Checking into the flights availability for our Thanksgiving visit to my husband’s
family, we realized our kids may miss several days of school. Being a cooperative parent, supportive of
educational process of our children, I wanted to quickly bounce this against the kids’ teachers. Our son is in a new
school now, and I wasn’t quite sure how to go about it.
So, yesterday, I stopped
by the office to ask. The polite
receptionist said that I would need to set up parent-teacher conference and
those are generally not held the first couple of weeks of school. I'll probably have to wait. She suggested
I call his grade office and talk to the 6th grade administrator and
the assistant principle because I would need to arrange the conference through
them. There are forms to be filled out, and each teacher… and so on and so forth.
I stood there
stunned. I just wanted to ask a simple question and my child’s school suddenly
felt like an unassailable fortress wrapped up in red tape.
I understand their
precautionary measures. I understand the
need for safety as well as protecting the teachers from frivolous
interruptions. But, I couldn’t help feeling frustrated and nostalgic for the
days when I could pop into Mr. B’s classroom, always warmly welcomed, always
having his full attention for any of my questions and parental concerns.
When Jesus came, He removed all this red tape, and
with His blood unrolled the red carpet to anyone who would come to Him. His blood -a our access. No need for special protocol. No forms to fill out. No waiting in line. No religious bureaucracy. No sacred gymnastics. No red tape. Just come...as you are.
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