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General Discussion / Re: Chapter 5: What in the world, in all this world, is grace?
« on: April 28, 2012, 06:44:46 pm »
1. How is your list of gifts growing? Can you share 3 with us?
I'm not quite as far as I'd hoped, but I am to about 100! Three on my current list...
57. Hand sanitizer
75. Clean sheets
78. A balcony
2. Voskamp introduces the concept of "ugly-beautiful" in this chapter. Start another list of ugly-beautiful gifts in your life. Can you share one with us?
I was in this one class my very first semester of grad school that was a living hell. I guess I had been pretty lucky up until this point because I don't ever remember having a professor/teacher that didn't like me or ever made me feel stupid. Ha! Then I took this class. Abstract Algebra II. Which I had already had in undergrad and aced. Now, a year later, I was taking it for graduate credit and was hoping to come out with a C.
I've never gotten anything other than an A.
To top things off, I tried several times to go to the professor and ask questions and I always left in tears (well, I was able to hold them in until I left her office). She would say things like, "The proof is obvious." Or, "I can't tell you anything more. This is for a [homework] grade."
About mid-way through I figured out how to do well in her class AND comprehend the material. I aced the final and ended up getting an A in the class.
So, the ugly is obvious. It was a tormenting class. The prof took away something I thought I was good at--math. She made me feel I wasn't good enough to be a graduate student in mathematics. Oh, did I mention that I was a VERY newly wed, living in the arctic of South Dakota, and my family was getting ready to move to the other side of the ocean during this time?
The beauty: (1) I learned not to base my identity on my grades or what my profs thought of me. (2) I learned study habits that first semester that made the rest of my grad school classes much better.
3. Most have had experiences with people who ask how we can believe in a God who allows xxx to happen. Voskamp reminds us, "All God makes IS good. Can it be that, that which seems to oppose the will of God is actually used of Him to accomplish the will of God?" (pg. 88) Do you have a personal experience that was devastating at the time to walk through, but over time you saw the thread of God stitching it into GOOD?
The most recent difficulty I've walked through was our move back to Oklahoma. We moved back because my sister still had two more years of college and, other than my husband and myself, her closest family was seven time zones away. Once we decided to move back, my parents (along with my two youngest siblings) decided it was time to grace Tulsa again as well. Which, of course, was wonderful.
While I'm thrilled to be close to my family again, I had no idea how hard moving would be. The hardest part has probably been my job. The community college I work for has a monopoly on the gen eds taught in Tulsa and because of this they are able to pay their instructors next to nothing. They mostly only hire part-time instructors (so they don't have to pay us benefits, etc.). To compensate for the fact that I don't make a lot teaching courses for them, I've been tutoring for them also. They pay me minimum wage to tutor students up through differential equations. Talk about a pride-deflator.
I've struggled a lot with this job. But it is basically the only place I can teach in the entire city. And I want to be in this city because of my family. While I have been abused and neglected in my job repeatedly, I've seen God use it for good. Somehow, as a part-time instructor, I was placed with the best group of students, ever--concurrent highschool seniors. I've had more fun teaching these students than nearly anything else I've done in life. So, while I sometimes really, really do not like my employer, I heart my students. A lot.
I realize this situation is not in the "devastating" or "tragic" category. But I can tell you it really does suck sometimes. But, if I didn't have this job, I wouldn't have my students. And it's because of them I feel like I'm making a difference. And you can't put a price on that.
4. How comfortable are you with the idea of pounding your fists on God's heart with grief and anger? Is there a limit to what you can tell Him before you cross over into the realm of blaspheme? Are your actions different than your heart in these situations?
I think I'm fairly comfortable telling God how I feel. I don't think there's a limit on what you can tell Him...since He already knows. One thing I am pretty certain of--God appreciates people who bear their heart open to Him, no matter what they're feeling.
5. Voskamp asks us, "Why doesn't anyone ask THAT 'why?' question?" (pg. 93) [In reference to why should we be given an extra day at all.] How did you respond to this idea? Have you ever considered your own entitlement in your expectations of what God SHOULD provide for you? Do you live like God owes you something?
The quote from G.K. Chesteron really struck me (I actually read it first from StealingFaith, JJ). If there's one quality I like the least in a student, it's entitlement. I absolutely hate it when students think they deserve a better grade, deserve more of my time, deserve to turn something in late...when they've done nothing to earn any of those things. But, as I read Chesterton's quote I realize how entitled I am. Yes, I absolutely feel like I deserve to wake up tomorrow. But why? What have I done to earn that? I realize that the same thing that bothers me in my students is plaguing my own life.
I'm not quite as far as I'd hoped, but I am to about 100! Three on my current list...
57. Hand sanitizer
75. Clean sheets
78. A balcony
2. Voskamp introduces the concept of "ugly-beautiful" in this chapter. Start another list of ugly-beautiful gifts in your life. Can you share one with us?
I was in this one class my very first semester of grad school that was a living hell. I guess I had been pretty lucky up until this point because I don't ever remember having a professor/teacher that didn't like me or ever made me feel stupid. Ha! Then I took this class. Abstract Algebra II. Which I had already had in undergrad and aced. Now, a year later, I was taking it for graduate credit and was hoping to come out with a C.
I've never gotten anything other than an A.
To top things off, I tried several times to go to the professor and ask questions and I always left in tears (well, I was able to hold them in until I left her office). She would say things like, "The proof is obvious." Or, "I can't tell you anything more. This is for a [homework] grade."
About mid-way through I figured out how to do well in her class AND comprehend the material. I aced the final and ended up getting an A in the class.
So, the ugly is obvious. It was a tormenting class. The prof took away something I thought I was good at--math. She made me feel I wasn't good enough to be a graduate student in mathematics. Oh, did I mention that I was a VERY newly wed, living in the arctic of South Dakota, and my family was getting ready to move to the other side of the ocean during this time?
The beauty: (1) I learned not to base my identity on my grades or what my profs thought of me. (2) I learned study habits that first semester that made the rest of my grad school classes much better.
3. Most have had experiences with people who ask how we can believe in a God who allows xxx to happen. Voskamp reminds us, "All God makes IS good. Can it be that, that which seems to oppose the will of God is actually used of Him to accomplish the will of God?" (pg. 88) Do you have a personal experience that was devastating at the time to walk through, but over time you saw the thread of God stitching it into GOOD?
The most recent difficulty I've walked through was our move back to Oklahoma. We moved back because my sister still had two more years of college and, other than my husband and myself, her closest family was seven time zones away. Once we decided to move back, my parents (along with my two youngest siblings) decided it was time to grace Tulsa again as well. Which, of course, was wonderful.
While I'm thrilled to be close to my family again, I had no idea how hard moving would be. The hardest part has probably been my job. The community college I work for has a monopoly on the gen eds taught in Tulsa and because of this they are able to pay their instructors next to nothing. They mostly only hire part-time instructors (so they don't have to pay us benefits, etc.). To compensate for the fact that I don't make a lot teaching courses for them, I've been tutoring for them also. They pay me minimum wage to tutor students up through differential equations. Talk about a pride-deflator.
I've struggled a lot with this job. But it is basically the only place I can teach in the entire city. And I want to be in this city because of my family. While I have been abused and neglected in my job repeatedly, I've seen God use it for good. Somehow, as a part-time instructor, I was placed with the best group of students, ever--concurrent highschool seniors. I've had more fun teaching these students than nearly anything else I've done in life. So, while I sometimes really, really do not like my employer, I heart my students. A lot.
I realize this situation is not in the "devastating" or "tragic" category. But I can tell you it really does suck sometimes. But, if I didn't have this job, I wouldn't have my students. And it's because of them I feel like I'm making a difference. And you can't put a price on that.
4. How comfortable are you with the idea of pounding your fists on God's heart with grief and anger? Is there a limit to what you can tell Him before you cross over into the realm of blaspheme? Are your actions different than your heart in these situations?
I think I'm fairly comfortable telling God how I feel. I don't think there's a limit on what you can tell Him...since He already knows. One thing I am pretty certain of--God appreciates people who bear their heart open to Him, no matter what they're feeling.
5. Voskamp asks us, "Why doesn't anyone ask THAT 'why?' question?" (pg. 93) [In reference to why should we be given an extra day at all.] How did you respond to this idea? Have you ever considered your own entitlement in your expectations of what God SHOULD provide for you? Do you live like God owes you something?
The quote from G.K. Chesteron really struck me (I actually read it first from StealingFaith, JJ). If there's one quality I like the least in a student, it's entitlement. I absolutely hate it when students think they deserve a better grade, deserve more of my time, deserve to turn something in late...when they've done nothing to earn any of those things. But, as I read Chesterton's quote I realize how entitled I am. Yes, I absolutely feel like I deserve to wake up tomorrow. But why? What have I done to earn that? I realize that the same thing that bothers me in my students is plaguing my own life.
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