“. . . always learning and never able to arrive at a knowledge of the truth.” 2 Timothy 3:7
Remember the last day of school when you were growing up?
Etched in my mind are wonderful memories of textbooks stacked on tables, empty spaces on classroom walls where posters and signs from the year had been removed and stored for the next group of young minds, and taking a paper sack to school in which to carry home the broken pencils and wrinkled contents of my desk. The spirit in the school was light and forward-looking. (The teachers seemed especially happy, for some reason.)
My elementary school was in the middle of rolling farms bounded by thick stands of woods, so the months of May and June were rich with bright sunshine and the sounds of surrounding meadows returning to life. Through open windows everywhere came the humid scent of blooming trees, honeysuckle and newly mown grass. Our three-room school was steeped in it.
These were the signs that said the time of learning was ending: the time of trying was beginning. Ready or not, we were free.
But free for what? Continue reading “School’s out”