I walked down the hallway, heading to the car. To my left, in the conference room, a math teacher was working equations on the white board. Two high school students were at a table, asking questions. It’s an after-school tutoring session. They want to understand, he wants to help.
To my right, from a classroom, came the sound of a piano. A student was picking out notes. In my mind, I could see the piano teacher, patiently listening, directing, correcting, approving. It happens over and over in that room, day after day, week after week.
I headed home. On the right, two little league fields. At the first one, a game. At the second one, one tall person tossing a baseball in the air, ten small people with huge gloves on their hands struggling to coordinate eyes looking up, arms held out, feet moving back.
On the left, coming toward me, seven motorcycles, all signaling a left turn with their left hand out. They may have been guys out for a ride, but there was a conformity of gesture that made me think that this was a practice ride of some sort.
Lots of people in lots of groups, all working to get better at basic skills. All getting coaching, having some people with more maturity helping those with less.
There isn’t pride among the coaches, the teachers, the mentors. In fact, there is a humility. They don’t need to review these basic skills for their own sake. They just understand that others won’t get it without help, without direction, without affirmation.
Solomon was clear about the value of learning:
Instruct a wise man and he will be wiser still;
teach a righteous man and he will add to his learning.
Am we humble enough to learn? Or to teach?
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