To be a teacher
Every September with the start of school there is a reunion of old friends and new. This year is a little different...and I am surrounded by new friends. As I reflect in this rainstorm, I can't help be thankful for the old ones, too.
When I decided to become a teacher, I never thought that meant indoctrinating people. I thought it meant that I would love well, smile big, and dive deep. As I review my years in higher ed, at Montreat College, I can't help but be filled with joy. These people, these students, these friends are fascinating, remarkable, and make me beyond proud. They are the wanderers, the travelers, the go-getters, and the just. They live big and loud. They go deep. They look you in the eye. They care with the utmost compassion. They don’t have it all figured out. They are honest and true. They laugh hard. They dance wildly. They take risks. They dream. They drink coffee at least once a day. They are raw and real and vulnerable. They are not arrogant or prideful. They LOVE (oh how they love!). They run hard. They fly and climb, jump, raft, and swing. They protect the land, each other, the weak, and the truth. They are park rangers, and conservationists, and climbers, counselors, leaders, mothers, missionaries, baristas, photographers and guides. They are my students. They are my disciples.
Fall is changing, for me, and for them. But may these things never change…may these things always remain…faith, hope, and love.
In May 2017, Mel Wilson left her alma mater and dream job at Montreat College, to pursue a life of adventure and freedom. Montreat College departed from its Presbyterian roots and became an evangelical institution. In that change it asked its faculty to make political statements about homosexuality, abortion, and woman's rights. To keep her job meant to lose her life. Mel decided to peacefully depart and stand up for others in the process. She is now a graduate student at Harvard University and a teacher at The Learning Community in Black Mountain, NC.