Thursday, March 17, 2016

Public School and Living a Meaningful Life

I have such a desire to express angry feelings about the public school system. I want to rant and rave and yell about it. But I'm not going to do that. Anger just makes me weary. I do have things that I struggle with about it though.
At public school, I don't feel like I'm a human being. I feel like just another number. They really do give us numbers, in fact. Since the 1st grade I've had a number. We are told to memorize them, and identify ourselves by them at lunch time and in the library.

My name is Dallin Ward, and my number is 16054.
I am a member of the public school system.
Another future worker in the labor force of America.
I am not expected to understand, only to memorize.
I am expected to test well.
Tardiness and absence are never excused;
The school has got to get its money from somewhere.
They think that the way to teach children is to:
Sit them in desks for 8 hours.
Keep them quiet.
Teach them all the same lesson, all the same way.
Test them regularly with standardized tests.
Put students who just don't learn their way into, "Special Ed."
Give them even more work to do after 8 straight hours of schooling.
Keep them indoors.
Limit their recess time.
Creativity is seldom praised;
Work is based on performance only.
Effort means very little.
Students with hard lives outside of school -
Aren't taught how to overcome those things. 
Tough luck, huh kid?

Where is the part about love? Where is the part about vulnerability and openness and humanity?
Where did those things go?
"Yeah well, about the number thing, as the schools get larger, it's necessary for knowing who is who and billing purposes in the office and thing like that, and there's also.."
Yeah, I know, I get it. I understand why the numbers are a thing and why they are helpful. They really do make things more efficient. Let me phrase it this way:

To the parents of publicly schooled children, 
Do you really want your child to spend their most impressionable and formative years in a place where they are locked in a room for most of the day, and where they are taught by people who are too busy to know them as more than just another student among the masses? Of course this isn't always the case, but oftentimes it really is. Is that what you want them to know? Where is the part about living a happy and meaningful life? Where is the part about feeling fulfilled and loved and connected? Who will be there to tell them that they are important and worthwhile?
What did you do when you came home to your family last night? Did you turn on the TV? How about spend a couple hours on your phone? What were your children doing? Do they know that you love them? Do you actively do things to tell them that they matter to you? If you don't, shame on you. Yeah, I'm calling it. You are actively being a poor parent because you are too afraid to reach out to your very own children. I don't care how tired you are. They need your love. And if it's all you can do to give them a hug or read them a story, do it. Just do something. 
Are you working too much to spend any time with your family? Stop it. Cut your expenses, and work less. If your television costs you money to run, sell it. Is it really that important? If your smartphone is costing you too much money to take time off work, downgrade to a dumbphone. If you are going out to eat at the expense of needed time and money for your children, stop it. Make your meals at home. For their sake, teach your children how to cook! If your computer is distracting you from your family, get rid of it. Cut your internet if you have to. If you have debt that weighs you down, pay it off. Your children need you. 
Where else are they going to learn how to live a meaningful life?
"But my life isn't meaningful. How can I teach them something I don't know?" 
Well, you have to learn. Start with these books:


Read them one by one, and take notes. Don't rush it, but be constant. Don't stop. Keep moving forward! You can do this. It will take courage and you will really really hurt at times. There will be painful realizations, but you will overcome with consistent effort. 
You will live a meaningful life, and you can teach your children how to as well. They need you. Where else are they going to learn lessons like this? 
If you're more of a blog kind of person, here's a few blogs to follow that will help you live more meaningfully.


To the children of the parents: don't think that you're a victim. You're not. If you want more meaning in your life, you need same thing as your parents. Educate yourself. If you want a good education, you're going to have to look to more than your public school. You will not be taught the right things there to live a happy life. Spend more time with your family. Open your heart, and allow yourself to be loved. It's going to be painful, I promise. Do it anyway. Your parents need you.

That's it for now. 
Love,
Dallin

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Words From the Heart

Upon the death of his father, a wise man once wrote:
And upon these I write the things of my soul, and many of the scriptures which are engraven upon the plates of brass. For my soul delighteth in the scriptures, and my heart pondereth them, and writeth them for the learning and the profit of my children.
Behold, my soul delighteth in the things of the Lord; and my heart pondereth continually upon the things which I have seen and heard.
Nevertheless, notwithstanding the great goodness of the Lord, in showing me his great and marvelous works, my heart exclaimeth:
O wretched man that I am! Yea, my heart sorroweth because of my flesh; my soul grieveth because of mine iniquities.

I am encompassed about, because of the temptations and the sins which do so easily beset me.
And when I desire to rejoice, my heart groaneth because of my sins; nevertheless, I know in whom I have trusted.
My God hath been my support; he hath led me through mine afflictions in the wilderness; and he hath preserved me upon the waters of the great deep.
He hath filled me with his love, even unto the consuming of my flesh.He hath confounded mine enemies, unto the causing of them to quake before me.
Behold, he hath heard my cry by day, and he hath given me knowledge by visions in the night-time.
And by day have I waxed bold in mighty prayer before him; yea, my voice have I sent up on high; and angels came down and ministered unto me.
And upon the wings of his Spirit hath my body beencarried away upon exceedingly high mountains. And mine eyes have beheld great things, yea, even too great for man; therefore I was bidden that I should not write them.
O then, if I have seen so great things, if the Lord in his condescension unto the children of men hath visited men in so much mercywhy should my heart weep and my soul linger in the valley of sorrow, and my flesh waste away, and my strength slacken, because of mine afflictions?
And why should I yield to sin, because of my flesh? Yea, why should I give way to temptations, that the evil one have place in my heart to destroy my peace and afflict my soul? Why am I angry because of mine enemy?
Awake, my soul! No longer droop in sin. Rejoice, O my heart, and give place no more for the enemy of my soul.Do not anger again because of mine enemies. Do not slacken my strength because of mine afflictions.
Rejoice, O my heart, and cry unto the Lord, and say: O Lord, I will praise thee forever; yea, my soul will rejoice in thee, my God, and the rock of my salvation.
O Lord, wilt thou redeem my soul? Wilt thou deliver me out of the hands of mine enemies? Wilt thou make me that I may shake at the appearance of sin?
May the gates of hell be shut continually before me, because that my heart is broken and my spirit is contrite! O Lord, wilt thou not shut the gates of thy righteousness before me, that I may walk in the path of the low valley, that I may be strict in the plain road!
O Lord, wilt thou encircle me around in the robe of thy righteousness! O Lord, wilt thou make a way for mine escape before mine enemies! Wilt thou make my path straight before me! Wilt thou not place a stumbling block in my way—but that thou wouldst clear my way before me, and hedge not up my way, but the ways of mine enemy.
O Lord, I have trusted in thee, and I will trust in thee forever. I will not put my trust in the arm of flesh; for I know that cursed is he that putteth his trust in the arm of flesh. Yea, cursed is he that putteth his trust in man or maketh flesh his arm.
Yea, I know that God will give liberally to him that asketh. Yea, my God will give me, if I ask not amiss; therefore I will lift up my voice unto thee; yea, I will cry unto thee, my God, the rock of my righteousness. Behold, my voice shall forever ascend up unto thee, my rock and mine everlasting God. Amen.
I don't want this to be a part of me. This... Blackness to become a part of my soul. I want none of it. 
Life is hard enough without also being sad.

Friday, March 11, 2016

You Are a Symbol - An Open Letter to Marco Rubio

Senator Rubio,
Last night during the debate you spoke about why you are still in the race. You said,
"Let me tell you what this election is about for me, and I get all the delegate math and all the debate, let me tell you what it's about for me. On Tuesday night, I didn't do as well obviously as I wanted to, and I was a little bit disappointed when I got home. And my wife told me a story that night, which is the reason why I can get up the next day and keep fighting. There's a gentleman here in south Florida who just got out of surgery, and his doctors told him he needs to be home resting. But every afternoon he takes his little aluminum chair and he sits outside of an early polling center and holds a sign that says, 'Marco Rubio' because for him I symbolize all the sacrifices that his generation made so their children could have a better life than themselves. That gentleman has not given up on me, and I am not going to give up on him. I am going to work tirelessly every single day because this election is too important. What's at stake is the future of this country, and I believe that at the end of this process this nation will make the right choice, because I've always believed that God has blessed America, that God's hand is upon this country, and that it's greatest days are yet to come."
Marco, that's brilliant! I applaud you on that quote, and the fact that you are such a symbol for people in America is outstanding; it comes with great responsibility.

Last night I was inspired by your words. I rewound and listened to it again so that I could really feel the power of your words. You really are a powerful speaker. This morning, as I thought about the debate and especially about this segment, the thought occurred to me, "Senator Rubio isn't going to give up on this man, but is he going to give up on me?"
I'll be honest with you, Marco, I'm a Cruz supporter, but I really like you as a human being. I believe that you're a smart man, a good man, and most importantly a God fearing man. For a while now I've hoped that you would get out of the race and support Cruz, because I see that as the most viable way to beat Trump, and I believe that beating Trump is very important for the freedom of the US. I believe that a Cruz-Rubio ticket would be incredibly powerful.
Senator, there are a lot of things I don't know, and I don't profess to have all the answers. I'm only 18 years old, and I just voted for the first time. I don't know why you're not dropping out. Some accuse you of being bitter, proud, and selfish. That might be true, but I don't think it is. I believe that you kneel down and pour your soul out to God every morning and every night. I believe that you knelt down in agony on Tuesday night and pleaded with God to know why you aren't succeeding. I believe that you are a man of God, and I cannot receive revelation from God for you. If God is telling you to stay in the race, by all means, do it!
I would like to pose a few questions that I don't profess to know the answers to, but that I believe you would do well to consider carefully.

1) Is staying in the race the best way for you to be that symbol of sacrifice for the next generation?

2) Are you really giving up on that man by dropping out of the race and supporting another God fearing candidate?

3) In turn, are you giving up on me by staying in the race and taking votes away from Cruz?

I wish you the best, man. I really do. May the Lord bless in you all things.

Respectfully,
Dallin Ward

Thursday, March 10, 2016

More Like Love

My dear friend,
I hope you've had a beautiful day. I really do.
Today I feel hurt. I feel broken and helpless. I've given so much and expended so much energy, and now I just feel tired. There is so much going on. Let's talk about it for a minute or two.
Since I was a small child I wanted to be a state champion wrestler. That was one of my great goals. I worked and sweat and bled and cried for it. I dreamed about it and talked to almost everyone who would listen. I studied and prayed and thought about it for years. I bought books and videos and even a mat for my basement. Anything I could think of to try and be better. Wrestling camps and early morning practices, meditation, yoga, etc. The list goes on. I even learned how to do a backflip after a coach told me to.
This year was my senior year - my last go. I never had won it yet. Twice I had taken 2nd, and once 3rd, but never won. Long story short, I took second - again. I never ever will be a state champion wrestler.
Oh the anguish of that statement!
Oh Lord, my soul cried. Please help me! I hurt so badly and I do not know what to do. 
Why, Lord? Why must I lose again? I just wanted to be a state champion. Just once. 
I just wanted to be successful. I wanted to be able to look my children in the eyes and one day tell them about the time that daddy won state. Tell them about the struggle and the pain and eventual triumph. I wanted to have a good story to tell. I wanted to win so that I could know what it was like. I wanted to win for my coaches. I wanted to win for my friends who came to watch. I wanted to wrestle and to win for God and for His glory. 

I fought this. I tried to tell myself that God has a plan and that I have to be patient and everything will work out. Not just this year, but in years past. The solution to the pain was always, "There is still next year. Keep training, keep working hard. You'll make it." 
I didn't make it.
And this year I have no next year. I have to deal with this pain or let it fester in my soul. 

Tonight I had a conversation with a friend who I've really wanted to talk with for a while, and I worked hard today so that I would have time to talk tonight. I wanted to talk about so many things, and state maybe as one of them. But I didn't get the feelings to come. Initially I felt great. I had just gotten some great things done, I felt awesome. But not long in, I just began to feel blank. Numb. Nothing. I didn't feel like I was putting my heart in the conversation, and I didn't know how to put it in. 
I just hurt. A lot. And I don't know how to deal with it. I want to cry but I don't really know how. I'm not very good at it. It doesn't seem to solve my problems. I wanted to open my heart and give voice to all my feelings, but I froze up, and didn't speak. 
Oh Lord, I hurt so much. I don't know what to do. I'm tired of trying to live by my own wisdom. I'm tired of trying to explain all the things that happen. Please help me to be more like You.
I submit myself to you. I give up. I'm a broken man. 
Please heal me. 
Carry my burdens, and guide me in the path that You want me to go. I give myself up to you. 
I cannot be whole without you in my life.

Ben Rector sings a song that describes how I feel tonight. He says, 

I used to think I wanted to be famous
I'd be recognized out in a crowd

But the funny thing is anytime I've gotten what I want
It lets me down 
But now I just wanna look more like love
I just wanna look more like love
This whole world is spinning crazy
And I can't quite keep up
It's the one thing around here
That we don't have quite enough of
So I just wanna look a little more
Like love 
I used to think I needed all the answers
I used to need to know that I was right
I used to be afraid of things I couldn't cover up
In black and white 
But I just wanna look more like love
I just wanna look more like love
This whole world is spinning crazy
And I can't quite keep up
It's the one thing around here
That we don't have quite enough of
So I just wanna look a little more
Like love
I find the farther that I climb
There's always another line
Of mountain tops
It's never going to stop
And the more of anything I do
The thing that always ends up true
Is getting what I want
Will never be enough 
So I just wanna look more like love
I just wanna look more like love
This whole world is spinning crazy
I can't quite keep up
It's the one thing around here
That we don't have quite enough of
So I just wanna look a little more
Like love
Like love

Before my state finals match I was talking with God about love. I was asking Him to teach me more about love. For so long the Devil has lied to me and tried to tell me that love is weak. I know that is false. Love is strong, for God is love. I asked Him to teach me how to be strong in love. Teach me how to love my opponent while I wrestle, and love what I'm doing, and be stronger because of it.

I don't know why I lost that match. So many things were going well for me to win it.
So be it.
I trust you, Lord. Show me the way. Please help me to be whole.
Love,
Dallin