Category Archives: blessings

Grandmother

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Grandmother Turtle,
breathe blessings into my bones,
school me in your ways.

 
 
Text and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
Photo: A small park in Chinatown, Honolulu, Oahu, Hawaii
 
More Sensational Haiku Wednesday with the theme “School” here
 
More Haiku Heights with the theme “Breathe” here
 
More Monday Poetry Train Revisited #135 here
 
More Straight Out of the Camera shots here
 
More Watery Wednesday photos here
 

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Doorkeepers and Teachers

For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand elsewhere. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of wickedness.
Psalm 84:10, RSV

 
Doorkeepers don’t seem like very important people. They open and close doors all day long as a convenience for people going in and out of buildings. They earn a living, but they’re certainly not getting rich at it.

If a doorkeeper is lucky, one or two of the hundreds of people who pass by him daily know him and call him by name. (Most doorkeepers seem to be men.) Otherwise, the doorkeeper is just one more nameless face among millions. Yet, the person who wrote Psalm 84 says that he’d rather be a doorkeeper than anything else—presumably, even if some other job were more lucrative and even everyone knew his name like they know the names of presidents, prime ministers and monarchs.

Sometimes as a teacher, I feel like a doorkeeper. Nobody notices what I do, except when an administrator comes into my classroom once or twice a year to make a formal evaluation of my job performance. Even though my principal is not God, and my school isn’t the house of God, I’m pretty content where I am, although moving day could come at any time. (Because ours is an under-performing school, half of the teachers may be fired at the end of the year.)

Several years ago when I was moving from one state to another, I had to divest myself of a number of possessions. I just didn’t have room to take them along to my new home. I contacted a local auctioneer, who specialized in helping people get rid of things quickly. The auctioneer was an old man and I asked how long he had been in the business. Several decades, he said, and then added, “That man is truly blessed who can do what he loves for a living.”

That seems to be the attitude of the person who wrote Psalm 84: I’m doing what I love, and I am truly blessed.

Just before I left work one afternoon, I stopped by the office and saw our youngest teacher trying to find her way through a maze of bureaucratic red tape. Fortunately, I had some of the information she needed and she was able to make substantial progress toward extricating herself from the maze. Several other staff members were also in the office, and one of them said something that made us all erupt in laughter. It was a good way to end a grueling week.

There are probably many other schools where I could earn more money, but I doubt there are many other schools where the staff is so supportive of each other. I may be underappreciated by students and underpaid by the district, but I’m doing what I love among people who love and respect me. I am truly blessed.

Thought for the Day:
Every job has blessings. The person with open eyes will see them.