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Apply the Word:  Christians, Lifesavers

4/30/2023

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When I was in college, I was required to take a certain number of courses in Physical Education.  Now, I have always followed a little of the “Work Smart, Not Hard” philosophy in my life, so I carefully chose the courses I would take – no intramural softball or basketball for me!

I chose those courses that did not start early in the morning.  It was too dark in the morning, too cold at during certain seasons, and just too early to wake up!

I also chose courses in which I knew I could perform well.  I couldn’t pass up the bowling class, but from that time forward, the only classes available to someone like me were swimming courses.  I had already been through the YMCA’s swimming courses in their entirety, from minnow and polliwog to shark and dolphin. 

Unexpectedly, I learned some life lessons in the final swimming course I took – lifesaving.

The swim coach at our university was a short, squat man in his 50s, a little fat man who knew his subject well.  He had taught us the basic rules of lifesaving, and we had practiced the moves over and over in the previous weeks.  There were even moments in the course, that I thought I could not survive – moments when I literally did not know if I would make it to the side of the pool, times when I could barely hoist myself out in time before beginning to black out.  The course was rigorous!

I found out how difficult this was when it came to our final evaluation (Give me an essay test any day.).  On this particular day, the coach entered the water.  Swimming to the deep end of the pool and treading water in the middle, he called to each student, one by one, to rescue him.  When it was my turn, I was nervous.  I entered the water and swam toward him.  Once close enough, I reached out to save this “drowning man”…at which time he grabbed my wrist and did everything he could to save himself.

I knew he could wear me out if I didn’t break his hold.  We had worked on this in class, practicing it three days a week.  I checked his grabbing hand with my own grab, pivoted a foot to his torso, and pushed with all my might to force him to break his hold.  So far so good, but a desperate man, facing drowning may tend to fight with his savior in order to remain above the surface, and the coach wasn’t going to make the final exam an easy one.  At some point, his free hand made its way back around to grab me on the shoulder.  

Taking the simulation of a panicking swimmer to its extreme, he held his head out of the water by climbing over me, sending me under the surface in the process.

I knew what to do, but this guy was stout (and much less a flotation device than he looked), and the method seemed far from instinctive.  I made by body as straight and narrow as possible, took as deep a breath as possible, and shot myself and the drowning man as deep into the water as I could get.  The presumably drowning swimmer released his hold, not wanting to go under with me.

Finally, I was able to grab his wrist, spin him around to face him the other direction, and reach across his broad chest to position him for a swim to safety.  Sure, it sounds easy – heroic even – but it was definitely a learned process, and one that took practice and endurance.

The illustration is this:

The world is a vast ocean.  In fact, the United Nations reports the world population will tilt at seven billion, tomorrow!  By command and example, Christians are lifeguards in that population, so just like literal lifeguards, there are more people swimming than the number of lifeguards.  We are certainly outnumbered.

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We must get in the water.  That’s not a comment about baptism:  it is a comment about our willingness to evangelize.  We must act upon the great commission in Matthew 28:19f:  “Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”

We must have a deep-seated compassion for those who are trying to reach the shores of safety.  Someone once said, “Evangelism is one beggar telling another beggar where he found bread.”  Another said, “I’m just a nobody telling everybody about Somebody who can save anybody.”  Not only is the Gospel something we come to church to hear; it is something we go from church to tell.

Consider some statistics:  86% of American adults cannot define the meaning of the great commission.  Seven out of ten adults have no idea what John 3:16 means.  Less than a third of all adults know the meaning of the expression “the gospel”.  And this is the ocean in which we swim.  We must cradle the broken, the downtrodden, the sick, and the desperate, gently speaking to them words of encouragement and instruction.  We must bring the drowning to the shore, hoist them out of the waters of baptism, and breathe new life into their souls.  We must teach them to swim and save lives!

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We must be prepared to sever relationships that will divert our attention, disorient us, and take us down with them.  As Christians it is our job to keep the boat in the water, but to keep the water out of the boat.   We must heed the warning about the company we keep, the places we go, and the things with which we surround ourselves.

In Matthew 10:37-39, Jesus says, “He who loves father or mother more than Me is not worthy of Me; and he who loves son or daughter more than Me is not worthy of Me.  And he who does not take his cross and follow after Me is not worthy of Me.  He who has found his life will lose it, and he who has lost his life for My sake will find it.”  In other words, which relationship is more important – the relationship with a worldly family member or acquaintance, or my relationship with Jesus?  Nothing must stand in the middle of my embrace with the Savior.  Nothing!

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We must be prepared to counter dangerous attacks on our faith with practiced moves of our own.

Psalm 40:9f says this: “I have proclaimed glad tidings of righteousness in the great congregation;  Behold, I will not restrain my lips, O LORD, You know.  I have not hidden Your righteousness within my heart; I have spoken of Your faithfulness and Your salvation; I have not concealed Your lovingkindness and Your truth from the great congregation.”

When Howard Rutledge’s plane was shot down over Vietnam, he parachuted into a little village and was immediately attacked, stripped naked, and imprisoned.  For the next seven years, he endured brutal treatment.  His food was little more than a bowl of rotting soup.  Rats and spiders scurried around him.  He was frequently cold, shackled in excruciating positions, and tortured.

He had no preacher or Sunday school teacher, no Bible, no songbook, no community of believers to guide and sustain him.  The one thing Howard regretted was that he had very little Scripture to hide in his heart in the first place.

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And finally, we must readily admit we also need a Great Lifesaver.  Donald Vairin of Oceanside, California, told of serving as a young hospital corpsman in the invasion of Guam during World War 2.  Suddenly his boat came to a grinding halt.  They had hit a coral reef, and the commanding officer ordered everyone off the ship.

Donald jumped into the ocean and sank like a rock, his rifle, medical pack, canteen, and boots dragging him down.  He forced himself to the surface, gasping for air, only to sink again.  He tried to pull off his boots, but the effort exhausted him, and he suddenly realized he wasn’t going to make it.

Just then, he saw a man thrashing in the water next to him, and in desperation he clutched onto him.  That proved enough to hold him up and get him to the reef where he was picked up by a rescue boat.  But Donald felt so guilty about grabbing the drowning man to save himself that he never told anyone what had happened.

About six months later, on shore leave in San Francisco, he stopped in a restaurant.  A sailor waved him over to sit with him, and as he did so he announced to his friends, “This is my buddy; he saved my life.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Donald.

“Don’t you remember,” said the man.  “We were in the water together at Guam.  You grabbed me.  I was going down, and you held me up.”

Brothers and sisters, I want to encourage you, once again, not to drown alone, but to grab onto your Christian family.  In many ways, the Bible is indeed about relationships.  Sometimes we need each other.

This is what we do when we preach in worship; This is what we do when we engage our friends in conversation about Christian principles; and this is what happens when we send missionaries abroad.  By teaching from the Word of God, we reach into the waters of sin and we pluck from them souls otherwise lost to Satan in the abyss.  By speaking the Truth in love, we are sending a message into the burning waters of Hell – that our people are not going down without a fight.

It is not easy, and there will be times that make some of us want to quit.  We might feel, at times, as if the world has sucked us into its whirlpool.  It might even be easier for us to stop swimming and just go along for the ride, but that’s not really the message I read about in the Bible…and is it really the example I want to set for my children?  John F. Kennedy said something like this: “We can give in, we can give out, but we won’t give up.”

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Music Appreciation:  Good Day for a Good Day

4/29/2023

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Students are often called upon to read "chorally".
That is, they read together simultaneously
​as a group.


Repeating this practice assists young readers
​with reading fluency -
the speed, accuracy,
and inflection of  oral reading.


Why not, since it's called "choral" reading anyway, actually read the chorus of a song?
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Living History:  Civil War Soldiers' Camp

4/28/2023

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Thankfully, the weather was agreeable with our presentation, and I had a great time taking on the character of Dak Ralston, descendent of Italian Immigrants in New Jersey, seeker of riches in St. Louis, and soldier in the U.S. Army.
The history teacher in Joplin recently asked if I would present in a Civil War living history day for students at North and South Middle Schools.  My task was to present the soldiers' camp life through storytelling.

Other sections of the area included the home life during the era, including a weaver, some typical games, a blacksmith, and a sheep pen.  at our end of the farm was my tent site, a surgeon's tent, and a drilling/marching area.
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Little Shop of Horrors

4/27/2023

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The high school spring musical, this year, was Little Shop of Horrors and featured MACIE in the chorus. The production was well done, though I would have made some different directorial choices (I also would have cut some of the language that was used.).  

All in all the Ashman and Menken musical was enjoyable for its 60s-style musical numbers, including a girl trio that had a nice stage presence.  I'm not sure what kind of darkness, this writing team was going through when they created the play, but it is indeed a weird premise and execution (pun intended).
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My favorite part, of course, was the young lady I was there to support.  MACIE probably doesn't know how much I enjoyed having her in my class five years ago and how much I really like following her progression into high school.
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Eureka Springs, Arkansas:  Holy Land Tour

4/26/2023

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I finally had the chance to share some special finds with somebody.  A small group from church traveled to the Great Passion Play in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, to take a bus tour through the recreated "Holy Land" areas.  I had seen most of the items and locations on the tour before, but the tour brought these things into a brand new light for us (See the links below.).

At the tabernacle (the only complete re-creation in the United States, we learned about the importance of the directions of right and left.  The tabernacle faces east, of course, and from that point of view, on the right is an alter for sacrificing.  To the left is the "five fingers of the left hand of God".  This wooden structure is the apparatus used for killing the unblemished lamb.
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Deeper into the tour, we discovered that there is not much wood in Israel, so the manger, they say, would have been carved into a rock.  That changes the look of our traditional "Nativity".
I focused most of my photographic attention on the "new" areas that I had not seen before.  That included the upper room, Golgotha, and the tomb.  All of the items on the tour are researched, measured, and overseen by the Jerusalem College, so we expect them to be as accurate as possible.

In the upper room, we learned about the seating order and layout of the area.  Again, left and right come into play in meaningful ways.
And finally, we learned about the most recent understanding of crucifixion (the latest conclusions from archaeologists).

Links
Eureka Springs:  Passion Play Trails II
Eureka Springs Passion Play Trails III
Eureka Springs:  Religion and History
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Eureka Springs, Arkansas:  Bible Museum
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Music Appreciation:  Follow Your Heart

4/25/2023

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Students are often called upon to read "chorally".
That is, they read together simultaneously
as a group.


Repeating this practice assists young readers
​with reading fluency -
the speed, accuracy,
​and inflection of  oral reading.


Why not, since it's called "choral" reading anyway, actually read the chorus of a song?
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Gweedle Returns in Spite of His Retirement

4/24/2023

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Just when you think a guy is retired, he gets sucked right back into the system.  I received a call from the principal at Cecil Floyd Elementary (my career home for 27 years), asking if my college roommate could make an appearance at the school and pep kids up for the upcoming standardized testing season.
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Well, I called up my old friend, Eddie Gweedle (AKA Da Gweed) to see if he would be interested.  He had mixed feelings about coming back to the school, and I can't blame him:  the kids in some classes called him names and gave him a hard time when he substituted for me in the past.  Some kids called him a nerd, and recruited others to join in.  Still, Eddie's never been one to say no when somebody needs him, so he ended up visiting the school this past Thursday.

He walked through the kindergartens and the first and second grade classrooms, overwhelming some unfamiliar kids and scaring some new teachers with his over-the-top personality.  They told him they planned to take their time on the test, read it carefully, and make their best efforts.
Then came the opportunity to shine on stage as the principal introduced Mr. Gweedle to a crowd of third through fifth graders.  Before he went on, the Joplin High School jazz band played to set the mood, followed by some comments from the superintendent of schools and one of the school board members - who obviously didn't quite know what Eddie was all about.

With microphone in hand, Da Gweed told students how he was always the first one finished with standardized tests.  He blasted through them with the goal of being number one.  In fact, he said that his teachers were so impressed with his performance and they loved him so much that they pushed all the other students to the next grade, but they wanted to keep him for another year.  "Do the same thing," he announced, "and you can be just like me."  This he followed with a twirl.

Mr. Gweedle, will always startle folks who meet you for the first time.  There is just something about this guy that makes people want to keep bringing him back - in spite of his recent retirement from whatever it was that he did (I never quite understood that robotics and artificial intelligence stuff that he did.).
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Eureka Springs, Arkansas:  Bible Museum

4/23/2023

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A small group of us from the church of Christ in Carthage, Missouri, visited the Bible museum at the Great Passion Play in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, last week, to see some of the oldest intact Bibles in existence, some from as far back as the 16th Century.  In fact, some of these pieces are sought as treasures to be displayed in other museums.

While Eureka Springs has changed in the past several years, one thing remains true from our study:  God's Message to humanity has always remained constant and certain.  The mountains of proof for this become apparent in the study of the procedures and materials used in copying it, translating it, and printing it.
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Eureka Springs, Arkansas: haven for artists, bikers, and rainbow flags, and home of the Great Passion Play
Our goal was to lay eyes on some of the things about which we recently learned in the church's Accuracy and Impact of the Bible class on Wednesday evenings.  We had heard and read about people with names like Wycliff, Tyndale, and Gutenberg for several weeks now, and it was very interesting to see the direct products of these and other men who often gave their lives for their intent to translate and produce copies of the Word of God for the common person.  Look carefully at some of the pictures here and you may read in the fine print and labels about what you're seeing.
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Harry Truman Birthplace - Inside the House

4/22/2023

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It's always interesting to be inside the house of a president.  I have visited three the Truman houses in Missouri, but this is the first.  The third picture above is the room where the president was born (At the time, he didn't know he would be president.).  The furnishings in the Lamar, Missouri, house are similar to the ones that may have been in the house originally, but the corner shelf (last picture above) is original to the house.
In most houses like this one, the second floor is deemed unworthy of visitors, and park employees use it for storage, but the Truman Birthplace will let visitors climb the steep and narrow staircase to see the bedrooms.
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Across the street, in the state park office, there are some additional small displays.  One is the cross-section of a tree from the property that had to be removed.  The tree is considered a timeline of Harry's life, having begun its life around the same time as Harry Truman was born.
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When the United Auto Workers union donated the property to the state park system in Missouri, Harry attended a dedication ceremony on location.  He even signed the guest book on that occasion, noting that he was a retired farmer and saying nothing about his acquisition of the most powerful office in the world.
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Harry Truman Birthplace - House on the Corner

4/21/2023

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While visiting a student teacher in Lamar, Missouri, I drove a couple of blocks out of my way to find a little house on a corner.  This little white structure was once owned by Harry Truman's parents.  In fact, Harry was born in the downstairs bedroom.
I stopped in to investigate closer.  I had been here before, but this time, the state park office across the street was open.  Upon entering, a kind lady named Hannah asked if I would like a tour.  Happily, I followed her across to the house, and she unlocked the door.
The quaint little abode was just a lovely, humble house in a humble small American town.  Harry only lived here for a short time before the family moved.  Ultimately, he served the military machine during World War I, was elected vice president of the United States, and even became president when Roosevelt died in office, leaving Harry to make some of the most difficult presidential decisions in all of history.
There is a well, a smokehouse, and an outhouse behind and beside the house.  The well is 30 feet deep and was hand-dug.  Additionally, there are some concrete monuments in the yard (pictured above).  Naturally, however, I was interested in the small marker in the grass behind one of the displays.  The marker claims that the tree behind it is the result of a seedling produced by a tree that George Washington planted at his Mount Vernon mansion in Virginia.
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Oklahoma City, 28 Years Ago

4/19/2023

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April 19, 1995.  Twenty-eight years from today.

Twenty-eight years ago, a young man named McVeigh parked his rented moving truck on the street behind the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City. Inside the truck, a bomb would soon detonate and change the lives of countless people.

One hundred sixty-eight people dead.


I taught second graders just four miles away.  We heard the explosion.  We felt the concussion.  We experienced the emotions.

Confusion.  Fear.  Confusion.  ​Twenty-eight years ago.
I will relay my story - my personal experiences with the 1995 terrorist attack - today.  My experience with being the one responsible for leading the school into a red alert, locking the outside doors.  My wife's experience of holding the one-year-old who was famously photographed in the firefighter's arms.  My grandmother's experience of panic, thinking "they" were "blowing up Oklahoma City".
It is a history that needs to be remembered, studied, and learned from - one evil act counteracted by hundreds of thousands of generous responses in return.  This, like Joplin's response to the tornado in 2011, was a defining moment - a moment when we found out who we were.  In Oklahoma City, they call that response "The Oklahoma Standard".

Last summer, I was able to see and touch pieces of the Ryder moving truck that was ripped apart by the bomb inside of it.

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Yesterday, I took seventh- through ninth-graders in Neosho Christian School through my experience.  We walked through the destruction and the blood.  We climbed the rubble of the building and felt it sway in the Oklahoma wind.  And we peered into one of the most emotional museums I've ever experienced.
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Apply the Word:  Keeping Track

4/18/2023

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Imagine the trains of old, delivering people to the west, taking supplies and arms to Civil War battalions, and transporting orphans to families along the Great Plains.  How many families, how many new beginnings, how many goodbyes, had those tracks witnessed?  In many ways it is the tracks, and not the trains, that symbolize the journey of life.  Long after the train has passed, the tracks are left behind.
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I forget where I was when I first learned one could flatten pennies on a railroad track.  More evidence that something powerful had once been there.

Then there is the track that runs behind my parents’ house.  We learned to sleep with trains passing at night.  And occasionally, I would jump the back fence to walk along the ties and rails.  I could get away from people; I could mourn the loss of a girlfriend; I could talk out loud to myself, creating speeches and dreaming of who-knows-what.

I remember growing up, visiting my grandparents in Ada, Oklahoma.  The actually lived in a suburb of Ada, on a piece of land they called Hilltop Ranch.  Across the highway was a railroad track, and often I would count a hundred railroad cars before waving at the man in the caboose.

When we would go into town for worship on a Sunday morning, my dad always told me that one of the town was once capable of surrounding the town with trains, limiting the getaway of fleeing criminals.
 
Then there are the tracks outside the church building in Joplin, Missouri, frequently bringing with them irritation in the form of  train whistles and metal-on-metal grinding.  

Before a bridge was constructed, that train often hindered many of us as we traveled down Connecticut Avenue, and more than once we wondered if we were going to make it to church on time.  That railroad is often a barrier, a wall between where we are and where we want to go.

Sometimes I look down the long stretch of silver tracks, but not in anticipation of trains.  It’s that long ribbon of rail that draws me in.  It creates a longing in my heart.  It makes me wistful, and a wee bit nostalgic.  For a few moments I become that kid with the time to imagine again.  I think about connections I can't see and places I haven't been. I think of lives that intersect with mine because we've both been on the same rail. I mediate on the journey.


But, each time I take that walk in my mind, I am also reminded of how the tracks separate, just as much as they connect.  Sometimes, the tracks divide neighborhoods, creating great distances between us.  It's like the tracks are a kind of Berlin wall, establishing  barriers to movement. 

Obviously this is true of many cities or towns where a railway exists, or we would never have heard about "living on the wrong side of the tracks".  The tracks create barriers and define territories, whether political, racial, or economic.

What does this all mean?  A man named Grant MacDonald says, “think about it this way: in the world of the rail, enabling travel in one direction, inevitably limits travel in another competing direction.  Longing for the city in the far-off place means that we have to sometimes limit our access to what's right next door.  Building the infrastructure that makes such a journey possible also makes barriers a reality.”

We could come up with all kinds of spiritual applications with this “train of thought”.  
For example, Paul, in his letter to the Ephesians, tells of another barrier, but it is a barrier broken by Christ.  Beginning in verse 13 of Ephesians chapter 2:  “But now in Christ Jesus you who formerly were far off have been brought near by the blood of Christ.  For He Himself is our peace, who made both groups into one and broke down the barrier of the dividing wall, by abolishing in His flesh the enmity, which is the Law of commandments contained in ordinances, so that in Himself He might make the two into one new man, thus establishing peace, and might reconcile them both in one body to God through the cross, by it having put to death the enmity.  AND HE CAME AND PREACHED PEACE TO YOU WHO WERE FAR AWAY, AND PEACE TO THOSE WHO WERE NEAR; for through Him we both have our access in one Spirit to the Father.”

​The Old Law was appealing, and folks to this day find themselves clamoring for the days when humankind lived under it.  Just as we sometimes stand in our nostalgic memories, remembering fondly the simpler days of childhood, we are limited by the Old Law.  Paul says there was a dividing wall that Christ broke down.  By this, we have access to the blood of Christ through our own repentance, confession, and baptism.

Some of us are on the right track, but we’re going nowhere.  We are standing in the reflection of the Son of God, but we fail to seek Him, to approach Him, and to accept Him.

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Music Appreciation:  Brighter Day

4/17/2023

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Students are often called upon to read "chorally".
That is, they read together simultaneously
as a group.


Repeating this practice assists young readers
​with reading fluency -
the speed, accuracy,
​and inflection of  oral reading.


Why not, since it's called "choral" reading anyway, actually read the chorus of a song?
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Elementary Academic All-Stars Ceremony

4/17/2023

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Here is a collection of kids that I suppose will always hold a special place in my memory and in my heart. They weren't always the best behaved.  They weren't the brightest, collectively.  They weren't the most mature.  But that doesn't keep them from being lovable and loving.  During our year together, these kids learned how to support one another, and in the following year, most of them have kept their bonds. During the Academic All-Stars ceremony, last Tuesday, they cheered for one another as their names were announced.  They were genuinely proud of their peers and openly supportive.  It was a refreshing thing to see.
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Academic All-Stars Ceremony (Middle School)

4/16/2023

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It was a thrill to support former students in this year's Academic All-Star ceremony.  I think it's important for students to continue to see that their fourth grade teacher still supports them as they grow.
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While we're here, let's clarify that my former list of sixth graders was incomplete.  It was terrific to see LANNIE at the ceremony.  As I compared the list to my yearbook, LANNIE's name was not a match due to her coming later in the school year.
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​Eighth Grade
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