I am old enough to remember the dial-up sound when you wanted to get online and check your email. First the actual tone dialing of the number, then a series of twangs and whooshes, a gong sound, static, and then silence—you were finally connected. It seems so old-fashioned now, but it was one of the coolest things to hear. Today, I can touch an icon or app, and the connection is almost instant. What changed? It was the link by which the connection was being made.
I am a teacher. When I teach, I convey an idea or skill to another. As a teacher, it is my responsibility—nay, privilege to bring the information to the level of my student’s mind. While I could expound on all the wisdom I have gleaned in my years of teaching, it is not the most needful thing to remember. I am simply the link between a concept and a young mind. As with any conduit, what I am able to convey is only as good as the link itself. If I am rusty, the information and concept will not be clearly received. If I am out of date, so are my lessons and presentations.
At one end of the link, I must be connected to my source. I would be a fool to think I could teach anything in my own strength. My connection to my Savior must be strong and refreshed daily. I would be a simpleton to think that every lesson, every class, and every student are the same. My storehouse of knowledge must be organized and in ready use, and my goal must be to reach each of my students with the concept.
I am a teacher, and I love my task. However, in my role as a teacher, a link, my favorite sound to hear now is, “Oh! I get it!”
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Mrs. Chung grew up around the work of the ministry and now has the privilege to teach the third-grade class at the North Valley Baptist Schools. She and her husband faithfully teach young people and are a vital asset to the ministry of NVBC.