grade. He was a six-year-old neglected kid with dirty clothes, poor social skills, and a speech impediment. David noticed Mrs. Lager didn’t retreat from him the way other adults did. She wanted to ensure every kid coming to her classroom would learn to read by the end of the year. So — David learned to “read with the tigers”. (This was an actual reading group and a metaphor.)

Summer 1990: David begins to “read with the tigers”. (This is a metaphor, not the reading group.) The “tigers” are writers and thinkers of substance.

2017: A family was remodeling a home. They opened up a wall and found what looked like an old school paper. They called the previous owner of the house and asked if she wanted it. This turned out to be Scott’s first grade paper from over 50 years ago. 

November 13, 2017: Scott sent David a photo of the 53-year-old school paper.

February 1, 2018: Scott sent the original school paper in a gold frame to David for his birthday.

February 11, 2024: David finished his visit to the basement (remember, there are many ways to revisit a place). He walked out of the basement and when he reached the top of the steps, he looked to the right at the “forbidden” upstairs. David has “read with the tigers” for a long time now, but this is the first time he realized the upstairs was where the real prison was and where the real prisoners were kept. He walked out the door.

February 12, 2024: David continues to “read with the tigers”.

February 13, 2024: David reflects on how grateful he is for a teacher who believed a neglected six-year-old could learn to “read with the tigers”.

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Change Your Words – Change Your Life

The words we choose to use may seem to be of minor importance, but, for better or worse, they can change our life.

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Participation Trophy or Podium Finish

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In the Bleak Midwinter: Christmas 2023

Photo: by Janet Small – Nativity Arrangement by Our Grandchildren

Yet it was you who took me from the womb; you kept me safe on my mother’s breast. On you I was cast from my birth, and since my mother bore me you have been my God. (Psalm 22.9-10)

I’ve had a lot of wonderful Christmases. There are the childhood memories of family celebrations. Janet and I were married 10 days before Christmas. We’ve had 40 years of celebrating with our children and grandchildren. We’ve even spent a Christmas Day in Bethlehem standing within feet of where Jesus was born.

It was 75 and sunny on the West Bank as we drove by the Star & Bucks coffee shop in downtown Bethlehem. It was hardly the “Bleak Midwinter” we hear about in the Christmas Song or the “Bleak Midwinter” in pre-climate change “Minn-a-soda” where I was raised. 

In the bleak midwinter 
Frosty wind made moan;
Earth stood hard as iron, 
Water like a stone;
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In my family of origin, Christmas Eve was the reference point for Christmas celebrations. There was an abundance of presents, children and grandchildren, and nieces and nephews. Christmas Eve also came with an abundance of conflict, fighting, competition, hurt feelings, temper tantrums, and scheming. This was mostly from the adults.

In this context is my favorite childhood Christmas memory. It was the afternoon of Christmas Eve. I went ice-skating for several hours. My friends were already celebrating or traveling, so I went alone — or should I say in solitude. I pretty much had the rink and chalet to myself. It was snowing.

Snow had fallen, snow on snow, 
Snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter
Long ago
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A few blocks away was a public nativity scene. Off to the side was a message: “Wise Men Still Seek Him“. While there were a few scattered attempts to get us to church as kids, most of my theology came from TV and Christmas songs. Yet this nativity scene fascinated me. Why? Because I believed this story. 

Without being formally taught, I already had a faith in Jesus Christ. But how did this happen? How did I get to this faith with sparse and often erroneous teaching about Jesus combined with a strong dose of myth, tradition, sentimentalism, and fairy tales? The Gospel of John explains why. Jesus reveals himself: 

  • “The true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world.”
  • “What has come into being in him was life, and the life was the light of all people.”
  • “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.”

The wise may still seek him according to the nativity scene, but there is something even more profound: He came to seek me! He found a way to reach me apart from the church or theological training. This is the part many miss about Christianity. It’s the seeking and acceptance by Jesus Christ of who we are — just as we are. Once we embrace our status that “We are loved”, it opens up new possibilities and we find the magic in Christmas.

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1In the Bleak Midwinter. Poem by Christina Rossetti and later turned into a Christmas Carol by Gustav Holst. Information and poem formatting provided by Wikipedia

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How Power Works

A significant part of the Christmas/Christian message is about “power” and specifically, the redistribution of power. Authoritarianism, oppression, and controlling others is replaced with justice, equity, love, humility, and freedom. Of course, in our troubled world, it may not seem like this is working very well. I address that in this post.  

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