Through The Eye Of A Needle

(This is an unfinished post from October.)

I'm not necessarily the religious type, but this speaks to me today:

It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.

Who knows if there really were small gates called "the eye of a needle"which people used when the main gates were locked, and who knows if merchants, upon entering the city after dark, really had to unload their sundries and get the camel to crawl so it could pass through this small gate. The point is, this story creates a great metaphor. In life, we are often brought to our knees and locked out for whatever reason. To get "in," we have to unload our baggage and crawl in humility to reach the other side.

These days I feel locked out. I'm at a place where I cannot pass emotionally and physically. Laura's termination cast a shadow on our campus. Our principal's promise to allow our special education teacher to "push in" to our classrooms has gone unfulfilled. The first years and the rest of our faculty--myself included--need far more support than we are receiving. The systemic problems that permeated our campus last year are quickly surfacing again. Actually, they never left. I was just so enchanted with and excited about our group that I didn't see--or maybe I just didn't want to see. And now that these problems are on the surface again, I see my colleagues hitting the wall like I did last year and the year before.