Wednesday, January 30, 2013

What I'm learning about E-learning!


I looked at the clock five minutes ago to reassure myself that I was leaving right on time. But then I had to put my coat and boots on, fill up my water bottle, turn the lights out, and grab the keys. Still on schedule. I had hoped to leave a few minutes ago so that I could arrive at my interview  early, but I am still new to winter and I momentarily forgot that it takes longer to bundle up for the cold. I should still make it, if just on time.
I brace myself and then step out into the icy cold, pulling my coat more tightly around me. My boots step carefully over the icy sidewalk, and then I turn the corner and see my car. The windshield is covered in a layer of ice. I am going to be late for my interview. A small knot forms in my stomach as I mentally promise to never make this mistake again.

That strong emotion will help solidify this experience in my mind, hopefully preventing me from ever making the same mistake again. I learned something. I learned that cold temperatures combined with moisture in the air create obstacles of ice between me and my old warm-weather freedom of hopping in the car and flying off to any destination of choice. I learned that in the winter your departures should be scheduled, like the dignified flight plans that used to dictate my father's schedule when I was growing up. Departure: 0900 Pre-flight Check: 0830.
Pre-flight Checklist:
-T  minus 30 minutes: prepare winter attire
-T minus 20 minutes: start wrapping up household affairs.
-T minus 10 minutes: bundle up and make a dash for the car. Turn on engine. Return to house.
-T minus 5 minutes: Check state of snow/ice/frost buildup. De-ice vehicle.  Check state of driveway for departure.
-The clock turns to 0900. Mission Accomplished.

This experience altered my behavior, but for what reason and to what extent? We learn things everyday through study, instruction, or experience. But how much of that knowledge is retained and applied? The sad truth of the matter is that I had learned to de-ice my car two years ago. In a perfect world, that knowledge would have prevented me from ever making the mistake again. And yet, two years later, after moving from a warm climate, I found myself having to "re-learn" proper winter procedures. Why? How does knowledge enter our minds? How can we retain it? And at what point does it alter our behavior?

It has been affirmed for millennia that the acquisition of knowledge is desirable. In the United States we have a well established University model and a very deep rooted cultural belief that these Universities are the best way to instill the knowledge and learning required for a career. It may indeed be the best model for American society, but does this model hold up universally?

What does education look like in Russia? In Thailand? In Lesotho? For that matter, what does learning look like in a small village in Indonesia?

For decades, MAF has existed to overcome barriers in spreading the gospel to all peoples, nations, and tribes. Traditionally, this has looked like flying aircraft over deadly jungles and deserts, to provide efficient, safe transportation to missionaries, nationals, humanitarian organizations, and governments. More recently it has also looked like overcoming barriers of communication and lack of technology. Thanks to countless churches and mission organizations dedicated to Christ's Great Commission, the gospel is going forward. But part of that Great Commission is to make disciples of all nations and to teach them to observe what Christ has commanded. Are these aspects of discipleship being accomplished around the world?

Just as the distribution of wealth is by no means evenly spread across the globe, the distribution of "knowledge" is disproportionate. In some countries, new converts are prayed over and sent out immediately to plant churches and spread the gospel. How are they being equipped? How are they to obtain guidance, discipleship, and resources to feed their churches?

Learning Technologies was launched by MAF to overcome a newly identified set of barriers: those standing between isolated pastors and Christian workers and their learning, growth, and development.

But this poses a new set of questions and problems. Surely there are people willing to purchase and ship a Seminary textbook to a national pastor in a restricted nation. Even after the lengthy process of translation into his local language, will reading a textbook really be the most effective way for him to learn? What if he can't read? How will he teach this material to his congregation who can't read? What if hostile government authorities find this textbook?

Hopefully it is clear that it would be impossible to cookie cutter our well established education and discipleship methods. Now we come back to my story of learning to de-ice my unfortunate car. I did not go to a lecture to learn about the Proper Winter Lifestyle: Tips and Tricks. My real life experience caused me to learn a lesson as I went about my day. But it was as much a learning experience as attending a lecture, just perhaps to a different extent and degree. One of the many challenges that MAF Learning Technologies is tackling is getting numerous resources and content available into a format that is accessible, practical, and culturally acceptable around the globe. 

We, as humans, learn in many different ways. Why can't we take advantage of this and get creative with the resources that we have? In my story, learning to de-ice my car was a natural, hands on experience that engaged me visually and emotionally. What if traditional "classroom learning" could be turned into a visual, emotional experience that might impact the learner to change? Welcome to Learning Technologies!

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

New Years Reflections


2011. After three months in Java, Indonesia, and a full two days of travel, I arrived back in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Warm weather for a week. A few meetings. Visits with friends. And then off to Idaho to be with my family for Christmas. 2011 had been a roller coaster. It started off with loneliness, darkness, and brokenness. I had leaped off the cliff in faith that God was calling me, and then I found that the bottom wasn't what I had expected. Instead of being caught by a cloud and carried off to Paradise, I landed in dark water. But to the left of me was a slippery stair case. I had to follow.

But as I climbed the stairs, I started to come out of the dark canyon and into the light. My wet clothes started to dry and the landscape became more and more familiar. How did I get back here? Why do I have to retrace my steps? But as the sun shone on  me with full force I found myself grateful to be alive. If this is where the Lord would have me, then I would walk forward with all my heart.

And I walked forward until I was guided to a race track and told to sprint. It was a ten week sprint and it challenged and exhilarated me and ended just in time, or else I would have passed out. But I didn't. And it was off to my paradise for three months. I was terrified and excited. But those three months were far different than I expected. The Lord met me with discipline and healing. I walked through a confusing trail of self examination. But by the end of it I was closer to my Lord and grateful for His Divine hand.

December 2011. Next year would be better. Next year was 2012. I would be back at Patmos, serving with all my heart in a job description that I had finally gotten used to. God would do great things in 2012.

But the Lord found fit to dip me into the ocean. I thought I would return to a well grounded fortress and instead God put me on a ship. The wind whipped my face, the rain pelted me, and the waves tossed me. I cried until my tears mixed with the salt water that kept coming over the side of the ship. I cried until the bitterness, the fear, and the immaturity squeezed right out of my tear ducts and were whisked out to sea. My soft hands grew callouses as I worked on the ship God had given me. My skin got burned and tanned. My legs grew accustomed to the rocking and rolling instability that is only found out on sea. And I gave up. I gave up trying to fight the storms and instead I prayed. I gave up trying desperately to look for land and instead I waited. I gave up trying to be Captain of the ship and instead I swabbed the decks.

And 2012 was nothing like I expected and hardly what I wanted. Sometimes, even a surrendered life, still turns out far different than you hope. And sometimes it snows on Christmas.

I had been hoping for snow. I had been praying for snow. Snow is white and beautiful and unpredictable and somehow it redeems the freezing cold that sucks the life out of you. If only it could snow on December 25, 2012. But I had resigned myself to celebrate Christmas without out. And then I first spotted the tiny, icy flakes being whipped around by the wind. At first it could barely be called snow. I will be content with this, I thought. But over the next couple hours it continued. And then the temperature dropped below freezing and a light layer of white started to cover the ground. And the snow kept falling.

And I am so grateful to God that He sent me a flaky, white, heavenly snow to cover my year of 2012. I know it was His Grace covering over my soul.

January 1, 2013. Who knows what will happen. It seems my ship has landed on shore again. I've stepped off the ship and now I mingle with people who have never left the land. I know I've grown. I know I've changed. But I know exactly who I am and who my God is. And He will not forsake me. I just have to listen to His voice in the wind. After all, the same wind blows over the ocean and the land...