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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

True Greatness: A Look Back on the Life of Jeremiah Small


      It could be said that all teachers influence their students, but it is obviously not the case that all impact their students for good.  Exactly one year ago, a teacher was shot to death by one of his students, and while it would certainly be easier (and safer) to let memories of him fade, small groups of people around the world are gathering this weekend to remember his life. Several of his friends and family have agreed to help me uncover what exactly it was about this man that is, and ought, to be remembered.

      Originally from the Pacific Northwest, Jeremiah Small spent nearly the last decade of his life teaching and mentoring junior high and high school students at the Classical School of the Medes in Sulaymaniyah, Iraq. Located in the secure Kurdish region in northern Iraq, the entire area was shocked by the in-class murder of this beloved teacher. Thirty-three year-old Jeremiah was killed at the beginning of class by one of his eleventh-grade students, who immediately shot and killed himself. I watched all that day while Jeremiah's students filled his Facebook page with comments, mourning his death and wishing he could be there to help them make sense of this tragedy. However, the reality was that the people of Iraq lost a great man, and what remains are the lessons he taught, the generation of leaders he helped to form, the memories cherished by those who knew him, and the spiritual legacy he left on earth.

      Jeremiah was noted as exceptional in his habits. A former teacher at Medes School told me, "he felt a sense of urgency. He didn't want to take the time to do things like eat or tie his shoes. Every second mattered to him...We often felt he didn't rest enough or take enough time for himself, but in hindsight it makes more sense."

      "He was much more studious and intentional in his relationship with Christ than most other Christian men I've known," Jeremiah's sister, Sarah Russell, noted, "In the world's eyes, he wasn't successful. He was forgetful. . . and a bit disorganized, but in God's eyes he was successful because he simply obeyed, and was continually seeking and pursuing God's plans for his life."

      "I don’t think he would say he was great. He was used of God. He did great exploits for God, which is what he always wanted to do, things that were a bit maverick. But he was just doing what God made him to do," his mother, Rebecca, noted, "Was he great when he was living? He certainly would not have thought so. . . He was growing, on a journey toward God, like all of us. Yet God in His mercy has chosen to use him in a great way."
     
      Another former teacher added, "Jeremiah was different from other teachers because he was fulfilling a calling. . .when you see someone who is totally doing and being what God has called them to, it's a beautiful thing."
     
      Russell remembers, "his passion to do what is right, and his love for all those around him. His willingness to sacrifice himself and his time and energy to. . . invest in the lives of those whom God placed in his life."

      "He probably spent more time building relationships than preparing lessons," said Dan Small, Jeremiah's father.

       Jeremiah was also recognized as a talented teacher, "He knew the material well. He also just knew a lot in general. He could draw conclusions and applications from things in history and literature that could be applied today."

      "He loved his students and had a desire to impart not just knowledge to them but life – his life, God’s life. He took time with them inside and outside the classroom, lots of time. He got to know them, listened to them, became a part of their lives. He won a hearing," wrote Rebecca.
    
      "He was very good at asking questions and getting the students to do the hard work of learning and discovering," one teacher wrote.

     "He made them process ideas and concepts logically and systematically," said Dan.


      "And he was just so excited about what he was teaching--his passion came through and it made you excited."

      "He wasn’t afraid to tell his students the truth – even when it sometimes hurt them, or angered them, or when they couldn’t yet understand. He was always pulling them to something higher, better. He taught them to have an honest evaluation of themselves, to take a hard look at themselves."
     
       "He could hardly keep from teaching, no matter what he was doing," said Rebecca, "everything presented to him a teachable moment and was something to learn from."
     
      Russell hopes this influential kind of teaching will continue in future generations, "If other teachers will model after him, they too will win the hearts and minds of their students, and also be able to effectively point their students to Truth that will benefit them all their lives."

      When asked what teachers ought to emulate of Jeremiah, one teacher replied, "knowing your subject well, being passionate about it, looking to see where you can challenge your students to think critically and push harder than they are normally inclined to do."

      "God is bigger than your failures, idiosyncrasies, struggles; just live your life, the life God gave you, in a humble, authentic way before God and others. It is God who works in us and through us; the work is God’s, not ours."
     
       "Be intentional," Russell said, "in all things, and passionate about one thing: Christ.  Follow Him wherever He leads, and whatever it costs; open your eyes to the people and things that God puts in your life, and love them well.  See beyond the surface of people, and seek to know and invest in their lives."

      "True greatness is measured in ways different than ours."
     
      Jeremiah's parents were pleased with his behavior all through his life.  Rebecca recalled her time home-educating him, "Jeremiah loved to know and learn about anything and everything, and each knowledge pursuit was integrated into the Center: Christ and His Kingdom. There were subjects I felt we had done a poor job on through high school, things I wished we’d had more time for; yet it was thrilling and amazing to see how God filled in the gaps, giving him an interest in and a love for those things as he stepped into the role of teaching those very things. This was a humbling and beautiful answer to prayer. He learned way beyond what I ever could have taught him."
     
      "He sought counsel, " Dan remembered, "opened his heart to us, and made choices that he knew would make us proud."

      "He showed us respect and sought to serve us and the whole family whenever he was home – even when he could have just wanted to spend those weeks sleeping or catching up on other things."

      "Jeremiah loved learning from the time he first learned to read. He read widely and was taught by his mother to look for details and make vital connections between events and the ideas that shaped them."
     
      "When he was home, he gave himself to the playing of games with his siblings, holding and rolling on the floor with his nieces and nephews, etc. He shared the things he was learning; he shared his struggles; he discussed what we were learning; he gave himself to the churches and ministries we were involved in when he was home." 

      The teachers agreed that Jeremiah's life reflected his faith, primarily.  "Jer knew that his life was not his own, and he lived out that self-control every day."

      "He put feet to what he believed," said Russell, "and lived it fully and with passion."

      "The world is the Lord's and he knew this keenly; so the world was simply a window into the heart, mind, face of God. God was his ultimate passion," Rebecca wrote, "He had a high view of the Trinity – this truth about God made sense of the world and of spiritual vagaries; it explains unity in diversity, as well as all other truths."
     
      "I loved to hear him pray," remembered one teacher, "and how he had an eternal mindset--that in a culture where everything is so much instant gratification, we as Christians are working towards a delayed gratification."

      "He walked humbly with his Lord. He studied God’s Word and let it hammer him, pierce him, feed him, equip him. He mixed what he learned there with an aggressive (seemingly reckless) trust in the providence of a loving God."

      "He did not just 'chat' or 'hang out' with people," another recalled, "He seized every opportunity to pray for them, and pray for opportunities to present Christ. . . Every lesson, every assignment, every after-school activity, every person had eternal significance to him."

      "Jeremiah’s spiritual journey developed in him a strong conviction that every breath was grace and every circumstance had eternal significance. He felt a strong sense of DESTINY and wanted to be faithful to his calling. On the one hand he was thoroughly convinced of his “smallness” (pun intended) and dispensability (God would get His work done whether through him or others), while, at the same time, sensing deeply that God had given him gifts, opportunities, and a heritage that uniquely equipped him to make a difference in other’s lives."

      Remembering a team trip to the Yezidi temple in northern Iraq, a teacher said, "Where I would only see things as a tourist. . . he saw people who were isolated, and would probably never hear the gospel, and he longed to be able to tell them. . . Looking back on the time I worked with Jeremiah, what stands out is intensity.  He knew he was on a mission, and he ran hard."



Thank You:

To the teachers who answered my question and requested I withhold their names, thank you.

To the one who asked me never to contact her again, I'm sorry. For the wishes for luck and blessings, thank you.

To Sarah Russell for all she said, both about Jeremiah and in blessings to me, thank you.

To Mr. J Dan Small, for the answers, the ideas, the names, the pictures, the encouragement, the kind words, and the patience with my email server, thank you.

To Mrs. Rebecca Small, for the answers that completed it all, the time you gave, and the invitation I would love someday to accept, thank you.

To Jeremiah. . . thank you.

Monday, February 25, 2013

Thanksgiving 551-573

551. A friend who gave me Purim cookies, and not because I deserve them in any way.
552. A trip to Nashville
553. Spring Break
554. Having something neat to post really soon!
555. Playing with the Symphony
556. Nailing a part I'd never played correctly before
557. H pouring water all over herself
558. H laughing nonstop, and how we all know we can do that around each other
559. S coming home soon
560. Mr. C asking if I'm related to Mr. P, and how I almost said "yes", because we might be, and how funny that was to all my friends
561. Neatly packed suitcases
562. The sun shining, and how everything is getting warmer
563. Knowing things I didn't, and how knowledge changed everything for me
564. A violin teacher who laughs more than she frowns
565. Starting to learn that laughter is truly the best medicine
566. Only one month till our next concert, and we have only had one day off since our last
567. Mr. Z clapping hard for us, and Robyn's words
568. The other Mr. Z looking for me to figure out if I was sick or not
569. Only having to blow my nose 3 times during the concert *sigh*
570. My fever being gone!!
571. Nine hours of sleep after a week of sleep deprivation
572. Lots of sap from the trees = lots of sugar to make when we get back!! :)
573. Having "Till We Have Faces" to reread on the trip, and how I've looked forward to this for months

Friday, February 22, 2013

Introducing: The New Look

What do you think?

This new look is heralding in a new era in this blog's life!  Look for different styles and topics on here! 

I'm excited!

Thursday, February 14, 2013

On the past few weeks...

A lot has transpired in the past couple of weeks.  A lot has challenged me!  I found my birth father, for one thing.  That shouldn't have been that hard, but I found myself rooting through irrational desires and confusing thoughts about wanting to contact him, wanting to know more about him, and wondering how to balance this new found knowledge with my life as a Lambert.  There were times when I simply couldn't process it all, and I am thankful for the people who let me cry, who asked if I was okay, and especially my mom, who talked me through it all.  I am glad, in the end, that I learned all about my birth father, even though I will never meet him.  I'm glad that I got to see where I came from, and how that contrasts with where I am now.  God has blessed me beyond anything I can begin to realize, and I'm just starting to understand that I can only see the very tip of the iceberg of God's grace in my life.  He has been faithful. 

I wanted to write about this earlier, but I didn't have words.  I still am struggling to be 100% joyful about it, and most of the time, not thinking about it is the best course.  I spend most of my time doing school or playing with Tim, so I really don't have time to think about it much.  This is for the best, obviously, because it is what God has placed in front of me, for now. 

The desire to know more about this man who was part of my beginning isn't entirely rational.  I have received nearly nothing from him, and he was never involved in my life.  However, as an irrational human being, I like knowing who he is. 

This isn't at all what I set out to write, or even what I think about it all, but it's what I can write, for now. Maybe more will come later, as I find the words.

My older brother was accepted into the Marine Corps two days ago, too!  Tomorrow we are driving to Columbus to see him swear in.  After that there's no going back!  We're all excited for him!  In April he will leave for basic training, and won't be back until the end of July.  This is a big step for him, and you might pray for all of us!

I  hope you all are having a lovely Valentine's Day!  I love you!

Sunday, February 3, 2013

On Superbowl Sunday Morning...

Today I read an article, written by a Christian man to his eight year-old daughter, explaining what she needed to know before she could watch the Superbowl. His points were: This isn't as exciting as Americans think it is, don't ever wish you were a guy and that you could play this game, don't emulate the women you will see on the screen, and avoid men who are attracted to such women.

I liked this article, but wonder if any Christian men ever read that and thought about what THEY should get out of it. Do they know that I will be sitting in a church pew this morning, praising God with all of them, and wondering if they are attracted to the harlots on the television. Do they know I would avoid them if I knew that was the case? Do they know I will be wondering if they would be willing to explain why they can watch that, but would be upset if I were to become a pro cheerleader, or a model for a sleazy chip ad?

Do they know I respect my dad for choosing to love his wife and play with his kids instead of embracing this part of American culture?

Do they know I would cheer even louder than all of New Orleans, if I knew they embraced today for what it is outside of the Superbowl? Do they know I'd cheer for them?

Saturday, February 2, 2013

For My Oregon Friends...




            I've decided to dedicate this post to pictures of Ohio things.  Here is a crash course on life in the Buckeye State.

Bugs here are huge! That's one of the first things you need to know.


It is never cold in the summer. Even if it's cloudy, it's hot. If it's cloudy, it's worse.

 

Snow is almost always on the ground in the Winter. However, there will be surprisingly warm days here and there.

Spring, like everything here, is done with great passion, and makes up for the cold of Winter.
 
The weather in Spring is still spontaneous, and rainstorms are violent. This is tornado, season, after all!
 
 
This is the view out my window during a Spring rain.

Tap-root type plants grow well here. We harvested hundreds of tomatoes off of these few plants. Soybeans are common here, as well as corn.
 
This is a soybean field.

Ohio may be land-locked, but Lake Erie is beautiful!

Another crazy storm. We have one or two a week in the Summer.

Ohioans are very patriotic, and almost every town has a giant firework display on the 4th of July.

The sky here is always beautiful, but I like it best early on Summer mornings.
 
 
Rabbits make nests in our yard!

Another view out my window. I don't have much of a view in the Summer. It's like a jungle!

Ohioans are crazy about football. It's impossible to avoid it, so Tim and I have embraced it. Go Bucks!!!!!

Chick-fil-A is one of the best things here! This is an Oregon friend of mine, when she came to visit.

We live in an Air Force town, and I have spent countless hours at the USAF Museum! Residents and visitors alike love the museum.


There are some nice rivers here, and we like rock-jumping!

Again, the SKY! This was taken standing in our neighborhood creek!


Our neighborhood is really nice. It is mostly flat, old, and full of trees!

There are lots of water towers around. This is our neighborhood one.

This is my church, Covenant Presbyterian.

Here's the outside, in Winter. It's right next to Rico's Hair Salon!

There is a lot of demolition going on in this area, unfortunately.

Airplanes are ALWAYS in the sky.

Cardinal is the state bird of Ohio.

This is our house, the day we moved in.
 
 
That's all I have for now! More may come later!








 




 

 
 
 

Friday, February 1, 2013

Random Thoughts and Thanksgivings..

Lately people have been asking me about my dad's job search, and whether there's any news. It is kind of sad and boring to always have to tell them, "no, nothing yet." However, things have been going on inwardly that have nothing practical to do with possibly moving, but I find them interesting.

First off, I miss my Oregon friends more than I have in a while. I don't know if this is because I keep thinking about the possibility of moving back, and that makes me want to see them, or if it's God's way of making me like the idea of moving. Who knows, but either way, I feel like I should pay more attention to posting things for my Oregon friends!

College. Wow, I don't even really want to think about it anymore! I'm glad to be in high school for now, and while I had been eagerly planning for my further education, everything has become so up in the air that I'm happy to wait and forget about college.

MAF! We have some friends who used to work at the Nampa, Idaho HQ for Mission Aviation Fellowship, and someone there asked me to be a social media advocate for MAF. I am THRILLED!! And just think--if we moved to Nampa (where my grandparents live)...

Tonight we're going to a meeting about planting another OPC in the town I live in. There's one in Vandalia (which we attend), and one in Beavercreek, which is about the same distance from our house. The Vandalia one, Covenant Presbyterian, may plant a new congregation here in Springfield this year or next. How exciting! Will we be here for it?

I've been shopping for a Bible, and discovered that its really complicated. I don't ask for much, just NKJV, a normal color cover, and wide margins would be a luxury. However, there are so many Bibles to wade through, the Patriot Bible, the Spiritual Warfare Bible, the Surfer's Bible, the African-American Woman's Bible. What about a...Bible Bible? This is such a first-world problem. I'm thankful that I can buy a Bible at all.


550. Bible shopping
551. Days off school
552. Tim playing guitar
553. Fun plans
554. Happy days
555. DK swallowing for the first time in a year, and how he may be able to lose the feeding tube soon!
556. Being loved even when I fail. Miserably.
557. The Bible verse S sent me... BLESSED are they...
558. It's a balmy 9 degrees out
559. S's jokes
560. The strong, yellow soap we have
561. "Spring is coming soon"
562. Mom's smile and hug today