This title was brewing in my spirit all day, but from a different perspective (think recent apocalyptic prophecies and wild weather epidemics). However, the way I spent my last 2 hours was the icing on the proverbial cake. Just what was I doing, you might inquire? Teaching ALGEBRA to my 2nd grader for his homework sheet due TOMORROW. Eeeek!!! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhh!!! The end surely must be near…
“And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”
As if enduring the torture of working on a science fair project over several months of my adult life wasn’t penance enough (I guess it wasn’t), I had to face yet another one of my idiosyncratic hang-ups from the high school/college years: math phobia. Yes, I know I’ve worked at a bank for 8 years. Yes, I’ve finally learned to TRULY balance my checkbook within the past 2 years. Yes, I’m acutely aware that my God has a sense of humor second to none. See, I’ve always been the liberal artsy type – the KHS TV/Radio Club President (geez, I’m dating myself – that was in the early 90s…before the term “media” became savvy), the show choir song ‘n’ dance gal, the Speech Communications major extraordinaire, the one whose “gift of gab” helped get her outta many a sticky situation.
Yet, here I sat at MY kitchen table with MY child, reviewing math concepts his teacher had just introduced today: finding missing numbers. Like I’m some expert on unknowns – kumbayah! I cringe and shudder to even reminisce on the math requirements I trudged through – including 9th grade Algebra, and 11th grade Algebra II (God bless my teacher and her many hours of after-school help on my behalf). I won’t even mention 10th grade Geometry…let’s have a moment of silence for the only “C” on my “I graduated as one of the top 10 students with “highest honors” transcript.
Remind me to tell you why my dad says we have the smartest dining room table in Virginia…I vaguely recall that it had something to do with me taking a “teleclass” for Statistics through community college one summer – thinking I wouldn’t need to actually watch the classes…until I ‘fessed up to my dad a week before the exam and he had to coach me through probability and Lord knows what else in no time flat. Parenting – the job that keeps on giving…
Tonight, after realizing that my son didn’t understand the process for getting to the answer, I pulled out the blue and red checkers from the Connect Four game, 4 sheets of scrap paper (we used the front and back of 3 sheets), AND my calculator, to boot. After I talk with the teacher tomorrow, I’m sure I’ll realize I did it the hard way, but we had to solve 10 – a = 4 without a negative number (a concept that hasn’t been introduced yet)…so you can probably imagine my BFQ (brain frazzlement quotient) after an 8-hour workday full of its own idiocy. In the end, the boy made me proud – I don’t know if he was just pretending to “get it” so I’d let him go to bed at 10 p.m. (bless his li’l belly button – he’s usually crawling into bed by 8 p.m.), but he was able to show me his work after about the 12th problem we had to correct. We’d stuck it out together. Go, Team Cathcart – beat those mean ol’ numbers! We RULE! 🙂
Nevertheless, God gives more grace to the humble…’cuz baby, I sure needed it tonight! Lord, I thank You for being ever-present and ever near. You are my Solution in the midst of every problem, puzzle, quandary, and conundrum. Because You are more than able to equip me to handle whatever emergency arises, I can rest in You. Selah. Help me keep my heart ready to yield to Your every command.
“And as he sat upon the mount of Olives, the disciples came unto him privately, saying, Tell us, when shall these things be? and what shall be the sign of thy coming, and of the end of the world?
And Jesus answered and said unto them, Take heed that no man deceive you.
For many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and shall deceive many.
And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet.”
© Copyright 2011 by Kayren J. Cathcart