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Sunday, February 9, 2014

Marriage: Celebrating the Silly Things

Yes, I thought it was silly. But early into my marriage, we celebrated those kinds of “anniversaries.” The one month anniversary. The first New Year’s Day as a married couple. Our first Christmas as a married couple. The first Valentine’s Day as a married couple. My wife is big into this kind of thing but I generally just went along. It was important to her so it was important to me, but, really, my heart wasn’t in it.

Now that we’ve been married a while – it was 25 years this past August – I’ve come to truly appreciate one of these silly anniversaries in particular – Jan. 25. It was on that date in 1986 that Rachael and I went on our official first date. It was official because I specifically asked her to go with me to the Movie Pub in Auburn to watch a movie, eat hot dogs and drink a couple of beverages.

We’ve celebrated this anniversary every year without fail. It usually includes flowers, a card and dinner out. And, like clockwork, I can always count on someone to tease me about it. Tell me how silly it is.

But as I continue to read stories about high divorce rates, I take more and more pride in celebrating the “little things.” The silly things. Marriage is hard work and I look forward to celebrating many more “silly” anniversaries. I have learned to appreciate these small moments that have led to a wonderful life of love and happiness.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

New Year's Resolutions, Decisions and Jesus

A New Year’s Letter to Myself: Resolutions, Decisions and Jesus
Sunday, Jan. 5, 2014
By Bret Pippen
In preparing for my talk today, I decided to take another look at a series of admonitions and commands issued by Jesus. We have seen these during our discussions over the past few weeks. I was inspired by Jesus’ startling declaration in Luke 12 when He said: “I have come to bring fire on the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled! Do you think I came to bring peace to the earth? No, I tell you, but division.”
This is not some kind-hearted gentle young teacher come to make everything okay. He’s come to shake things up – to demand that things be better than they are and than they ever could be.
As I was writing down the various commands Christ makes and then adding my own commentary, it occurred to me that I was writing a letter to myself. As is the case with many of us, I am particularly adept at giving advice but not so adept at following it. So it seemed to me that a good place to start in 2014 would be with a letter to myself.
Now. . .if you hear some advice in this letter that strikes you as specific to your situation or that you feel is appropriate for you, please feel free to plagiarize. The source material is scripture and, let’s face it, is some good stuff to work with and copy.

Dear Bret,
You are here for a reason. You are not an accident. You are God’s child. Remember that time in Genesis Class when everyone was asked: “Who are you?” We all answered with labels applied to us by this world – father, mother, worker. The reality is we are God’s. The question is not “Who are you?” but “Whose are you?” If your study of scripture has taught you anything at all, Bret, if it has made anything completely clear, then it should be that you are created by God in the image of God for God from God for the love of God. And this is important to remember because, as you know, the darkness can be overwhelming. And it’s in those dark moments that you begin to question whose you are. You begin to believe the world: That your value is based on things outside of God’s love. You begin to focus on the wrong ideas. You are led astray by your own doubts. Your own self-centeredness. And, before you know it, you are surrounded by this darkness. Telling you that you are not worth it. Telling you don’t belong here. Telling you are useless. You can feel your joy fading, being taken away. You can feel the light grow dim.
You’ve been in these moments. You can physically feel the despair. The hopelessness. You have felt it and understood it. What it means to be completely alone in a crowded room. What it means to be sitting in the midst of friends and family and to feel completely alone. Cut off from life-giving warmth and love.
The voices whisper, yell. You are worthless. You are useless. They question your existence. Maybe you are just a random occurrence. What other reason could there be for you being here? No one wants you. No one loves you. No one likes you. Seriously, why don’t you just do us all a favor and quit wasting valuable space on this planet?
But here’s what I want you to do, Bret, at these moments – I want you to remember whose you are. Because no matter how dark it may get. No matter how alone you may feel. He is always there. Jesus is always right there. And He’s telling you: “Get up! Grab your mat and walk!”
Jesus is there to grab you by the lapels and shake you awake. To tell you what an idiot you’re being. He reminds you of what one of your favorite authors, Henri Nouwen, had to say, an author who struggled with his own darkness. . . “Christians don’t deny the darkness. We just decide not to live in it.” And who provides that light? The light for us to live in? The light that we are drawn to? The light that gives life?
Jesus. God.
And Jesus and God work through your friends and family. Don’t dismiss them. They are here on this planet doing God’s work. As it says in scripture, we are all connected through Christ. We are all parts of the same body. None more important than the other.
Jesus is not some random motivational speaker with abstract thoughts and ideas. This is Jesus. Son of God. Son of Man. He is speaking to you. Directly to you. Encouraging you. Challenging you. Convicting you. Comforting you.
You can say many things about our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, but one thing you cannot accuse Him of is leaving you alone. Once He has you. Once you are His. Once you recognize all this. He refuses to leave you alone. As Anne Lamott has said Jesus accepts you as your are and loves you too much to leave you that way.
Jesus is the ultimate friend. You talk about friends whom you love and whom you want to tell you the truth no matter what. Bull. You tell yourself that because you believe that is what you should say. The reality is, you really like those friends who tell you what you want to hear. The ones who pat you on the back and tell you that you look great. You are the emperor parading around naked.
Jesus is not that kind of friend. Jesus gets in your grill and tells you what you don’t want to hear. This is the discomfort you’re feeling. This is Jesus telling you to be better than you are. This is Jesus telling you that is He with you to the ends of the earth and beyond. This is Jesus telling you that it’s not going to be easy.
Bret, Jesus expects you to take your role as God’s child seriously. Not lightly. Not dismissively. Who are you to decide that you are no longer needed? God has work for you to do. Jesus wants you to do His work on this planet. To provide a light in the darkness of others. He wants you to reach beyond the darkness. To be born again. And again. And again. And again. To remember who you are. Whose you are.
Be better than you are. Work toward that idea of perfection. Be perfect as your Father is perfect. Yes, you’re going to need help. And Jesus is there. Be willing to accept help from Jesus and, remember, this help sometimes comes in the form of other broken people. Stop being so dang snobby. Jesus – God – works in mysterious ways. Be aware enough to recognize those opportunities to see God where many do not.
Bring light to your areas of darkness. To those area of darkness around you. Be influential where you can be influential. Stop missing the trees for the forest. Don’t dismiss what’s right in front of you. God has put you where He needs you. Now, do something with the opportunity.
Remember these things that Jesus said:
Matthew 5:24-25 – Go and be reconciled with your brother. . .Settle matters quickly with your adversary. The anger you feel is only hurting you.
Matthew 5:37 – Let your ‘yes’ be ‘yes’ and your ‘no’ be ‘no.’ Stop looking for loopholes. Let your word be your word.
Matthew 5:39-42 – If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also. And if someone wants to sue you and taken your tunic, let him have your cloak as well. If someone forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles. Give to the one who asks you, and do not turn away from the one who wants to borrow from you.
Matthew 5:44 – Love your enemies. Pray for those who persecute you.
Matthew 5:48 – Be perfect.
Matthew 6:1 – Give to the needy.
Matthew 6:5 – Pray.
Matthew 6:14 -- Forgive the sins of others as your Father has forgiven you.
Matthew 6:20 – Store your treasures in heaven.
Matthew 6:25 – Stop worrying so much.
Matthew 7:1 – Don’t judge others.
Matthew 7:12 – Do unto others what you have them do unto you. Don’t be surprised that if you treat others like crap, you are treated like crap in return.
Matthew 7:14 – Small is the gate and narrow is the road that leads to life. Remember: My way isn’t the easy way but it’s the right way. Sometimes doing the right thing will not be the easiest thing.
Matthew 7:15 – Watch out for false prophets. If it sounds too good to be true then it probably is. If they claim to be speaking for Jesus but don’t act like Jesus then it probably isn’t from Jesus.
Matthew 7:24 – Build your house on solid rock. Build your life on the solid foundation that is Jesus Christ. Build up your faith. So that when storms do come, you are not so easily washed away.
And that’s that. Bret, be sure to check back with this letter at various points during the year. Think of it as a road map pointing you in the right direction.
Remember: God loves you too much to leave you alone and to leave you as you are.
grace and peace,
Bret Pippen

Saturday, March 23, 2013

7 Tips: Transitioning Your College Student Back to Civilization

When your child heads off to college for the first time, you are inundated with material and information all designed to help you and your child make that transition to college.

How do you get organized? How do you budget? How do you handle homesickness? How do you register for classes? It’s an endless and sometimes overwhelming stream of information.

But right around Christmas break, it became apparent that the one thing that this endless stream of information did not prepare me for was the actual return home of my college student.

My daughter left for Auburn as a freshman in August 2012. It has been a great transition thanks to all of the guidance and information that has been generously shared with me.

However, nothing prepared me for the return.

So, to help other parents of first-time college students, I have prepared these bits of advice to, I hope, help you and your college student make the transition home somewhat easier.

Curiously enough, I have adapted much of what you see here from a variety of disaster preparedness websites. They seemed oddly appropriate given my own personal experience of working to transition my college freshman back home and back to civilized society.

Remember: Being properly prepared can make all the difference in the world for the safety of you and your loved ones.

Tip #1: Be Patient. This is an important piece of advice that, unfortunately, I don’t always follow. It takes time for your college student to re-acclimate to civilization and you should be prepared for that. I will repeat this several times in the tips that follow.

Tip #2: Inventory your belongings. After her first visit back home, we began to notice things missing. Jewelry. Clothing. Food. I don’t believe she meant to “steal” anything. In the mind of a college student, taking things without asking is a form of “borrowing.” “Sweetie, we noticed on Facebook that you were wearing your mom’s favorite sweater. Could you please bring it back home when you return? Oh, yes, of course, glad to hear you’re letting your friends borrow our clothes.”

Tip #3: Review your income. Yes, when at school, your college student believes you to be a never-ending ATM. However, this becomes even more pronounced in person. Beware of flattery (“Wow, dad, you’ve really lost a lot of weight and look great!”). Make a note of what money you’ve doled out. Your college student understands that you are getting older and your mind is not quite what it used to be. They leverage this knowledge by asking for many small denominations over time versus one large disbursement all at once. “Didn’t I already give you $5 this morning? What? Yes, I think this jacket looks cool on me too. Well, here is $10. I love you too.”

Tip #4: Buy plenty of food. At school, your college student has become acclimated to eating what they want, when they want and as much as they want. Until you can get them properly adjusted to civilization (Remember: Be Patient), it’s a good idea to keep plenty of food on hand. If you run out of food early in the transition process, they will turn on you. “Huh? What do you mean we’re out of Cheez-Its, chips, Goldfish, Triscuits, soda, turkey, cheese, and cereal? We literally just bought all that stuff yesterday.”

Tip #5: Re-introduce the concept of time. After being at college for a while, your college student has developed a rhythm of time that doesn’t follow any civilized pattern. They stay up until all hours of the morning. Roll out of the bed about five minutes before class. Study for a bit. Sleep for a bit. Then they repeat the process. This pattern can be oddly disconcerting to a civilized family so helping your college student understand that they need to adjust their concept of time while at home is paramount to the mental and physical wellbeing of the entire family unit. “No, sweetie, I don’t think it’s too much to ask that you return home by midnight. And, yes, I’m sorry I have to get up so early tomorrow but I do have a job that requires me to be there.”

Tip #6: Re-introduce the concept of regular hygiene. It was somewhat of a surprise to me to see my beautiful daughter, who was so fastidious about her appearance in high school, transformed so quickly into a classic college freshman. This classic look usually consists of unwashed hair quickly pulled back into a ponytail, a rumpled T-Shirt, Nike shorts, and some form of sandal-type footwear (e.g. Chacos, Tevas, etc.). It appears that other forms of personal cleanliness are optional. In your college student's mind, body spray can mask whatever unfortunate odors have crept up overnight. Again, Be Patient. Work with them. “Yes, sweetie, I realize we’re just going to Billy’s for dinner, but we would prefer it if you would not look like we just picked up from the shelter downtown.”

Tip #7: Expect the Unexpected. As with severe weather, you never really know what’s about to happen. A tornado could just drop out of the sky. Or the clouds could part and the day could be beautiful. The transition of your college student to civilized life can be just as unpredictable. Just be sure to plan ahead and Be Patient.

Should you have any thoughts or ideas on how best to transition your college student to civilization – even temporarily – please feel free to share. As always, I could use all the help I can get.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Valentine's Day: A Cautionary Tale

The other morning my youngest daughter asked if I had a funny story about Valentine’s Day. The answer, of course, is absolutely. I have a story I think is funny about almost anything, but, as it turns out, this story is also a great cautionary tale to all newlywed men.

My wife and I celebrated our first Valentine’s Day as a married couple on Feb. 14, 1989. We had been married that previous August, and spent our honeymoon in Tuscaloosa at Shoney’s and Delchamps. It would be fair to say that we barely had two nickels to rub together.

But, we were happy. I was in graduate school. Rachael was working. We were poor, but we were proud and, yes, we had each other.

One quick piece of background information: My wife and her family celebrate every holiday like it may be the last holiday on Earth. My family celebrates Thanksgiving and Christmas.

So, it was an incredible surprise when, as Valentine’s Day drew closer, she came to me with a simple request.

Her: “Bret, I love you, and I know money is tight right now so I don’t think we should buy anything for each other on Valentine’s Day.”

Me: “Well, I don’t know about that. Are you sure?”

Her: “Absolutely. I love you. You love me. We love one another. I know that. You know that. We don’t need to give each other anything on Valentine’s Day to prove that.”

Me: “You’re sure? Really?”

Her: “Yes. So, we won’t buy anything for each other for Valentine’s Day. Plus, I would rather just save money for my birthday in April.”

Me: “Okay.”

Valentine’s Day rolls around. I wake up that morning preparing to go to class, and she comes to me with a card – a Valentine’s Day card. She wishes me a happy Valentine’s Day, tells me how much she loves me and hands me a wonderful card expressing the undying love she has for me.

I got nothing.

She stands. Waiting. Anticipating.

I got nothing.

I tell her I love her and then remind her of our conversation earlier in the year.

It was then that she said something that changed my married life forever and removed the scales from my eyes: “I know what I said, but I never, ever thought you would think I was serious.”

Needless to say, it was a chilly Valentine’s Day for me in 1989.

Two mistakes were made:
  • First, I took seriously something that my wife said that was directly contradictory to any evidence that had been presented to that point in our marriage.
  • Second, I made the huge – HUGE – mistake of reminding her of something that she said earlier that was directly contrary to what she actually believed.
It was a hard lesson but it’s one that I am more than willing to freely pass along to any newlywed young man or any young man new to a relationship.

The moral of the story? As a friend of mine says: For Valentine’s Day, flowers and a card are baseline. Everything else is considered “above and beyond.”

Happy Valentine’s Day and you’re welcome.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Sacred Harp Singing: Bringing the Spirit!

It started with Cold Mountain. Which is odd because I didn’t like the book or the movie. But it was in the movie and from the movie’s soundtrack that I was introduced to the mesmerizing sounds of Sacred Harp singing. I’m sure I had heard Sacred Harp prior to that point but it never reached me like the songs did that I heard on this soundtrack.

Sacred Harp singing or “shape note” singing is stripped down a capella singing in four part harmony. It’s called shape note singing because the notes are literally placed on the staff as shapes with an accompanying verbal designation. Triangle = Fa. Oval = Sol. Square = La. Diamond = Mi. Generally, before singing a specific tune, Sacred Harp singers will sing through the song using only Fa. Sol. La. Mi. This establishes the tune, pitch and meter of the song as led by the song leader. You get a sense of this in the video I've embedded in this blog posting -- a Sacred Harp rendition of "Amazing Grace."


Since that exposure from the Cold Mountain soundtrack, I’ve purchased Sacred Harp music and seen Sacred Harp performed in venues such as City Stages. I have a fairly eclectic musical palate but I’m particularly drawn to strong, inspirational religious music and to stripped down music so I suppose Sacred Harp hits at both of those predilections for me because it is stripped down strong, inspirational religious music. There is no pretense here. Just the human voice – or Sacred Harp.


A Song Leader keeping time and rocking the hat!
So it was with great joy that for Father’s Day weekend this year, I was able to attend the 33rd National Sacred Harp convention here in Birmingham, Alabama. Good folks from all over the country gathered for three days in the sanctuary of First Christian Church on Valleydale Road and sang to their heart’s content. One after the other, song leaders would rise, call out a song from the Sacred Harp hymnal, some initial tuning notes would be sung and off we would go. And we would go with vigor. One of my favorite things about Sacred Harp singing is that they sing with all the stops pulled out!




I am good at singing the words – I get it. It’s the shape note part that stumps me. On slower songs, I can stammer out the appropriate Fa’s or Sol’s or La’s, but when a song leader would say, “Let’s pick up the pace”. . .well, you need to hold on to your hat because that’s where they separate the pros from the amateurs. The good news is I was sitting with a pro from Massachusetts on my left and a pro from Alabama sitting in front of me. Between the two of them, I managed to stumble my way through the shape notes.


Example of a song from The Sacred Harp book.

There were a couple of surprises. For one thing, I was genuinely surprised by the geographic disparity of the people attending. It’s always been my general thought that Sacred Harp singing was primarily a southern rural tradition but the convention draws people from Massachusetts, Connecticut, the Midwest, and, yes, the United Kingdom. Then I was also struck by the number of young people. Again, my general thought was that Sacred Harp would primarily attract older folks but there were a number of people singing and leading the singing that were as young as 12 or 13. 
For three hours on the Saturday before Father’s Day, the people around me and I did nothing but sing four-part a capella harmonies. It was marvelous. It was inspirational. What a great Father’s Day present!

If you’re interested in learning more about Sacred Harp, visit www.fasola.org or go to Sacred Harp at Wikipedia.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Of High School Graduation

My oldest daughter has graduated from high school.

It’s taken me a while to wrap my mind around that statement of fact. In what I thought was a particularly introspective moment, one of her best friends told me how he felt about graduating from high school. In his own incredibly well-mannered way, he answered honestly, “I really don’t know. I don’t think it’s completely soaked in yet.”

Indeed. The problem is it happened so freaking fast. When Parker was born 18 years ago, we were told by many well-meaning old people (you know the ones – people in their mid-40s!) to “cherish” these early years because they will fly by so quickly. Yeah, sure. Those years of sleepless nights, spit-up, diaper changes, teething, colds, and ear infections could not go by fast enough. Or so I thought.

Now, I turn around and I hear my daughter’s name being called out as a graduate of the 2012 Class of Mountain Brook High School. It was a truly surreal moment. But, no, it was really happening. I know it happened because I have pictures of her in all of her robed glory along with 300+ other friends.

She had asked me more than once leading up to the pomp and circumstance whether I would cry. As she knows, I don’t cry often but there are quintessential fatherly or parental moments that do move me to be more emotional than normal. And, let’s face it, the prospect of seeing your child taking her first steps into a new and exciting chapter of her life, would definitely qualify as one of those moments.

But, no. I didn’t get emotional. Sure, there was a lot of hugging. Proud back-slapping. I thought I would literally explode with pride. But, no. No crying. I’m not sure why. What I’ve told people is that we (the immediate family, the in-laws and the out-laws) were so caught up in the joyousness of the moment, that there simply was no time for tears. No room for them. The tears were evaporated by joy.

I looked around the auditorium and saw many, many friends whose faces were just like mine – completely aglow with pride in the knowledge that we had done it. And I use the royal “we” purposefully here. Over the years, Parker has had to overcome more than one challenge to make it to that stage, and she did it in one of the toughest school systems in the state.

By her own admission, she would say that she wasn’t the smartest kid in her class but, by God, I would put her work ethic up against anyone’s. That kid will out-study and out-work anyone. Then layer onto that a commitment from her mom that the she would do whatever necessary to ensure Parker received whatever help she needed – at home or at school or from others who became extended family (God Bless You, Sandy Naramore).

All of that hard work paid off on Thursday, May 24, sometime between 7 p.m. and 8:30 p.m. when the name Virginia Parker Pippen was called and my beautiful girl walked across that stage to proudly accept her high school diploma.

All that said and it took an 18-year-old young man to adquately explain my feelings at this moment: “I really don’t know how I feel at this moment. I don’t think it’s soaked in yet.”

Sunday, April 29, 2012

The Good Stuff: Of haircuts, shoeshines and blood draws


You've heard the ever popular saying: “Don’t sweat the small stuff.” 

That’s good advice for as far as it goes. No question that we – I – get hung up over small things and miss the big picture. But I suppose the fear is that there is a possibility that by aggressively not sweating the small stuff, you inadvertently don’t appreciate the small stuff that happens to be good.

This happens to me fairly often as I get caught up in the every day trials of life, work and family. I worry. I worry about finances. I worry about my children. I worry about my parents. I worry about work. I worry about my health. Worry. Worry. Worry.

I get so focused on these worries that I fail to appreciate the little things that make life grand and that can, in their own small way, make my day better.

The Tutwiler Barber Shop: Where Mimi works her magic
Last week was a great week for Small Stuff Appreciation in the life of Bret Pippen.

It started innocently enough with a haircut. I love getting my haircut. I usually wait until it’s more than a little shaggy and so it’s incredibly liberating to walk into my barber shop and have one of my favorite people give me a great cut and a new, fresh look. She clips my eyebrows. She shaves my neck. It’s an altogether wonderful experience and for those 20 minutes or so, I am removed from world worries with the anticipation of walking out of the barber shop feeling like a new man. Thank you very much, Mimi!

Then, I randomly decided to have my shoes shined. I don’t do this often but there are those moments when I look down at my Johnston & Malone cordovan leather shoes and think they could use some refreshing. A touch up. Nothing major – just a buff. My dad has given me many pieces of advice over the years but two bits of advice that have stayed true lo these many years are these: Spend the money to buy a good suit and a good pair of shoes and then take care of them both. 

So, I wandered to a shoeshine stand located in my downtown office building and watched as my friend buffed and polished my shoes to new life. It’s a singularly wonderful feeling to step down from a shoeshine stand and see a shiny pair of shoes looking back at you. A newly-shined pair of shoes makes a man feel confident. Thank you, Jamaal!

Later in the week, I found a small bit of happiness in the unlikeliest of places – a laboratory. It was time for me to head over to the Kirklin Clinic for my regularly-scheduled blood draw so I could be prepared for my doctor’s visit the next day. As I get off the elevator and walk to the lab area, I am literally greeted by every person working in the Clinic with a heartfelt and pleasant “Good Morning.” To top it off, the person who actually took my blood was a wonderful and beautiful young lady who could not have been more efficient and nice. This may seem like an odd recommendation but if you ever need to have your blood drawn, I would highly recommend great folks at The Kirklin Clinic. Thank you, Wanokee!

The moral of the story? Sure, don’t sweat the small stuff but for goodness sakes, don’t ignore the good stuff -- especially small good stuff.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Of Progressive Lenses and Chipper Jones

It’s been a point of pride for some time now that my wife is older than I am. Granted, it’s only two years, but, as it turns out, these are a couple of important years. Plus, for the time between April 14 and June 30, she is actually three years older than I am.

This age disparity has made for some interesting conversations and plenty of fun over the years. When my wife and I first met, I was actually 19 years old. A mere teen. This meant that Rachael was 21. As such, her mother would introduce us not as a couple but as Rachael and “her friend, Bret.” Apparently, according to unwritten Southern manners, it was not polite for a lady of Rachael’s advanced years to be showing romantic tendencies toward one so young.

Inevitably, the march of time is the great equalizer. Generally, Rachael has experience the vagaries of age sooner than I,but those experiences only provide glimpses to what I have in store. And there are moments that clearly mark the passage of time as age takes its toll on the body.

Three moments have marked the passage of time for me in the past few weeks.

First came an adjustment to my glasses. Now I’ve pretty much had extremely poor eyesight since the second grade. I’ve never been a contacts kind of person – there’s something about putting one’s finger in one’s eye that just gives me the creeps.  I’m also not the kind of guy who wants to have elective surgery on his eyeballs either. So it’s been glasses over the years.

A shot of the new "progressive" lenses. See. . .No Lines!

Yes, the prescription of the glasses has gotten stronger as age and computers have taken their toll, but all of this is normal. Then came the discovery a few weeks ago that I needed progressive lenses.

Now, for those of you who are not aware, “progressive” is the new, modern term for “bi-focals.” There is no line visible in the lens but they “progressively” get stronger as you lower your line of vision so you can “progressively” read smaller type easier as you “progressively” have to read more about the medication you’re taking as you are “progressively” getting older.
It was to my great satisfaction that my wife, who is also near-sighted, a couple of years ago had to get progressive lenses. It was yet another example of my wife’s advancing age as I stayed eternally youthful. But the fun and games at my wife’s expense stopped when I noticed it became more and more difficult to see the tiny type on the back of a TV I was installing or that I simply couldn’t focus on the type in the newspaper or that I had to bump up the size of the type on my Kindle.

Now, to add insult to injury, this is the year that Chipper Jones of the Atlanta Braves has announced his retirement. Unless he has a change of heart, this will be his last year to play professional baseball. I’ve gone over it a dozen times and I cannot simply cannot remember another player whom I’ve followed closely from the beginning of his career to the end of his career like Chipper Jones.

He’s always been with the Braves. I’ve always been a Braves fan. I’ve seen Braves players come and go, but Chipper has been with the Braves since 1993. And he’s retiring because he is over the hill at the age of 40.

Chipper Jones, who is old at 40
Yes, I know he will be in the Hall of Fame and all that, but it’s Chipper Jones. He’s not supposed to retire yet. One of the sportswriters in Birmingham suggested that Chipper go ahead and pack it in now because his knees are shot and he’s only hurting the team by hanging on.

For me, at age 45, there has been much joy in Mudville as I have watched Chipper hobble out to the plate and crush two home runs this season that have sparked the heretofore pathetic Braves’ offense.

But you can have your progressive lenses and your Chipper Jones retirement. The true moment at which I knew age was upon me like a thief in the night was seeing my oldest daughter try on her cap and gown. She picked it up last week from school and is slated to graduate from high school on May 24.

My little girl will be heading to Auburn University in the fall.

I will be visiting – often. The good news is I’ll be able to see things clearer. Maybe I’ll run into Chipper and we can talk about the inevitability of aging.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Thoughts on SIN (and forgiveness)


I have been thinking about sin a lot lately. Not to give the impression that I don’t think about sin at all, but, generally, the topic doesn’t occupy a large portion of my conscious thoughts.

But, lately, sin has been top of mind.

My guess is this has less to do with my own sins, of which there are plenty, as much as it has to do with some missteps I’ve seen in others. Of course, those are always the easiest sins to spot. Like the Pharisee, we stand boldly before God and thank the good Lord that we are not as bad as that poor sinner over there.

Then, I suppose, there are a deluded few who simply believe that they do not sin. They live good lives. They go to church. They go to Sunday School. Sinners? Goodness no. My guess is that people tend to define sin as the “biggies” – murder and/or adultery. Is it a sin when I tell a little white lie? Is it a sin that I took a package of sticky notes from the office? No, of course not. These are slight indiscretions. But, sins? Heavens no.

In the past three weeks, I’ve taught a Sunday School lesson from Mary Lou Redding’s book, The Lord’s Prayer, and a chapter from Tim Keller’s book, The Reason for God, and have listened to a powerful Sunday School lesson that featured King David’s public failure.

The Redding book takes the Lord’s Prayer and examines it phrase by phrase. It’s been an excellent exercise for Lent. How often have you really thought about what you are saying when you recite the Lord’s Prayer? 

About two Sundays ago I taught a lesson using two of the chapters from Redding’s book – “Forgive us our trespasses (sins) as we have forgiven those who have trespassed (sinned) against us.”

When you really think about them, those phrases are tough nuts to crack. First, you have to accept that you are a sinner. Second, you then ask for God’s forgiveness based on how you have done in forgiving others. How are you doing with that? For me and my house, I would say we struggle.

The Keller book is an approachable, well-written book designed to address the atheistic attacks on Christianity by Christopher Hitchens, Sam Harris and Richard Dawkins. And at some point any Christian writer worth his salt must address sin. And that’s what Keller does in Chapter 10 – “The Problem of Sin.”

Then the latest sin-focused discussion occurred for me this past Sunday. Again, using the Redding book as the foundation, our terrific Sunday School teacher took us deep into a discussion about temptation and the failure of Israel’s greatest king – King David. The story, as told in 2 Samuel, is a disturbing one. It’s easy to chuckle at because it sounds so ridiculous, but for those who have experienced the pain of betrayal, lying, and adultery – not to mention murder – this story hits very close to home. David destroys the lives of Bathsheba, Uriah, and his unborn child. And it takes Nathan to point out what an idiot David has been.

So, sin has been top of mind for me lately.

As I mentioned, it’s easy for us to point out the sins of others. It started in the Garden of Eden (“Hey, God, it’s not my fault. It was that dadgum female you stuck me with.”) and continues through our childhood and into our adulthood.

And, let’s face it, it is also infinitely much easier for us to simply walk away from those people who have committed some sin. I mean, why not? Here I am living, essentially, a sinless life so why should I put up with people who are clear sinners? They will only hold me back. Plus, there is that whole “guilt by association” thing. Yes, much easier to simply go my own way and avoid sinners altogether.

But, as you know, there is a problem. A huge problem. And the problem is Jesus. Yes, Jesus – the Christ. The Son of God. He can be so inconvenient.

Granted, there are some things that Jesus says or does that confuse us and have difficult meanings – I have to “hate” my whole family? Really?

But this whole area of forgiveness of sinners is pretty straightforward. Not a whole lot to confuse there.
Much to the chagrin of religious leaders, Jesus hung out with, ate with, traveled with, and talked with any number of sinners. To make matters worse, He actually forgave them. Some of His last words from the cross as He hung there dying for our sins were to issue personal forgiveness to one of the thieves and then corporal forgiveness for everyone else.

See what I mean? Jesus can be such a pain. I get along fine just being your average run-of-the-mill church-going Christian. But Jesus asks for more. He sets a stretch goal for us to be better than we are.

How many times should you forgive? Seventy seven times.

Who should you forgive? Everyone.

As I’ve been thinking about sin and, subsequently, forgiveness, I’ve returned to the Gospel of John. The particular story (John 8:1-11) I’ve gravitated toward is the one of the young lady caught up in an adulterous act. The men of the town seize her, drag her in front of Jesus and prepare to stone her.

As always, they are setting Jesus up because the scriptures are clear here. She has committed adultery. It’s one of the top 10 “Thou Shalt Nots.” And, as with most failures of this nature, the punishment is stoning – to death.

So what does Jesus do? He fiddles. Draws in the sand. Thinks about the situation. And simply says: “Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.”

What are you going to do? You have a rock in your hand and you are prepared to use it and then Jesus goes and says something like that? Well, that’s not fair. She has committed a heinous sin. She should be punished – harshly. She should be made an example of (we’ve always enjoyed making examples of other people). It’s the law -- God's Law.

What are you going to do? Jesus has asked you to go beyond. So. . .you drop your rock and move along.

But now is when she is going to get it, right? Straight from the mouth of the Son of God. Condemnation by the Son of Man Himself. This will be awesome. But, no, frustratingly, He doesn’t do that. He simply looks at her and says: “Go now and leave your life of sin.”

That’s it. No recriminations. No condemnations to hell. No fire and brimstone. No bringing down the wrath of the Almighty. No lashes. No beatings. Just a simple command and a simple act of forgiveness.

God never said it was going to be easy. As a matter of fact, Jesus made it pretty clear to His disciples that their lives were going to be pretty much a living nightmare. Why? Because He was determined to take His rag-tag band of followers and turn the world upside down.

Where I would condemn. Jesus demands forgiveness.

It’s hard, no question. But that’s what we’re asked – commanded – by Jesus to do. It’s why He died on the cross – to die for our – yours and mine – sins.

As people I know and love fall short of the glory of God, my attitude should be one of forgiveness coupled with a heavy dose of understanding and love (there is that whole “love everyone” deal that Jesus likes to say all the time).

What the sinner needs, and Jesus knew this, are people to help him get back on the path. We are the light. I am the light powered by the Holy Spirit.

Lord knows I’m trying.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Peter's Failure? Or A Challenge to All of Us?

One of the  many reasons scripture provides me with a strong foundation is that it never changes. It’s a rock.
No matter how many translations it goes through, Biblical scripture remains as is.

“In the beginning. . .” is “In the beginning. . .” whether it’s NIV or KJV or RSV or NRSV or whatever other alphabetical translation you may have.

What does change is our approach to it.

As we live our lives, grow older, make our way down life’s path, scripture that once had no meaning suddenly has much meaning and scripture that once meant everything now means less.

The actual scripture has not changed but our life’s experiences have altered the way we view and react to scripture.

There are several examples of this for me but one in particular stands out. It’s one of my favorite passages of scripture (Matthew 14:22-33). Here’s the story. . .

Jesus was tired so he sent the disciples away and went to the mountain and prayed.

The disciples were hanging out in their boat in the middle of the sea when a storm blew up. It was dark and the boat was being tossed about. No doubt it was a scary moment – especially for the non-fishermen of the group.

On top of all that, they are straining to see the shore when suddenly they see what they think is a ghost. Seriously? They are dealing with a life-threatening storm in the middle of the night in the middle of the sea and now they are being haunted? Turns out the “ghost” is Jesus and, yes, He is walking along on the water. Just strolling out to meet the fellas.

Peter, being the Peter we all know and love, tells the apparition that if He is indeed Jesus, to call him out to Him. So, He does. Jesus calls to Peter.

Peter steps out onto the water and begins walking toward Jesus. Then in the midst of the storm, Peter looks around and realizes that he’s walking on water and begins to sink.

He reaches out to Jesus, who grabs him and helps him into the boat.

Jesus says, “O ye of little faith.”

Then the storm ends. And the disciples are awestruck in the presence of the living Christ.

This is a great story and one used during my early days as an example of how dumb Peter was and how we should not lose our faith like Peter did. How in the world could Peter have lost the faith when the living Christ was standing right in front of him?

“O ye of little faith.”

It’s that phrase. It’s that little admonishment from Jesus that is painful. How do you think he said it? Angrily? Matter of factly? Sarcastically?

Not one of us wants to be accused by Jesus, of all people, of having “little faith.” No way. We are members of the Big Faith. Just ask us.

I was told that my faith should not be shaken by life’s storms and that Peter’s failure was a lesson to me to remember that Christ is always right in front of me. That He’s always there. That I shouldn’t be afraid. Peter had a crisis of faith – a crisis I should learn from and understand.

There’s some truth to that point of view, of course. Jesus is always with us. He’s always in front of us, reaching out. And, like Peter, it is easy to forget this truth when confronted with life’s storms.

But experience has taught me that what Peter experienced was not failure but an incredible act of bravery.

Let’s face it, who in the heck climbs out of a perfectly good boat onto the stormy seas out of an act of pure faith? You? Me?

How many times have we chosen to stay in the boat? How many times have I chosen the safety of the boat when what was needed was for me to step out?

It’s easy in the boat. It’s dry in the boat. It’s safe in the boat.

It’s what we’ve always done – in the boat. I’m  not prepared to leave the boat. I don’t have the necessary gifts to step outside the boat. It’s scary outside the boat.

If I step outside the boat, I don’t know what will happen.

To my mind, the question of this scripture is not “Why did Peter step outside of the boat?” but “Why didn’t the other disciples step outside the boat with Peter?”

Yes, Peter experienced a crisis of faith, but he experienced it because he chose to step out of the boat on faith. He was willing to meet Jesus in the midst of the storm. He was willing to step beyond his comfort zone to experience the true living Christ.

As I’ve thought and studied more on this particular passage of scripture, it has become a benchmark for me. Want to experience the true and living Christ? Then you must step out to meet Him. Get out of the boat.

And remember, if you do begin to sink, reach out for Christ – He’s always there.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Bobby Fischer: A Hero Lost


Trailer from the documentary Bobby Fischer Against the World (2011)

Bobby Fischer, World Chess Champion

It’s a difficult concept coming to grips with the realization that one of your heroes is really a crazy talking jack ass. Robert James Fischer, World Chess Champion, was one of my heroes. I was only 6 years old when Fischer defeated Spassky to win the World Chess Championship in 1972, but it was his inspiration and his games that were used to teach me and encourage me to play chess. My grandfather and I would sit at a little wooden chessboard he owned and which he subsequently gave me (I no longer have it having lost it when my attention to chess waned) and review and replay Fischer’s great triumph at Reykjavik, Iceland.

I was enamored with chess until later in my teens when video games and role playing games drew away my attention, but I still enjoy keeping up with it (quick. . .who is the current World Chess Champion?) and will occasionally take a glance at the New York Times’ chess column.

Despite my drift away from the game of kings, I still held resolute in my idolization of Fischer whose intellectual capacity seemingly had no limit. And, let’s face it, he took on and defeated the Russians at a time when we all wanted to defeat the Russians and stick their chess pomposity in their faces.

But as he grew older and more isolated, it became clearer that Fischer simply held views of the world that could not and should not be accepted. His anti-semitic rants. His anti-Christian rants. His anti-American rants. And, last but certainly not least, his unbelievable rant on 9.11.

My adoration of Fischer and my later disenchantment with him was confirmed once again as I read his most recent biography, Endgame, by Frank Brady and watched the Liz Garbus documentary, Bobby Fischer Against the World. Both capture the essence of Bobby Fischer and how mystifying it is to watch such a unique genius remove himself from the world and the game that he loved – all because of his rude behavior and offensive talk.

Fischer died in January 2008 at the age of 64 – the number of squares to be found on a chessboard.

Want to know more about Fischer? I would highly recommend Brady’s book, Garbus’ documentary and, if you really want to get into the 1972 match, the book Fischer vs. Spassky: The Chess Match of the Century by Svetozar Gligoric.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

An Open Letter to Customer Service Professionals

An Open Letter to Customer Service Professionals,



Ever since I returned from Toronto via Delta Airlines several weeks ago, I have had the opportunity to interact either in person, on the phone or via computer chat a number of customer service professionals who represent companies as diverse as Delta Airlines, Best Buy, AT&T, DirecTV, LinkSys, Charter Communications, and BBVA Compass.


Because of these interactions, I’ve decided to make a series of recommendations that may be obvious to some but are clearly not obvious to many of you in the customer service field. Quick note: These are in no particular order but are considered to be of equal importance.


Please Listen to the Question Being Asked


This recommendation could be adjusted by removing the words "to the Question Being Asked" and still be true. In any event, this seems like an obvious request, but I would be hard-pressed to tell you the number of times I spoke on the phone with a customer service professional who would not allow me to finish my question or my description of the problem before offering a solution or trying to sell me an upgrade. My guess is there are certain words that trigger scripted responses. As a result we waste a lot of time going down dead-ends.


Please Be Patient


While he was trying his best not to show it, I could tell the young man from Linksys was getting more and more frustrated. It was late at night. My router was not working properly. And nothing this guy had me do was fixing the problem – constant drops of my internet connection. After about an hour and a half, we tried one more solution and when I told him it didn’t work, he hung up on me. I understand the idea of trying to get a resolution to a customer issue as quickly as possible, but there has to be some understanding that if you show patience and resolve the issue at that moment, you have, in the long run, saved time.


Please Be Sympathetic


I suppose I could substitute the word “be” with the verb “act” because actually asking you to be sympathetic might be asking too much. I would give kudos here to the AT&T lady who patiently walked me through the process of installing my AT&T DSL service. She was patient. She was sympathetic. At the opposite end of this spectrum would be Delta. For those of us who travel regularly, we understand stuff happens – weather issues, mechanical issues, etc. However, my flight from Toronto was one of those travel days where everything that could go wrong did go wrong. And how did Delta handle it? Beyond poorly. Each customer service rep I spoke with unhelpful, and it was patently clear that they simply did not care. For all intents and purposes, Delta left my companions and me stranded in Atlanta with no realistic way to get to Birmingham. Granted, there may not have been anything that the Delta agents could actually do to resolve the issues facing all of us, but they could at least act like they cared.



Please Allow Me to Make Suggestions


After finally being liberated from Charter Communications (television and internet), which boasts some of the worst customer service on the planet (edged out only by Delta Airlines), I was pleased to be moving to DirecTV. While there’s been no single overwhelming issue to resolve, I have found myself on the phone a lot with DirecTV customer service. Illustrative of this particular recommendation, I was connecting an HD-DVR to my television with the help of a customer service rep on the phone. As we walked through each step, it was clear that she was following a specific script. Each suggestion I made was not acknowledged and I was asked to simply follow the next instruction. At the end of the session, the DVR was not working properly but I was told that our time together had come to an end and that I should go to the website for more direction if needed.


Please Do What You Say You Will Do

After all the folderol of trying to connect to my new router or use my new DVR or trying to collect my lost luggage or getting my computer fixed, virtually every customer service rep I spoke with promised me some sort of follow up either by phone or email. My own unscientific observation would be that these promises actually are fulfilled about 70% of the time. Not horrible but not great either. I would offer kudos to DirecTV here who follow-up so much as to border on annoying. At the other end of the spectrum, again, is Delta who said they would deliver my lost luggage to my home. Let’s just say that if I had not decided to simply drive to the airport and find my suitcase, the luggage would still be sitting in the Delta office gathering dust.


Please Know That I Am Not Lying


Honestly, this is one of the stranger recommendations. I’m not trying to hurt your feelings but I promise you that I don’t call customer service reps just to kill time. As was often the case, my cable service being delivered by Charter Communications ceased functioning on some random Sunday. I called and asked a young man when the service would be restored. He let me know that there was no outage in my area. I let him know that none of my televisions was getting service and it was clear that there was indeed an outage. Again, I was told there was no outage in my area. After about 10 minutes of this mind-numbing back and forth, his computer screen updated and – lo and behold – there was a reported outage in my area. When I asked my original question: When will it be fixed?, I was told that they did not give out that type of information and was there anything else he could do to help me. This happened to me not once – but twice. I kid you not.


I appreciate your review of these recommendations. I know we can’t all be perfect and I know stuff happens, but I am a good customer who is only looking for good customer service. Let’s face it – competition is too aggressive for me to have to put up with being treated poorly.


Sincerely,




Bret Pippen

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

"Dear Sidewalk. . ." An Open Letter to the Sidewalk Film Festival

Dear Sidewalk Film Festival,


Thank you so much for yet another fantastic weekend of films. I was delighted to watch eight documentaries over the two-day period. Plus, there was the fun of being surrounded by like-minded folks who love film, love talking about film and love nothing more than to be in a darkened movie theater watching movies.

I don’t know that I really had a favorite this year but the most surprising documentary for me had to be Where Soldiers Come From. I honestly didn’t know what to expect and it went way above those limited expectations. It reminded me of The Deer Hunter, except, you know, without the Russian Roulette.

However, Sidewalk, I have to admit, I am worried. I am worried that in the afterglow of such a wonderful 13th year, you will be tempted to over indulge. To gorge yourself on your success and lose sight of what makes you so wonderful year after year. I worry because I watched this very thing happen with another good friend of mine – City Stages. It was devastating to watch helplessly as City Stages slowly but surely moved away from what made it special so that it simply collapsed under the weight of its own excess.

It was just three short years ago that you were all about films all the time (and, yes, the terrific parties). Then last year you decided to experiment with some sideline entertainment and a food vendor or two. It was an okay effort but nothing to crow about and even I criticized the food vendors for being non-existent around noon on a Saturday.

But this year the whole “sideline” idea was taken to another level with the introduction of Sidewalk Central – an area carved out specifically for music and food. I enjoyed myself to a certain extent, although I have to say I am always amazed at food vendors who set up shop at these types of events and run out of food. But even as I enjoyed myself, I found myself disturbed by the notion that I was being drawn away from the real reason I attended Sidewalk – to see movies.

As you know, that’s what you are all about, really. A great way for film lovers to get together with filmmakers and others to enjoy documentaries, narratives, shorts, and animation in intimate environs. Your strength comes from the knowledge that you are focused on one thing and one thing only – film.

My concern is that you have been tempted to stray from this focus and to dabble in musical acts and food vendors. I am asking you to please stay focused on what it is that makes you special – to me and others. Love of film. Don’t get distracted by the siren call of a musical stage or too many food vendors or monkeys riding pigs (okay, I’ll be honest, I would probably drop in to see that).

Right now, it’s just a small worry but it’s one that I felt compelled to bring to your attention. I think you’re great, Sidewalk, and I humbly ask the you stay true to who you are. All about film. All the time.

Sincerely,

Bret Pippen
Film Fan

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Beyond Superman: What Can We Do About Public Education?

At the end of Waiting for Superman, I found myself sad and angry. Here we are living in the greatest country in the world where opportunities are boundless and, yet, so many children are being left behind by the state of our public education system.

By focusing on specific students in areas such as Los Angeles and Washington, D.C., Waiting for Superman brings into sharp relief an unintentional caste system in this country. If you happen to be born in a horrible school district in the United States and are not randomly picked to move to a better school, you are stuck in a cycle that is practically impossible to escape.


Now, let’s take those statistics down another level. I live in Alabama. Of the 50 states in the union, we rank near the bottom in practically every statistical educational category. And, frankly, we don’t care. If we did, we would do something about it.


The most recent bit of evidence for this lack of caring occurred just recently. Waving the banner of states’ rights and using fear of governmental intervention as its mantra, our state walked away from millions of dollars of government funding for education when we decided to essentially drop out of the Obama administration’s Race to the Top. The story as linked below is a microcosm of the challenges of educating our children – ineffective governmental agencies versus the selfish interests of an incredibly powerful teacher’s union.

http://blog.al.com/wire/2010/09/alabamas_poor_race_to_the_top.html


Interestingly, the federal government, state government and teacher’s unions all seem to agree on two key principles:


  • The state of American public education is poor and needs to be improved.
  • Collaboration among all of those groups is required if there is to be any improvement whatsoever.
I have always been a passionate defender of quality education because I see it as key to ending the cycle of poverty and joblessness that have crippled and continue to cripple this great state.


And, on a more personal note, I have two children in the public educational system – a 13-year-old in junior high school and a 17-year-old in high school. The blessing here is that we are in one of the best school systems in the state.


The first thing you learn as you research improving public education is that there truly is no silver bullet. Every now and again, prominent research will be trotted out that touts this or that as the answer to our public education woes. And, I believe, Waiting for Superman falls into this trap somewhat by putting all of its eggs into the Charter School basket. It’s something worth trying, but it’s not the whole answer.


As with many complicated questions, there are complicated answers. Such is the case with improving public education. Rather than a single silver bullet, it is going to take a combination of many different tactics to achieve the overall goal of improving public education in this country.


The challenge in moving forward with any education reform is that people disagree on the tactics. In looking at the dizzying number of ideas around education reform, I’ve attempted to narrow those tactics I see cited most often as keys to improving public education:


The Teacher
Really, is there anyone more central to this whole idea? And, yet so central to many of the controversies surrounding education reform. Teacher accountability. Teacher testing. Teacher tenure. Teacher salaries. Teacher unions. Let’s just say this: Good teachers should be rewarded with higher pay and tenure. Bad teachers should be fired.


Here are two teacher-related links you may interested in:
http://www.newsweek.com/2010/03/05/why-we-must-fire-bad-teachers.html


http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/23/magazine/23Race-t.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&sq=teachers&st=nyt&scp=1


School Calendar
If you look at the other 30 developed countries, especially the Asian cultures, you will find that their students go to school for longer periods of time than our students do. I know we all have romantic notions of childhood summers, but we live in a different, more competitive world and we need to act like it. We need to take an unemotional look at lengthening the school year.


Interesting link from Newsweek on lengthening the school year:
http://www.newsweek.com/2010/09/27/obama-calls-for-a-longer-school-year.html


School Day
This tactic is similar to the school calendar issue. In the other developed countries the school day is longer. It’s something we should examine seriously. Charter schools are doing this now and are finding success with a longer day. However, like most of the tactics discussed here, it is requisite that a longer school day be coupled with improvements in other areas. What’s the purpose of a longer school day if it is lead by a bad teacher?


Interesting links on lengthening the school day:
http://articles.cnn.com/2010-03-16/opinion/feinberg.longer.schoolday_1_kipp-academy-public-charter-schools-kipp-schools?_s=PM:OPINION


http://dailycaller.com/2010/07/28/education-secretary-calls-for-12-hour-school-days-longer-school-years/


Funding
It’s an easy answer. Got an education problem? Let’s throw money at it. The problem here is that we have been throwing money at it. As a matter of fact, our per student spending as a country has increased over the years while our scores continue to languish. It’s like pouring money into an old car that won’t run. At some point, you need to step back and see what you’re paying for.


Interesting links regarding per student spending:
http://scorecard.cfed.org/education.php?page=access_to_quality_k12_education#_edn2


http://www.alsde.edu/general/quick_facts.pdf


Parental Involvement
For a period of time, my daughters attended Jefferson County public schools. We attended every parent function and we were one of the few. When we would talk to other parents about their children and the school, the answer was often this: “When my child is at school, that’s the school’s problem. Let them do their job.” When we moved to the Mountain Brook School System, there was a clear culture shift. I think it would be fair to say that Mountain Brook parents are almost too involved with their children’s education. However, they know what we all know – an excellent education is the key to success. I’ll be frank. . .I have no idea how to force parents to care about their children’s education other than to educate those children so they understand the importance of education and get involved with their children.


Information on the National Coalition for Parental Involvement in Education:
http://www.ncpie.org/


Core Curriculum
This is standard practice at colleges and universities so I’m not sure why this is so controversial in our public secondary schools. The basic idea is that there are core courses that every high school student in the country must take. This ensures that they are prepared for college and that if they move, they know what to expect at their next school. The good news here for Alabama is that we actually may adopt this.


Information on the national push for a Core Curriculum:
http://blog.al.com/breaking/2010/11/local_school_board_officials_b.html


http://www.corestandards.org/


Classroom Size
Studies have show that the smaller the number of students in the classroom, the better the education of the student. Why? Because it allows the teacher to focus on teaching. Teachers should not be asked to maintain discipline in a classroom with 30+ students. It’s just not feasible. Good teachers get burned out. Bad teachers just give up. Students suffer. This is why advanced classes tend to work so well. By their very nature, they tend to be smaller, get the best teachers and focus all efforts on the students.


A document on the class size debate:
http://epi.3cdn.net/543d57e139a7bcc422_vnm6b5tkc.pdf


Student Motivation
Most recently, it’s been suggested that students are the real problem with education. More specifically, it’s unmotivated students. My hope is that this argument doesn’t take root because it would seem to me that we are blaming the very people we are being charged with helping. The question becomes this: Why are they unmotivated? Parent apathy? Poor teachers? Not sure, but let’s do everything we can to improve the student’s environment before blaming the student.


An article on unmotivated students:
http://www.newsweek.com/2010/09/06/school-reform-and-student-motivation.html


Let it be written clearly: I am no public education expert. I have not been trained in education. I grew up in rural Courtland, Alabama, and went to private Christian schools through the 7th grade. I entered the public school system in 8th grade when I started in the Decatur, Alabama, public school system and graduated from Decatur High School.


My love for education was instilled in me by my parents, great teachers (shout out to Mrs. Felts and Mrs. Lacy), and my scary smart friends. All pushed me to work harder and try harder.


Now that my children are in the public school system, I have taken an even more active role in the state of public education. What Waiting for Superman did was wake me up to the fact that we live in a country where kids who understand the importance of a better education are not given that opportunity. And that’s just wrong.


Whether you agree with what I’ve written or what Waiting for Superman has to say, the charge to you can be boiled down to two words: Get Involved.


Here’s a link from the Waiting for Superman site on some ways you can get involved:
http://www.waitingforsuperman.com/action/page/what-you-can-do

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