Thursday 22 December 2011

So Here We Are...

It's Friday 23rd December, very a.m., but I'm in that 'can't be bothered to go to bed' mode. Today - or rather, yesterday - was the last day of training for Rock SAT as it has existed up until now, with all of us based at Frontier Centre. In about five hours' time, some of the early risers will be off and away for Christmas, and then Scottish and Kentish horizons beckon them on.

As for me, I think that Rock SAT - strangely - will really begin come my return in January after the holidays. It's been a necessary preparatory stage, and yet it's only been 81 days, which in the scheme of things is a fraction of a moment of a blip. Flat-packing a whole bundle of training into a sub-three month period has made time elongate, and it seems like I've been here for ages, when it's less than a school term.

I've already had the pre-brief that I'll be on some Spotlight Sessions almost straight away with kids when I get back, which will be great. The impending 'go live', if stadial and supervised, is what I came for, and it's exciting that it is a visible prospect now.

Before that, some latest news, which is that I've just completed my latest sponsored challenge of memorising Psalms 120-134, all the Songs of Ascent, and I hope the video will soon be available to view. Thanks to all who supported and sponsored me - and you can still do so at Just Giving's website.

Christmas soon, but I don't feel very Christmassy. In actual fact, I haven't done so for a few years, not in the kiddish way that I had when I was a seven year-old. I'm more excited about seeing lots of family and friends, and Christmas holidays are just a good excuse to have sufficient time to do that.

For to me, lots of 'occasions' that the calendar throws up are so much like just another day. Their true significance is that they're marker posts on the way to a greater occasion that Christmas foretells: Jesus' Second Advent.

It's with that thought that I ought to occupy myself: this is not the end of a year, but a prompt of history. It should make me consider and confess the causes that brought Jesus here, and spur me to live by His Spirit - for we celebrate His coming only until He Comes.

Thursday 8 December 2011

Challenging Behaviour

Today and tomorrow we're spending some time thinking about how to deal with situations where kids' (and adults'!) behaviour may be confrontational or otherwise difficult. Stories that would make your hair stand on end from Matt Edge...

So we've had Staff Conference over the last few days, with the Scottish contingent escaping (and returning to, no doubt) the white-out north of the border.

Not sure if such immense conditions descended on Kent or South Wales in the three days everyone had together at Frontier, although the (lack of) heating situation is still probably enough for the Taffs at Summit Centre to contend with. Please pray that they'll get that back - it can't be much fun to come in from the cold only to have to hunker down even when there's a roof overhead.

A huge bunch of new people all together is not, to be frank, my idea of a comfortable three days; 'challenging behaviour' was my choice for this post's title not without an undercover personal dimension. My default behavioural traits of reserve and quietude predictably kicked into gear. Having said that, the emergence of a table tennis table defibrilated my enthusiasm. Apologies to all who got the sharp end of my catharsis!

The pool table also got an extremely decent work-out. There's something about the confined space of the baize that makes practice terrifically moreish. Perhaps that's just my perfectionism asserting itself, and unsurprisingly my unattainable standards weren't slaked during the frames in which I contended with myself.

It's another example of the extent of devotion to exactness that you need if you are going to get really good at anything. I remember listening to Desert Island Discs once, where Digby Jones plumped for 'a video of one hundred examples of excellence' as his luxury - whether that was craftsmanship, oratory, musicality, acrobatics, whatever. Watching someone do something with aplomb is an undeniably enjoyable experience (unless you're Terry Butcher in 1986).

Yes, I know the reference tags me as immutably middle-class (as does the word 'immutably'), but the cliche that if something's worth doing, it's worth doing well, ought to be levitated above cliche level. That's what I've tried to do during the ten weeks we've been here, and although that frequently makes me slower than others, I'm convinced that comparisons are less important than valuations.

Something that I'm just about to commence that also will take a lot of dedication is my latest sponsored challenge. Psalms 120-134 in the Bible are a distinct set of songs that travellers to various festivals used to sing as they journeyed on their way to Jerusalem. I've set myself the task of memorising them all - 99 verses in total: 15 psalms in 14 days.

You can log on to the website, or text 'RKUK99' followed by the amount in pounds you'd like to donate, e.g. £1, £5 etc. Find out more at www.justgiving.com/ascendingthepsalms, which is the page you can donate through if you're so minded.

Nearly Christmas, but still a barrel load of water work to get through before we can pull the plug on 2011. The big news is that I've got a laser eye surgery date of 25th January, and by the end of February I should, God willing, be able to kayak without having to de-mist the specs after a capsize!

Later!