Wednesday, September 22, 2010

See You at the Pole....or maybe not. :/

It was brought to my attention, by many friends' facebook postings, that today was See You at the Pole.  If you are not familiar it is a national student lead prayer meeting.  Basically every schools flag pole is the designated meeting place for students, teachers, staff and parents who want to pray together for their school, our president, and country. 

Last year Gabriel and I met at his school which had a huge turn out!  His principal came as well.  We stood with our sweet friends, the Morgans, and prayed.  Not everyone says a prayer but we are all in agreement together. 

Last night, when I read those posts, it made me realize that I had not heard anything about it.  I asked Gabriel if he had heard anything from the other students.  He had not. 

"It might not be something that they have ever done at your school Gabe.  Do you still want to go?  It may be that we are the only ones there."

Gabriel did not miss a beat.  He "of course" wanted to go.  This would be Drew's first SYTP and so he wanted to go to.  I called my neighbor to see if she had heard anything about it.  She had not heard of it this year or any year. 

"They say Colorado is a purple state,"  she said.  "We are not very far left or right."

Interesting.  I think I labeled myself as purple just this past election but SYTP is not a political issue to me.  It's not an issue at all.  You go and you pray for your friends, teachers, safety of the school, blessings on our president and wisdom for our leaders. 

I was beginning to realize we might be the only ones.

So this morning I got the boys up.  Drew said he decided he did not want to pray at the school because it was boring.  I told him that was fine but that he would need to be quiet while other people are praying.  Gabriel came in, pounding his fist into his hand.

"What did you say?  Did you say that praying is boring?!  You better take that back!"

Aye yi yi!  I had to pull that one aside for a talk about Christ's love and grace....geez.

We got to the school in record time.  There was no one there but it was a bit early so I thought we would wait.  In the mean time the boys ran around "shooting" each other. 

Great.  I hope we don't get in trouble for playing "guns" on school property.

The game switched to tag and then hide-and-go-seek and one came.  Then a mom walked up with her kids.  She smiled at us and the kids all said "hi."

"Are you here for See You at the Pole?"  I asked.

"  What is that?"

I explained.  She cocked her head to the side and said "Cool.  Never heard of it.  We are just here for school."


The buses started to come (all two of them) and so I called the boys over.

"It looks like no one is coming.  Would you still like to pray for your school?"

They both agreed that they did and so we joined hands and bowed our heads.  Drew opened it up thanking our Father "for this beautiful day.  Be with us all at school and let it be fun and safe."  Gabriel prayed much the same thing but added a request for less homework.  Then I prayed for the students, teachers and staff.  I prayed for a great school year, for safety, for God's peace, love and mercy over their school.  I prayed for our principal and then for the president.  (I also prayed for a good outcome in the next election here.  There is some amendments that could effect Colorado schools.)  And that was that. 

With a hug and a kiss they went on to class.  I got in my car and cried the whole way home. 

I would like to say that I cried because there was not anyone there to pray but mostly I cried because the experience compounded my longing for "home."  I knew that this morning our good friends were praying together and my sons and I prayed alone.

I have made a great friend in my neighbor, Caren, and she has been awesome about putting lots of new faces in mine.  I know many people here but we are still in the very surface level of these relationships.  On top of that is the cultural differences between Colorado and Texas.  They don't really like Texans here.  They especially let you know it on the road.  That really pisses me off because I am driving at LEAST the speed limit and drive just fine on the mountains but they still like to try and drive their car up my butt and then yell at me while they pass me.  Really if you are damn fool enough to go that fast on the mountain go right on ahead. 

I am not your stereotypical Texan.  I have no accent.  I don't do the big hair thing (well...mostly).  I dress appropriately for the grocery store and for manual labor.  i.e. I don't wear heels for every occasion.  I am not a republican. *gasp*  Probably the most Texan thing about me is that I am not a conformist.  If Coloradoans would like Texans to go away or at least blend into the background harping on them is not going to make it happen.  It makes me want to be even more obnoxious about my Texas roots. 

I sort of digressed there...  The point is: no one was there.  This made me feel more alone.  More obviously "not from around here."  I think I hear an accent coming on...

As I was driving home, Matthew West's "More" came on.

Take a look at the mountain Stretching a mile high
Take a look at the ocean
Far as your eye can see
And think of me

Take a look at the desert
Do you feel like a grain of sand?
I am with you wherever
Where you go is where I am
And I'm always thinking of you

Thanks for the serenade Jesus!

1 comment:

  1. Michal, this is fabulous! You hang in there - the most important job you are doing is raising men who will have a Christ-centered world view. Stand strong here as you will someday stand before our Lord and give an account. Remember, too, somewhere out there are two young girls being raised to be partners with your precious sons!!! Love you, Susan Gertson!