Continued from the post on January 22, 2010.
Perhaps, looking back today, wanting me DEAD is a slight bit of an exaggeration on how high emotions were running.
But it certainly didn’t seem like it at the time.
Each and every week was a stand off in class, and it wasn’t promising to get better any time soon.
It was the usual display of grade school/ junior high maturity…
whispering as you “circled your wagons”…
dirty looks…
fill-in-the-blank note passing…
and on and on.
I’m almost certain that payback has reared its ugly head 10 times over with my own children as well as others,
because of what we put that poor Sunday School teacher through!
This went on literally for months.
I “hated” that girl…
And I wasn’t even allowed to use the “h” word!
I have failed to mention, that for the first 9 years of my father’s tenure at said church…

we commuted.
From the Seattle area.
One hour.
Each way.
We didn’t move to the Graham area until 2 years before we were called to leave.
Or rather my father was…
But I’m getting ahead of myself here.
Because we commuted back and forth, and there was an evening service,
the good people of this fellowship took it upon themselves to have our family to dinner after the morning service.
Home-style cooking…
by farm families…
followed by an afternoon of fellowship and most likely some scrumptious home-made dessert.
So far, so good.
Until that fateful day…
when “her family” was the scheduled after-church-meal home.
Talk about the Last Supper brought to life!
This could be it.
I tried every possible way to make it my personal “Passover“,
but to no avail.
I couldn’t feign illness…
there was no one to watch me.
I contemplated an impromptu personal fast…
too obvious.
Darn it!
As we were heading to the car, my dad decided to have a word with me.
“May I see you a minute, honey?”
Oh brother here we go…pep talk 101.
“I’ve noticed that you and DeDe seem to have an issue with one another.”
Rats.
“You know, these great people have all worked together to make sure that we’re fed, rested, and housed for the afternoon on Sundays…”
“I’d like you to be decent, cordial and gracious for the opportunity to get to know some new folks.”
Surely he jests.
” I know that I can count on you to uphold our family standards, regardless of what anyone else may choose to do.”
I’m a goner.
You see, my dad had this Leadership Education thing pretty much down.
Still does, by the way.
In retrospect, he modeled some very foundational principles for successful CORE and Love of Learning phases.
1. He knew where we were and what we were doing at all times. Even when he looked absent. I can assure you that I never once saw him enter that Sunday School class. Ever. Yet, he was keeping a handle on everything my brother and I were doing. Scratch that. My brother was in kindergarten. At that age he was innocent.
2. When disaster was about to strike in the form of my personal pettiness and self centeredness, he stepped in and not only took control as the parent, but he appealed to my sense of family identity and responsibility.
My brother, Tim, brought up a great point when he was speaking at an event a few years ago.
With the rise of rebellion on the 1960′s in our country,
one of the catch phrases that became a practiced philosophy was to question authority.
Fast forward to the day when those questioning became the authority.
Many of them were at a total loss when it came to the knowledge of how to parent.
Our dad wasn’t one of those people.
If you are, this is a great place to begin you not them.
Are you secure in your core, and are you valuing it’s necessity to a strong Leadership Education?
Confident in your parenting?
If not, what do you need to do?
Only you can answer, discern, evaluate.
There’s a lot at stake.
to be continued…
















































































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