In one of this morning’s lectionary texts, the prophet Habakkuk presents his case to the Lord. All around him he sees destruction and strife, and he doesn’t see the Lord doing much about it. A portion of the Lord’s answer to Habakkuk comes:
Write the vision;
make it plain on tablets,
so that a runner may read it.
For there is still a vision for the appointed time;
it speaks of the end, and does not lie.
If it seems to tarry, wait for it;
it will surely come, it will not delay.
I know a number of teachers who daily write such a vision in words and in their lives, even in the midst of difficulties- grieving students they couldn’t reach, attempting to engage those who have forgotten they teach children and not numbers, and battling their sense of their own inadequacies. To these, thank you. Your words and lives sustain me.