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Last summer at the ChildLight USA conference, we were very privileged to hear contemporary artist Makoto Fujimura speak.  His topic was “Culture Care.”  The idea was new and fascinating to me then, and over the last few months my mind has been swirling around it.  Soon after that lecture, I decided that I would try begin to engage the mainstream education culture in conversation about reform.  I dusted off my Twitter account (of which, I must confess, I had never really understood the value) and began following the movers and shakers.  This showed some initial promise, as I was actually able to have a brief conversation with Diane Ravitch, who tweeted to me that she had discovered the writings of Charlotte Mason in the British Library and really liked her.  New confidence! I began entering conversations with teachers and representatives from the NEA, who, I found, were mostly very angry.

Having spent time in their shoes as a public school teacher, I understood what they were feeling: frustration at the de-professionalization of the careers they had poured themselves into, pain for the children who are being ill-served by the testing culture, anger at bureaucrats who make presumptuous laws that do not serve students, and rawness from being made to feel like failures and self-serving monsters by the media.  I felt compassion for these teachers, and although tweeting can be a bit like shouting into the wind, I thought I saw a glimmer of hope that just maybe I could make a difference.  But then, one afternoon as I was talking with a delightful gentleman about what was working in his school and I shared that I had started a private school to have the freedom to try new things, someone re-tweeted me with the hash tag #edshame.  And that was it.  I was done, content to let all those angry people continue to shout and duke it out among themselves.

Now, in looking back on this experience, I see that this attempt was a bit naïve.  Relationships are very difficult to build in 140 characters or less, and everyone yelling their opinions at the same time cannot solve complex problems.  But my mind is still chewing on Mako’s charge to resist the language of ideological war in favor of the language of culture care—to think upon and create things that are good, true, and beautiful in order to re-humanize our culture—to approach problems in education with hope and empathy instead of cynicism and hostility—to engage the culture rather than withdraw from it.  And while Twitter may eventually play some role in that, I do not think it was the appropriate place from which to launch such an endeavor.

There are several organizations that I believe are doing a wonderful job engaging and caring for the culture in a way that honors God.  One is the International Arts Movement, of which Mako spoke in his lecture.  Another is the Relationships Foundation in the UK, which seeks to build community and engage politics on issues of social justice in a relational way.  A third organization is the Jubilee Centre, also in the UK.  Their book, Jubilee Manifesto: A Framework, Agenda, and Strategy for Christian Social Reform outlines relational ways to approach poverty, the economy, government, and crime.  (You may remember Jason Fletcher talking about these groups at the conference a few years ago.)  What these organizations have in common is that they begin from the same place: seeking biblical wisdom.  I am not talking here about sitting in judgment of the world or those they perceive to be responsible for problems.  I am talking about stripping away preconceptions and familiar, traditional practices and beginning from a point of honoring God by seeking His way and honoring His Image-bearers.  I think this is precisely what Charlotte Mason did in her day, and it is exactly what the field of education needs today.

Mason did engage her culture.  She wrote letters to the Times.  She gave lectures.  She wrote books.  She inspired people, and then she organized them to action.  She contemplated the ideas of others and weighed in on them, but she did it with radical gentleness and respect, even in the midst of conflict.  Her approach was invitational rather than confrontational.  In his lecture, Mako said that, if you care about your garden, you must cultivate it daily.  Mason faithfully cultivated her own little garden, but she did not advocate the life of the ascetic; she continued to engage—and influence—the wider culture.

There is no doubt that the present culture of education needs care.  It needs the language of wisdom, compassion, and commonality instead of the language of ideological war.  It needs grace and mercy instead of blame.  It needs people to think on and create what is good, true, and beautiful in order to re-humanize it.  As Mako said in his lecture, change will not happen overnight; this is “generational work,” but it can begin, here and now, with us.

© Jennifer Spencer 2012

Jen is the director and lead teacher at Willow Tree Community School in Boiling Springs, NC.  To find out more or to read her weekly blog, please visit www.wtcschool.org.

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“Sun, moon, and stars, by day and night,

At God’s commandment give us light;

And when we wake, and while we sleep,

Their watch, like guardian angels, keep

The bright blue sky above our head,

The soft green earth on which we tread,

The ocean rolling round the land,

Were made by God’s almighty hand.

Sweet flowers that hill and dale adorn,

Far fruit trees fields of grass and corn,

The clouds that rise, the showers that fall,

The winds that blow—God sent them all.

The beasts that graze with downward eye,

The birds that perch, and sing, and fly,

The fishes swimming in the sea,

God’s creatures are as well as we.

But us He formed for better things,

As servants of the King of kings,

With lifted hands and open face,

And thankful heart to seek His grace.”

~Montgomery

“How All Things Praise the Lord”

from The Ambleside Geography Books- Book 1 by Charlotte M. Mason

I’m sitting in the Armitt library. It seems just a week ago that I stood up in the 2008 (or was it 2009?) ChildLight Conference and asked how to get here. At the time I thought I might come as an assistant to help digitize the archives. I was too young then to dare dream of being able to come all by myself. And yet, that’s exactly what I’ve done. I’ve worked who knows how many different minor positions at a small TV station near Covenant, nannyed, and gratefully accepted generous gifts to fund my adventure. After five weeks of studying at Oxford, I packed my bags, put them on a train, and managed to find my way to Stepping Stones, Under Loughrigg. And today, through the rain and “under my own steam,” I adventured to the upper floor of the Armitt to this high backed wooden chair with a lovely portrait of Charlotte Maria Mason presiding fifteen feet to my left.

I came to this lovely place with several goals:

1)    This is my pilgrimage. I was raised by parents who lived CM before they even knew her name, then at dear Perimeter, a CM school. In high school I helped teach Nature Study at Perimeter School and learned about ChildLight USA. Now I’m at Covenant College and have sat under the teaching of Dr. Beckman. I want to teach and someday raise a great big family: both using CM’s ideas and methodologies. But this—this week in Ambleside and this afternoon at the Armitt—is a light post in my Mason-ness. At my first ChildLightUSA conference I realized that I was joining a club of sorts; maybe I should call it a family. And I realized shortly thereafter that I was looking forward to coming here someday and soaking in all the beauty that was so special to Charlotte (I confess, I usually call her Charlotte because I feel like we are nothing but the oldest and dearest of friends). And, someday, maybe when I’m teaching, maybe when I’m explaining nature study to my firstborn, or maybe when I’m struggling through my oh-so-distant-and-yet-greatly-desired doctorate, I’ll look back to this light post. It’s a light post of Mason-ness (I traced her name with my finger on the stone outside the Armitt when I first walked into town yesterday), but it’s also a light post of God’s faithfulness and a dream come true—each in far to many ways to explain.

2)    I wanted to take a closer peek at Mason and literature. I’m an English major, and exposing young children to living books is very important to me. I knew it was to her, too, (obviously with a phrase like “living books”), but I haven’t had much of a chance to explore her ideas about literature in “non-literary” disciplines like math or science. Lo and behold, I walk into the Armitt today, and the first book I pulled off the shelf was Mason’s first book on elementary geography. And Lesson One was the poem above, setting the tone and focus of the whole subject: “The earth is the Lord’s and everything in it, the world and all who live in it” (Psalm 24:1). In fact, the whole book is smattered with poetry! These aren’t simple rhymes, either but rather rich poems by the likes of Shakespeare and Coleridge (I must note that poetry is scarcer in the latter books of the series, but of course by then students will have grown in their attention to the subject of geography itself, their appetites whetted by the savory nature of the poetic word).

3)    I wanted to walk and paint as Charlotte and her students did. It’s been breathtaking to walk on, along, and by the fells in both sunshine and rain. The way the clouds settle low reminds me so much of Lookout Mountain. I found a lily pond on Loughrigg Fell, the most fascinating white flowered succulent-like moss along a stone wall, Ent-trees in the fields, raspberries along the lane, and little springs and becks practically at every step. I painted some foxglove I found along Under Loughrigg, Stepping Stones where I’m staying, and my view of the fells over the pasture. I don’t feel like my work compares to the beauty of the nature studies I saw in the Armitt today, but they offer inspiration and joy that Mason-ites before me have learned and grown even as I am trying to do.

On the very first day of our very first ChildLightUSA Conference, Mom and I stumbled into Carroll Smith’s office and saw hanging by his desk a large rubbing of Charlotte’s gravestone. At the time, I wasn’t sure what to make of this. What kind of group was this, anyway? I visited Charlotte’s grave today. I sat at her feet (literally and metaphorically, I suppose) for a long time. Charlotte went to be with Jesus 68 years before I was born, yet she has had a profound impact on my life. Her wisdom and godliness rubbed off on a long chain of folks leading to it rubbing off on me. What a legacy! I feel like I know her. I certainly admire her. It was a long time ago that I was puzzled by Dr. Smith’s rubbing of her gravestone and nearly as long since I ceased to be quite so puzzled, but today I wished I had brought a large piece of paper and a crayon so I could have made my own rubbing.

I’m thankful for Charlotte: for her work, her legacy, and her faith. I’m thankful that I was raised in her shadow: that, because of her work, my teachers viewed children as persons. I’m thankful to walk in her footsteps: in Ambleside as I explored the place that inspired her, as well as at home where I seek to be like her when I teach or nanny. And I’m thankful that there are others who are living and learning as well: we are a community of people who admire Charlotte, but, even more, a community who seeks to reflect the love of Christ in the way we design and “do” education.

© 2012 HollyAnne Dobbins

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