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Wisdom from Chaim Potok

I am on a Chaim Potok reading spree right now. I just finished my sixth book of his and I continue to be fascinated with the Jewish world that his books reveal. Four of his books that I have read have characters who are members of a Chasidic community. 

There were two quotes that were said by the Rebbe in “The Gift of Asher Lev” that were laden with truth and brought me great comfort as I continued to digest them. Here they are:

“My father, of blessed memory, once said to me, the verse in Genesis: ‘And He saw all that He did and behold it was good’–my father once said that the seeing of God is not like the seeing of man. Man sees only between the blinks of his eyes. He does not know what the world is like during the blinks. He sees the world in pieces, in fragments. But the Master of the Universe sees the world whole, unbroken. That  world is good. Our seeing is broken.”

“The Bratslaver Rebbe taught that obstacles are given us in order to make our desire even stronger. The more a thing is hidden from man, the more he desires it, and the greater chance that he will one day discover it.”

The second one immediately made me think of our invisible God. God often feels distant and it is hard to sometimes feel that we have an intimate relationship with HIm. This quote therefore reminded me that perhaps God chooses to remain more hidden out of His love for us. By remaining hidden, we will not be able to take God’s presence for granted or mistakenly view Him as common; we will thus seek Him more and through that seeking will be blessed by Him.

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meaningful books

On the walk home from the library today I was thinking about my favorite books and by what criteria I should judge books by in order to ascertain which ones would earn the label of “favorite.” The conclusion I came to would be whether or not the book brought me to tears. Not just to tears, but really made me weep. Now if every book I read led me to that emotional state, then that would not be stringent enough of  a standard, but that is not the case with me.  I quickly recalled which books I’ve read as an adult that have caused me to weep. The three are Uncle Tom’s Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe, The Chosen by Chaim Potok, and A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini (that is the order that I read them as well). Not only do I remember at which point in the book that I wept, but I also remember the location where I was when I wept. I find that interesting that I remember those particular details so vividly.  I guess it goes to show that I value weeping and I do. Since knowing God, I have been able to reconnect more and more with my emotions after having felt “shut down” for a long time. For this, I am always grateful for a good cry.

But what does it testify about the book that it led me to weep? It is a testament to the author that he or she crafted characters that the reader really grew to care about and identify with on an intense, involved level. Maybe the reader could relate to an experience or emotion that a character was enduring, or maybe the reader admired who the character was and was thus able to grieve with them, as a friend would. These three books have left me feeling more human and more alive as I witnessed the characters experiencing the commonalities of the human experience like death, loss, and relational conflict. 

 Which books are your favorite? Which books have made you weep?

By the way, I picked up Dred by Harriet Beecher Stowe and My Name is Asher Lev by Chaim Potok today.

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The Good Earth

I just finished The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck, an American woman raised in China. Buck was the first woman and the third American to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1938. Having been raised in China, Buck was well acquainted with Chinese culture and even knew the Chinese language before she knew English. I am a lover of books that usher me in to different cultures although, oftentimes, the realities of the ways and beliefs of different cultures are heartbreaking. Such is the story portrayed in The Good Earth.

The novel begins on the day a poor young farmer, Wang Lung, goes to pick up his wife, who is a slave, from the mansion in which she works. The couple has never met but Wang Lung looks forward to having a woman tend the house and bear children. The story continues on through the years of their marriage and doesn’t end until his wife, O-lan, has died and Wang Lung is on the verge of death. During their lifetime, they had endured extreme poverty and had at last acquired extreme wealth through the fruit of their land.

What left me feeling this book was, at its core, a tragedy was the lack of value placed on women and the lack of intimacy within the familial relationships.

Women were not valued in this culture beyond their ability to conceive men. When Wang Lung’s first two male children are born there is much relief and celebration. But when the third, a girl, is born her birth is announced by her mother as being “only a slave this time–not worth mentioning.” What haunted me most about the way women were treated and viewed in this book is the reality that China is not even free today of viewing women as less than men. I remember the first time that I learned of this: it was in high school and my History teacher was planning to adopt from China. She told us that they would adopt a girl because girls in China were often abandoned and intimated that even worse things could happen to a baby girl. I remember being disgusted and shocked that a baby girl could be killed or abandoned just for being born a girl. My sixteen year old mind could hardly fathom it. But fathom it this book will help you do. In it contains a world where men have multiple wives and women have no say in the matter. A world where a girl’s feet are bound because small feet are beautiful and they help make a girl a better prospect for gaining a respectable husband. When a girl marries she would then be all but forgotten by her own family. A woman inevitably marrying off was actually the reason given by Wang Lung as to why their births could be met with dismay: a girl would not stay with her family, but a boy would grow to be a man and continue to live in his father’s house and carry on his name, trade, and legacy. Having children thus becomes an act of pragmatism, not love.

There is no intimacy within any relationship portrayed in the book. Wang Lung’s first marriage is a practical one and although he often feels proud of his wife’s industriousness, there is no genuine love. This was painfully obvious when he disregards her feelings and takes on a second wife. This second marriage is a lustful one based on Wang Lung’s sexual attraction to a prostitute that he eventually gains for himself. His second wife is disregarded just as the first had been when, years later, Wang Lung gives in to another sexual temptation and this time takes on a third wife who is about forty years younger than he is.

One might think that because such value and esteem is placed on a man having sons that the father-son relationship would be the strongest, healthiest one. But alas, it is not. In fact, there is absolutely no semblance of healthy relationships in this novel, only broken human ones. It seems that for Wang Lung the merit of having a son is just so that he can say and so that his community can see that he has one. Wang Lung takes no interest in knowing who his sons are or building a relationship with them. As their father, he has a right to determine what their lives should look like and only gives in to their desires when it benefits his own life. For example, Wang Lung decides to send his two eldest sons to school after he tires of being made a fool during business transactions when it is evident to others that he cannot read and write. He designates his third son to be the one who knows the land and be a farmer. He decides not to educate his third son because he sees it as no practical need for his own concerns. After all, he reasons, he already has two sons who are educated, he has no need for his third to be so. It is only when his third son becomes restless that his first son is able to convince Wang Lung to educate him. Wang Lung concedes because he is desperately seeking “peace” in his house and doesn’t want the onus of dealing with his third son’s ill temper that has come as a result of being dissatisfied with the lot his father has given him in life. Wang Lung often makes decisions and gives in to others as a way to create peace for himself. The concept of him attaining peace was reiterated over and over again as Wang Lung aged. Sadly though he was a man who in his dying days could only find peace in his land, not his family, not in his religion, certainly not in his marriages. Although his earth was good to him in the ways in which he so desired–he was able to amass wealth and a respectable reputation within his community from it, in it the reader can also see that it served as an idol in this man’s life and he gave it the love and respect he should have given to his family. Nevertheless, we still feel pity for him when he reaps what he has sown and it is known that his sons, in disregard of their father’s wishes, will bring to pass his biggest fear and sell his land when he will die. It is no wonder though that his sons would disrespect his father’s wishes in this way; after all, he has not demonstrated a love towards them that would create a natural desire for them to honor his wishes, rather he has demonstrated a life that has been lived solely for himself. He will die then as an emotional stranger to his wives and sons who look forward to the day when they can sell his beloved land to feed their own selfish desires.

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Uncle Tom’s Cabin

I read Uncle Tom’s Cabin for the first time three and a half years ago. I started right before I left Amsterdam, and finished it after I returned to the States. It is, to date, my favorite book. I appreciate so much the character Tom who has a walk with God that is extraordinarily exemplary–he is a man, enslaved by whites, who responds to his situation and to his oppressors with compassion, love, and forgiveness. He prays for their souls, and weeps for their brokenness. While I draw strength and inspiration by his witness, this attitude that he portrays did garner criticism from African-Americans who felt that Tom was too passive, and should have shown more dissatisfaction with his position. In fact, to call someone an “Uncle Tom,” is an insult that connotes a black who is submissive and content to be in a subservient position. As I read the book, I don’t see Tom as content with his position in society–he deeply mourns the brokenness of his situation–but his faith allows him to withstand the horrors of slavery as he trusts that his God is preparing a place of peace for him in His heavenly Kingdom. Tom understands that the whites who commit these crimes against Him do so because they do not know the love of Christ and are in spiritual darkness. Ergo, Tom seeks to demonstrate that love to them, and actively chooses to live by the way of the cross, which includes loving those who hatefully persecute him.

When I agreed to teach American Literature this year, I was most excited about teaching this book. We are in the middle of it now. I have had the chance to do some research on the author, Harriet Beecher Stowe, and have really enjoyed learning about this woman of God who responded to the call on her life to use her writing talents to speak God’s truth about the slavery issue that was poisoning the U.S. in the 1800s. I was reading through the book Uncle Tom’s Cabin and Mid-Nineteenth Century United States by Moira Davison Reynolds and was blown away when I read about Harriet’s experience that led to her beginning the book.

“According to members of the Stowe family, at church Harriet had a vision. She saw a Negro being flogged viciously at the order of his master. As the man died, he prayed that those who had wronged him would be forgiven. Harriet participated in the communion service in a mechanical, distracted manner, and afterwards walked home. Later that day she wrote out her vision, using names. The saint-like man was Uncle Tom, the owner was Simon Legree, and his henchmen were Sambo and Quimbo. Then she added something: the Christ-like action of Uncle Tom made converts of Sambo and Quimbo.”

Reading that Harriet, a Christian, received this vision moved my heart to praise God. It may seem odd to think that one way God responded to the slavery issue was by moving one of His children to write a book that would challenge and anger people unto laboring and speaking out for change, but that is exactly what I think He did. Not to say that the book was the one and only thing that caused the end of slavery, but certainly it was used as one way that contributed to the dissolve of slavery. God heard the cries of the slaves and He responded. He demonstrated His faithfulness to justice when He delivered the slaves from the institution of slavery. As Harriet reminded us in her preface,

“…the great cause of human liberty is in the hands of one, of whom it is said:

“He shall not fail nor be discouraged

Till He have set judgment in the earth.

He shall deliver the needy when he crieth,

The poor, and him that hath no helper.

He shall redeem their sould from deceit and violence,

And precious shall their blood be in His sight.”

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The Kite Runner

At the urging of my fellow English teacher, Erin, and my student who I adore because she adores English class, I read The Kite Runner. My student, having read and loved the book herself, very much wanted me to read it and brought me in her copy to borrow. It was a really cool experience to have the English student recommending and lending a book to the English teacher. I brought it with me to my parent’s house for the holidays, and engorged its near-400 pages in less than 3 days.

My review of Khaled Hosseini’s The Kite Runner:

The story begins with our protagonist, Amir, a child of ten, living luxuriously in Kabul, Afghanistan circa 1970. These days, I learned, were a fruitful time in Afghan history, the days pre-Taliban. Amir lives with his philanthropic, widely revered father, Baba, and in a hut on their property lives Baba’s lifelong servant, Ali, and Ali’s son, Hassan, who is a year younger than Amir. Hassan is Amir’s best friend, although Amir never quite admits that to himself or to others due to the fact that Hassan is a Hazara, a race of people looked down upon by the Afghans. To the reader, Hassan is immediately adorable–he has an unfettered loyalty to Amir, an infinite propensity to forgive, and he is the fastest “kite runner,” which means that when a kite is brought down during a kiting competition, he can track the falling kite with more success than anyone. As Amir takes the reader into various engaging stories, situations, and recollections of his childhood, we become acutely aware of his shortcomings: his cowardice, which glower in a sharp contrast to Hassan’s endearing qualities, and his insecurities that are constantly triggered by Baba’s near-rejection of him. In Amir’s attempts to be embraced wholly by his distant father, he goes to lengths that are both pitiable, reprehensible, and that ultimately leave him haunted and disgusted by his actions. In his suffering, and as he learns to deal with himself, a self he abhors, I found myself aching with Amir– for who can’t relate and bemoan their past and events that happened that we forever long to go back and change, but tragically can’t?

The story fluidly takes us into Amir’s adulthood where he is living in California after he and Baba escaped the Taliban regime years before. Here, Amir pursues his writing passion, one of his passions that was never quite understood or accepted by Baba. Amir marries, has success in his writing career, but is still unable to free himself from his long-past transgressions. Fortunately, and as with all truly good stories, an opportunity comes for Amir to find redemption when he is phoned back to Afghanistan and he finally finds himself willing to step outside of his weaknesses in order to “be good again.” After years of living in shame and self-contempt, Amir willingly enters into multiple dangerous and sacrificial situations in order to be a man that he can live with. In one scene, Amir comes face to face with his and Hassan’s childhood tormentor, a neo-Nazi maniac, named Assef, and is able to conjure up the courage to make a moral–and violent– stand against Assef’s torturous actions against Hassan’s son.There are ways that the idealistic reader will be left disappointed: Hassan and Amir don’t get the chance to meet as adults, and the while the novel ends with hope, it does not evade the reality that life does not always leave relationships squarely worked out. A deeply visceral, emotive novel, The Kite Runner adeptly accomplishes multiple tasks: it exposes the foreign reader to the Afghan world, it connects the reader with their own nagging sins and their consequences, and it leaves the reader hopeful that, within a lifetime, God will give us opportunities to transcend our shortcomings and become someone better.

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Mark Twain

Today I began to prepare lessons for The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Somehow I have managed to get this far in life without ever having read this classic. From my cursory study today, my interest has been piqued. Here is a quote of Mark Twain’s that I read today that contributed to my excitement to learn more about him and read his book.

Patriotism “is a word which always commemorates a robbery. There isn’t a foot of land in the world which doesn’t represent the ousting and re-ousting of a long line of successive ‘owners’ who each in turn, as ‘patriots,’ with proud swelling hearts defended it against the next gang of ‘robbers’ who came to steal it and did—and became swelling-hearted patriots in their turn.”

“I have no race prejudices… All that I care to know is that a man is a human being – that is enough for me; he can’t be any worse.”

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The Scarlet Letter

My 11th grade American Literature students just finished The Scarlet Letter. Overall, I would say that they didn’t enjoy it. The language obscured the meaning for them, and I would compensate for this with in-depth class discussions. They were slightly taken in by the scandalous love affair. I read it in high school, but as I approached the book 10 years later as a teacher, I had no expectations, no memories, and no real associations with the book. At the tail end of teaching it, I can say assuredly that I loved the book this time around. Reading it as an adult was a much more meaningful experience than when I had read it in high school. I’ve found this concept to be true many a time while teaching, and while it makes my job more fulfilling and exciting for me, it also leaves me with a somewhat defeatist attitude in terms of what I’m actually bestowing upon my students. Here’s my logic: I don’t remember much of what I learned in high school–I feel that it is only as a result of teaching that I’ve been forced to internalize the ideas and knowledge that I must have only committed to short term memory in high school. So if this is my case, I assume that this will be the case for my students, and this line of thinking is discouraging. I find some semblance of peace in the refuge of this thought: While they may not remember exactly what they learned or what a book was about, I’m involved in training their brains in how to learn, and how to think critically.

So if any of you read The Scarlet Letter in high school and hated it or don’t remember it, may I suggest revisiting it as an adult.

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To Be Told

Chad and I are both reading through the book To Be Told by Dan Allender, who is the head of the counseling program at Mars Hill in Seattle. What is “to be told” is each individual’s story. The goal is not just to tell your story, but to be able to see the hand of God in your life and realize that God invites us to co-author our story with Him.

I was reading this today and it left an impression on me, so I decided to share:

“Not only are we apt to deny the tragedies of our past, but we also are willing to make others pay because of past hurt. We are combative toward the tragedies that shattered our shalom, or else we’re blind to them or merely dismissive of them. In order to understand our passion, though, we must have access to the moment of shattering that set into motion both our core paradigm for how we see life and our core determination of how we will live it…Tragedy shapes our deepest passions, and our passions shape who we are and what we will become…It is in the midst of affliction that we become our truest or most false self.”

I can relate to wanting to be dismissive of tragedy; it’s excruciatingly difficult to sit with the reality of it, but God is teaching me that it is necessary to do so He can work His deepest healing and redemption into the fabric of my story. I want to become my truest self and in order to do so, I must heal through my tragedies.

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From tenth to eleventh

My principal asked me to teach the eleventh grade class next year. I agreed to do so and will now be moving on to eleventh grade with all my tenth graders that I taught last year. I feel very blessed to be in their lives for another year and it will be nice to go into the next year already having built relationships with my students and also knowing the ins and outs of their academic strengths and weaknesses. With my regular and honor students I will be teaching American Literature, which will include such books as: Huckleberry Finn, The Glass Menagerie, The Scarlet Letter, The Crucible, Uncle Tom’s Cabin (my personal favorite), the Great Gatsby, along with various American poets, essayists, and orators like MLK Jr, Thoreau, and Ralph Waldo Emerson.

My other two classes will be AP Language and Compostion courses. I was sent by my school to a one week training class so I could be taught how to teach this course. This course will deal mostly with non-fiction writings and will focus mainly on analyzing an author’s use of rhetorical devices, writing persuasively, and synthesizing sources to form an original argument.

I’ve been doing some brainstorming, lesson plans, and reading this summer to get ready but I have a hard time doing things so far in advance. I am a procrastinator and work well under pressure. My students don’t know that about me. I try to keep it under wraps. Procrastination has always worked for me and, after all, as I’ve heard so many times in the teaching world, “95% of teaching is merely performing.” It goes something like that. What a funny quote.

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Black Like Me

I recently read the book Black Like Me by John Howard Griffin. He was a journalist, and in his book, he recounts his personal experiences that occurred in late 1959 when he took pills to darken his pigmentation so he would appear African-American. He did this in order to fully understand what it is like for African Americans who faced intense racism and segregation. After making the transformation from white to black, he traveled to various cities in the South, the strongholds of racist ideology, and lived as a black man, all the while being personally persecuted by whites because of his color, and also fellowshipping with blacks and learning more about their challenges in a country dominated by whites.

Not only did his experiences reveal to him just how hateful white people could be towards blacks, but it also revealed to himself that he too had racism within him. Obviously, for a white man to undertake an endeavor such as he did, he was compassionate and concerned about blacks in America, but when he first saw himself in the mirror as a black man, he didn’t like the man that he saw. For him, this revealed that although he was willing and wanting to live integrated with Blacks, that underneath all his inclinations towards justice, he did posess the belief that, in and of themselves, whites were simply superior to Blacks. Griffin was disgusted by this racism he found in himself, but at least now able to confront it and combat it with truth.

After Griffin told his story and had many TV and newspaper interviews, he was treated with much hatred by some white racists. What’s interesting is how his experience as a black man continued to be relevant in the Civil Rights Movement. White leaders looking for social reform would often call on him so he could relay to them the black perspective on social and political matters. He found that he could speak truth about the racism and injustices to these white people, but if it were a black man saying the same things the whites would not have allowed themselves to hear or receive what was being communicated. For this reason, he played a pivotal role in the Civil Rights Movement: the black people trusted him because of what he had done, and the white people trusted him because he was white. Therefore, he was a bridge in a time before whites were ready to sit down together with blacks and talk out the issues.

I highly recommend this book. It challenges its reader to examine their own prejudices and stereotypes. In addition, as a white reader, I felt like it really helped me to understand some of the challenges that African- Americans have faced and continue to face in this country.

The title, Black Like Me, comes from a poem written by the famous African-American poet, Langston Hughes. The poem is titled “Dream Variation.” (Read the poem)

I’ll end with a quote from Griffin’s book. Soon after his transformation into a black man, he “learned within a very few hours that no one was judging me by my qualities as a human individual and everyone was judging me by my pigment. As soon as white men or women saw me, they automatically assumed I possessed a whole set of false characteristics (false not only to me but to all black men). They could not see me or any other black man as a human individual because they buried us under the garbage of their stereotyped view of us.”

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