“The world is a university and everyone in it is a teacher. Make sure when you wake up in the morning, you go to school.”
– Bishop T.D. Jakes
I always get a bit envious this time of year as I watch the
young people in my life go back to, or start, school. I get wistful when I’m in Boston and drive by the moving vans that clog
the narrow streets of the Hub, as college kids reoccupy the city. I get nostalgic at the excitement of Matthew,
a little boy in my church, who on Sunday literally jumped for joy as he told me
that this year he gets to go to all day kindergarten! I may even get teary when
I have coffee with a young woman named Anna, before she begins her studies this
week at my alma mater, the University
of Massachusetts. Was it really thirty five years ago that I was
in her place, when my Dad dropped me off at UMass, with an overstuffed steamer
trunk and a head full of dreams? Even the familiar smell of a brand new
notebook or a freshly sharpened pencil or a bright pink eraser can set me off,
take me back to the twenty years I spent sitting in classrooms.
I want to go back to school!
I want education as my sole life objective. I want to sit with fellow students and
passionately debate ideas. I want a
backpack full of books waiting to be read. I want to learn.
But maybe, just maybe,
we don’t have to formally matriculate or register or enroll in a school to do
this. To learn. To arise each day and be curious about the
life we live and place we inhabit. To
see the next twenty four hours as an opportunity to gain a new skill, learn new
information or understand a differing viewpoint. To view the world, the whole world, as a
classroom, filled with people and experiences and ideas which, when encountered
with an open heart and an open mind, absolutely have something to teach
us.
To learn. To be a student. Not just in life, but of life. Not
only in a building or lecture hall but on the streets too. To see this quest as life changing and world
changing. To embrace the beautiful gift
of curiosity our Creator gave us and then to use it wisely and well in our
life’s journey.
To learn, for the mind and the heart are like muscles. Use them often and vigorously and they will
flourish and strengthen. Use them
sparingly and stingily and they will atrophy and harden. I’ve got a 100 year old grandfather who still
lives on his own, who has outlived almost all of his peers. I imagine it would
be easy for him to just give up and say, “I’ve learned enough.” Yet whenever I
visit him, he’s always reading a new book or watching “Jeopardy” on TV. He asks me about my life: what I’m doing,
where I’m traveling. I’m convinced his
longevity and lucidity are the direct result of his willingness to learn something
new every day.
Learning is not about age. It is about attitude. You can be
99 and fully alive to knowledge or 19 and completely hardened in your
ideas. The best life is always about
constant learning, constant curiosity and a constant commitment to grow: in heart,
mind and soul.
Imagine what our world be like if more and more people
lived with learning as their goal. Our collective hearts have broken in these
waning weeks of summer at how much our world still has to learn. Israel/Palestine
bombs Hamas in Gaza
and Hamas bombs Israel/Palestine. An unarmed black teenager is gunned down on
the streets of Ferguson, Missouri. A bright and wonderful young woman
is caught in a hail of bullets in Dorchester
and dies. A brave American journalist is beheaded by so called “religious”
soldiers who revel in the brutality and violence of their warped ideology.
Many factors led to these tragedies but I think plain old ignorance
is what most fuels the human sins of such cruelty, stupidity and callousness.
People of “faith” who blindly follow a narrow theology and refuse to respect or
learn about the God walk of others. All
they care about is their twisted view of the Divine. People in nations that claim
a right to “defend” themselves, human rights be damned. So what if innocent civilians die in
war? People of different races and
classes who lack the emotional intelligence to imagine what life is like for
“the other”, the one who looks back at them over the barrel of a drawn
gun. If only we took the time to learn
more about our “enemies”, the ones we deem “different”: the world would
certainly be a much better place.
It is time to go back to school. For our world. For ourselves. Be curious. Many lessons await. The school of
life is now in session.
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