Puritans in the Caribbean
It's the last week of the academic year - lecturers are drained, students are excited and 16 women have been murdered in the city, although these events are not related.
For the missionary teacher exhaustion comes about because:
He's not supersaint. Can I really teach 2500 years of history, John's gospel in Greek and contemporary hermeneutics? Add to this managing a pan Latin American website and I'm on the frontier of exhaustion. On Wednesday I had to say no to three requests to do additional activities.
SFL is his ambient. Each day his working environment is about six variations of Colombian Spanish. Even after years it remains, SFL, Spanish as a Foreign Language. It is one of those things that tires you even without being aware of it, like always working in the heat.
Christ's followers are a peculiar people. We live in a Christian community of about 100, most of whom are in their 20s. Okay it's great, but friends shouting to each other between our blocks of flats, the doorbell ringing as I try to sleep and having to sacrifice any notion of privacy, ain't so easy.
Last Monday was a Bank Holiday. Students were not to be seen, administrators treat such a day as sacrosanct and I sat in my office in a deserted building reading about the Puritans in the Caribbean and the resurrection in Greek. And I said to myself: "Ford, even if they didn't pay you, this is how you would want to spend your days."
Photo: Students outside class hours. Why so happy?
For the missionary teacher exhaustion comes about because:
He's not supersaint. Can I really teach 2500 years of history, John's gospel in Greek and contemporary hermeneutics? Add to this managing a pan Latin American website and I'm on the frontier of exhaustion. On Wednesday I had to say no to three requests to do additional activities.
SFL is his ambient. Each day his working environment is about six variations of Colombian Spanish. Even after years it remains, SFL, Spanish as a Foreign Language. It is one of those things that tires you even without being aware of it, like always working in the heat.
Christ's followers are a peculiar people. We live in a Christian community of about 100, most of whom are in their 20s. Okay it's great, but friends shouting to each other between our blocks of flats, the doorbell ringing as I try to sleep and having to sacrifice any notion of privacy, ain't so easy.
Last Monday was a Bank Holiday. Students were not to be seen, administrators treat such a day as sacrosanct and I sat in my office in a deserted building reading about the Puritans in the Caribbean and the resurrection in Greek. And I said to myself: "Ford, even if they didn't pay you, this is how you would want to spend your days."
Photo: Students outside class hours. Why so happy?
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