Crotts in Nigeria

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As a teacher of twenty years, I have a unique position of witnessing former students doing amazing things.  I am humbled by the fact that I crossed paths with these outstanding individuals.

Today, I have permission to share one of their stories with you.

When Caleb was in high school his plan was to become a medical doctor.  He would have been an amazing physician.


Caleb’s senior year. He’s second row, first guy from the left. Picture from personal files.

However, God tugged his heart in a new direction and shortly before his college freshman year would have begun, he started a different journey.  One that lead to meeting his wife, Mandolyn. And now, at the tender age of 25 (I think I have my math right), they are serving God together in Nigeria.

They are teachers at Grace Garden in Jos, Nigeria.  I want the video to tell most of their story to you because it does it so well, and it shows you their hearts in a way that I could never do justice. {link at the bottom of this post}

What I do want to say is that their story burdens my heart with an urgency I’m not sure I’ve encountered before. I have no way of adding explanation to that statement.  I just know I’m supposed to do more somehow.

Crotts in Nigeria

Literature Life of an English Teacher

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When I created this schedule of posts, I thought the second Wednesday would be easy. How difficult would it be for me to post something about literature. . .I mean, I am an English teacher.

But it’s tough sometimes.

Especially since the school year has begun again.

I could write about what we’re studying in my sophomore English classes these days (archetypes in traditional literature–think Gilgamesh and Bible). Or I could write about the last book for Between the Covers (And the Mountains Echoed–but it taxed my brain). I guess I could write about how we’re trying to think of something more light hearted and uplifting for this next month (maybe Garden Spells).

But I’m not feeling very inspired by any of that. Which is slightly sad (how do you like that alliteration).

So the paradox is despite the fact that I’m surrounded by literature, I can think of nothing to write about for this post.  Nada.  Zilch.  I have the dreaded writer’s block.

I guess I’ll go grade some more papers.