Showing posts with label Moderation/Modesty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moderation/Modesty. Show all posts

24 March 2013

Are you watching out for those dress code police?

This past week I've been corresponding with the administration at the school our kids will attend while we are back in the States for home assignment.

Alert... minor dress code violation!
When that school confirmed they still required uniforms, I felt - as in exhaling a HUGE sigh of relief - reassured - because dress codes (all aspects of them - determining them, establishing them, enforcing them, maintaining them, shopping so that my kids can abide by them etc.) just leave me tired and frustrated. Since my computer was informing me that the temperature outside was 112'F at that moment, I didn't need anything else to compound those sorts of feelings!

Dress codes are one of those things I get and don't get... all at the same time. 

Parents, not schools or other organizations, are the ones responsible for determining a dress code for their own children. As a parent, I also believe that in general, we can't leave teenagers to independently establish a dress standard that the adults in their lives will deem acceptable. It is not, however, the role of the school to come up with a standard of dress that they think every person needs to follow. I do understand that there needs to be some sort of standard or guidelines - for the sake of uniformity and presenting a collective image as students of the school, but adding a judgmental component: right/wrong or modest/immodest or appropriate/inappropriate is not, I believe, a beneficial position for the school to take. Parents may agree to enforce a school's dress code, but realize that when parents do not "buy into" a particular code, that is all it is - abiding by someone else's externally applied rule because the pros outweigh the cons as far as a child's education is concerned. 

Does anyone else find it concerning that parents, in cooperation with schools, then risk teaching legalistic attitudes, that outward outweighs what's happening on the inside, that hypocrisy is justifiable under certain circumstances, that modesty is just about clothing and is concretely and finitely  measurable, and that independent of God and in our own strength we can obey the law? 

Nevertheless, most student handbooks include a list of dress guidelines comprised of some general statement about clothing being neat, modest and clean followed by a list of all the things that are not allowed (i.e. tank tops, muscle shirts, spaghetti straps, midriffs, cutoffs, etc.). Some schools get even more specific - to the point of measuring how far above or below a knee a skirt slit can be, how low on the hips a pair of pants may permissibly ride or how many fingers wide the strap on a sleeveless shirt must be.Some schools find all these rules to be either burdensome or ridiculous and therefore choose to adopt a school uniform. Acceptable items of clothing are then detailed by the school administration and/or teaching staff and the family must then purchase a minimum number of the approved items so that their children arrive at school appropriately clothes. In local Nigerien schools, when students register, they are given tiny swatches of the uniform colors (i.e. khaki for the bottoms, sky blue for the tops) and directions like skirts for girls, ankle length pants for boys, and shirts must have collars and sleeves. They purchase material, take it to a tailor and have their uniforms made. There is some room for individual style and tastes, but most uniforms do end up having a similar look.

What I don't get about dress codes is all the fuss. Yes. Set up some standards and then gently, graciously enforce them. Many times, all it takes is a quiet reminder and a sheepish student fixes the problem because s/he realizes they got caught seeing how far s/he could push... or because s/he honest to goodness didn't recognize s/he was violating the rules and is horrified to be "in trouble..." or the upper elementary kid who has grown and lengths that were acceptable at the beginning of the year no longer work... Don't humiliate or berate children for their clothing choices. Don't automatically assume the worst possible motivations. Don't place children in the role of "dress code police." Don't create anxiety so that students agonize over their clothing choices each morning. Recognize that youth will experiment with what they wear and how it looks and evaluate the different reactions they get based on their clothing. They are exploring what it means to be masculine or feminine and developing a style that says, "Hey, this is me!" Modesty is a concern - but the point of modesty is not making sure the girls don't dress in a way that is tempting to guys (unfortunately, that is what is has come down to in many dress codes). Rather the point is to not call attention to yourself, but instead in your comportment and presentation to bring glory to God - and inherent in the word modesty is also the word softness or gentleness. Dealing with dress code infractions in a harsh or "bully-ing" way undermines that whole principle - and will never bring a "...harvest of love, joy, peace; patience towards others, kindness, benevolence..." (WNT) which then causes me to wonder how many dress codes are the overflow of the work of the Spirit.

What to do with those repeat offenders who are continually pushing the line? The first resource needs to be parents. Parents repeatedly required to leave work, come to school to get their child who violates the code, take them home and help them to find something acceptable and then return them to school will typically begin to ensure that their child dresses appropriately and then accountability falls back on parental shoulders (speaking as a parent, that is exactly where I think it should be). Since both parents and students are typically required to sign student handbooks at the beginning of the school year, parents have already agreed to support the school and their dress code. 

Of course, all of these issues remind me of the benefits of uniforms. Choosing one makes it easier to identify the compliant as well as the defiant. Another plus for uniforms? Teenage girls flinging clothing items all over the bedroom moaning about having nothing to wear becomes a thing of the past - they simply pull the uniform out of the dryer from the day before, iron as needed, get dressed and head out the door for school. 


So yes, I'm clearly a fan of uniforms? How about you? Why or why not? 

I was discussing this with a group of friends the other day and one person commented that our Korean families (we work at an international school) are some of the most adamant against uniforms - recalling too strongly the absolute lack of individualism and the oppression of communism.


Do you have other examples like this one I just mentioned? If you are a supporter of uniforms, how would you address the above concern? If you know of a different concern, what is it and how would you address that one?

13 November 2012

Movie star drama or donkey doldrums?



An online friend wrote something that I also felt approached this same idea. I made a comment on her post (Her blog has become one of my top two favorite blogs. Here's the blog post, "When you land in a dramatic story," if you wanna go and read it. I highly recommend you do.)


In her post, she asks questions like:
  1. As missionaries telling our stories, is it pride that likes "that recognition of story that sets [us] apart, that makes [us] 'brave,' that screams of drama?"
  2. Is it wrong to feel good about ourselves as "the missionary returning home after a season of noble work?"
  3. When a missionary hears herself with this attitude, should "pride catch... in [her] throat and makes [her] want to throw up?'
  4. Are Christian women, instead, supposed to be "...mumbling and rushing.  Hiding and minimizing.  Turning the tables and the questions back around, deflecting attention and spotlight?"
  5. "Isn’t humility constantly pointing elsewhere, love continually asking the questions rather than answering them?" (emphasis mine)


In her post, Laura comes to this conclusion: 
"To hide my journey... how does that glorify God? Because didn’t he do the miraculous back there? Didn’t he redeem broken, awful things in and around me... my story hould never trump the value of another’s just because some of it took place in the realm of the humanly-speaking dramatic, neither should my story be negated for the same reason. Because to refuse to own the journey, regardless of if it might lead to applause or anonymity, is to hide glory that was fought for in the heavens."




What was my comment?
"I've been asking myself [a similar] question - Does God appreciate me and the service that I offer, or those sacrifices I've made? Am I arrogant to even ask that question? Does He ever feel gratitude for those times when, by His grace, I get it right? Does He ever whisper... or say... or shout, 'Thank you, dear! It just thrills my heart as I watch you being, doing and striving for me...' 
And if He does, shouldn't my heart response be a simple, 'You are so welcome, Lord.'
Could that be what we are doing, saying 'You are so welcome, Lord,' when we share those dramatic stories and then fight that battle inside between glorifying God and our arrogant tendencies to make a name for ourselves? 
And why would I even expect for the answer to fall on a neat, clean line that is obvious all of the time when His Word repeatedly tells me that moderation and gentle, quiet spirits full of the grace to accept God's thanks - are things I'm going to have to work and fight for? And that they are so worth that fight?"



Sometimes, missionary-mom ministry is exciting and dramatic. 

More often, at least in my experience, I might as well be a donkey. (Especially when airport travel is involved, my claim to fame is that I am the family donkey. I find it a tad humorous. No one else thinks it is funny. Probably because they recognize it to be true...) 

I sometimes feel like the unappreciated, forgotten missionary, Jesus follower, wife and mama,  sequestered away to the back side of the desert where I don't even get to leave town for years at a time or to see my grandparents on their birthdays. I clean dishes, wake up early to bake bread and make donuts, do load after load after load of laundry, prepare Bible studies that the women forget to attend, sit with my friend who just lost her daughter but really can't say much of comfort because I can barely communicate, sweep and dust just so that I can sweep and dust all over again, design education plans for struggling students who seem like they could care less, write requested radio drama scripts that may never be broadcast because funding is just not available to produce them....

Then, out of the blue is one of those dramatic moments. God does something amazing and I am somehow, for some reason known only to Him, an integral piece. It is amazing to be in that place. 


And people notice. And I don't feel so forgotten. I remember that it is all worth it because He is worth it. And I start to feel good about myself and what I'm doing. And I am re-energized in my walk with the Lord and my commitment to all aspects of this ministry. And I dive right back in, looking to repeat that mountain top success experience. And I forget and start thinking I am integral to what He is doing. And I'm tempted to get a big head and think that everything balances on me and my contribution. And I start believing what is important is what I am doing. And I might just follow my own independent agenda instead of seeking the Lord and joining Him in His work, His agenda...

It's a pendulum careening from exciting movie star drama to the donkey doldrums. 

I'm asking myself some hard (for me) questions: 
  1. Could I hop off that roller coaster ride if I wanted to?
  2. Do I want to?
  3. If I learned to hear and accept the Almighty's whispered thank you and bask in that, might either the abundance of excitement and drama or the lack become unimportant?
  4. Why would I even expect for the answers to fall on a neat, clean all-the-time-obvious lines when His Word repeatedly tells me that moderation and gentle, quiet spirits full of the grace to accept God's thanks - are things I'm going to have to work and fight for? 
  5. And that they - moderation and a gentle quiet spirit - are so worth the struggle?

Could He, Would He, ever say "Thank you, dear," to me?

What do you think God's Word says relative to this question?


12 March 2012

Multitude Monday - 1000 Gifts: "Guarded Hearts"

That's a phrase that, really, could have two connotations.

One could be, at least in today's current culture pushing for authenticity and transparency, quite negative. In that sense, a guarded heart evokes the image of a heart - feelings, emotions, soul or mind - blocked up behind walls... unable, unwilling or afraid to even tentatively reach out and risk bona fide relationship because of selfishness, fear or pride.

Yet biblical expression, "guard your heart," is a beautiful, powerful and important one. We are memorizing the following passage (Proverbs 4.23-27):

Garde ton coeur plus que toute autre chose,
Car de lui viennent les sources de la vie.
Ecarte de ta bouche la fausseté,
Eloigne de tes lèvres les détours.
Que tes yeux reardent en face,
Et que tes paupières se dirigent devant toi.
Considère le chemin par où tu passes,
Et que toutes tes voies soient bien réglées;
Ne te détourne ni à droite ni à gauche,
Et écarte ton pied du mal.
(Yes, we are memorizing it in French... and then Zarma, hopefully)

These verses, along with the theme of spiritual health, are going to be very key this year in the local church where we serve and worship.

But back to the dichotomy concerning this single phrase - a guarded heart... yesterday, at the two very different church services we regularly attend, godly servant leaders spoke to us concerning our hearts - preaching on principles to remember and apply that will prevent troubled hearts. That's a more-than-relevant topic these days; the troubled heart temptation can be a mighty challenge in often overwhelming darkness and heaviness so prevalent in this present age.

In the first service, we were exhorted to protect our hearts from all wickedness and envy... for when we allow our hearts to traipse down either or both of those two paths, our actions will not be long in following. The speaker particularly emphasized the importance of knowing God (not just about Him, but being in an active, growing relationship with Him) and discernement - just because something is culturally acceptatble does not disqualify the possibility that is evil or that it might result in an envious spirit.

In the evening (English language) service, we looked at John 14, where the Lord clearly teaches that we are the ones who "let" our hearts be troubled - or in other words, a troubled heart is avoidable. Sunday night, we were encouraged that 1) an eternal perspective, 2) knowing Christ (again!) because if we know Jesus, then we know the Father... in a much less traumatic way, and 3) remembering and relying on the comforting presence of the Holy Spirit are all absolutely essential to an untroubled heart. That phrase, "do not let your heart..." is found twice in this chapter, and is how the Lord counseled His disciples in those last moments before His arrest. Seems like pretty key information for me to practice, before my heart is seized by trouble or fear...

If only it were that easy...

Instead, I find myself often feeling like the disciples... They were described by the speaker Sunday night as clueless and self-centered... at least in these chapters... Ouch!

One thing clearly stands out to me, though. I'm struck, once again, by how balance is so key... my moderation is to be known by all men - and that includes this arena of a guarded heart. I must guard my heart, seeking to protect it from wickedness, envy, cultural deception, letting it be troubled (and many other things). Yet at the same time, I can't stop experiencing and feeling and interacting with people or situations who make me uncomfortable. I can't guard my heart from authentic, deep and possibly hurtful or painful times and relationships. I guard my heart to keep me from sin; if I guard my heart with the single goal of staying safe... that, in and of itself, may actually be sin... at least those are the thoughts spinning around my head tonight. As CS Lewis writes (of Aslan) in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, God "...is not safe... but He is good."

This somewhat introverted, slightly worn-out misso finds that thought a scary one, even on the good days. It is terrifyingly traumatic on the hard, bad ones. And that's even more my reality when think of teaching it  and watching it play out in the lives of the ones I love, particular these 8 young becoming ones the Lord has so graciously shared with us.

this week's gratitude list:
(#s 1992 - 2012)

not really sure what my ramblings today particularly have to do with gratitude, but thankful that God continues to teach and challenge me... and somewhat amazed how once again, He orchestrated both sermons from two very different services to dovetail together so well and to be just exactly what I was needing to hear 

sunburnt shoulders after Sunday afternoon swimming and lunch at the pool

coming up on 18 years this year, and knowing without a doubt, I'd still do it all over again and I'm thankful he says he would, too...

knowing I've got a friend who's "got my back" - I doubt I'll every find that less than amazing!


clean floors that I didn't have to sweep or mop

amazingly cool days for March in the Sahel

good dialogue, even when perspectives differ

miraculous God sized fingerprints of safety for friends who rolled their truck (several times) while traveling, way out on the other end of this country

opportunity to pray for another friend and colleague who has also been in a horrendous accident, and the family of the little girl who died

seeing evidence that God is up to something: as a friend just reminded me - with all these "attacks" it makes one wonder exactly where He is advancing... and it is always exciting and sometimes terrifying to watch Him work

ideas

dreaming dreams

mental wandering and wondering about the future

warts removed

girlies who've discovered jumping rope... again

friends and teachers willing to help probe about and discover why one of those girlies seems discouraged and stressed

pulling out the boy size 7s and 8s (they've been packed up for a long time) and moving down, passing along the size 5s and 6s

passing the #2000 signpost... and realizing I've just barely dipped my big toe into practicing this thing called gratitude

saying a next-to-impossibly-hard "No"

looking forward to talking with my parents - and even when it didn't happen, the antipation throughout the day was delightful and will make it that much more fun next time we can connect



2 days without anyone throwing up

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